WE’ RE foot—slog—slog—slog—slogg… Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over… (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up… There’s no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an’—twe…
Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.
The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
The useless dawn finds me in a des… Nights are proud waves; darkblue t… Nights have a habit of mysterious… The surge, that night, left me the… and odd ends: some hated friends t…
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev’ning star That shone through the plate glass… From over Leamington Spa Beside her the lonely crochet
Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
The first time I saw you my heart… I knew there and then we were dest… My knees went weak and my stomach… I felt in that moment that this fe… At first i was shy, I didn’t know…
An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils
share the naked happiness ...Christmas time... the season of… brings back fond remembrances of y… every note... every song played and sung
The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco… Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.
I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;
least we can do we congregate we celebrate as we have always done the life of a dear departed Brothe… honor him we weep we pray
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
Please, please lower your tone.... Your mother can’t sleep cuz your o… I toss and I turn in hopes of so… But in my mind I know this will t… I warned you once, I told you twi…
There has fallen on earth for a to… A god too great for the sky. He has burst out of all things and… The bounds of eternity: Into time and the terminal land
Among the oxen (like an ox I’m sl… I see a glory in the stable grow Which, with the ox’s dullness migh… Give me an ox’s strength. Among the asses (stubborn I as th…
Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can’t we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
Out where the handclasp’s a little… Out where a smile dwells a little… That’s where the West begins. Out where the sun’s a little brigh… Where the snow that falls is a tri…
Remember when I learned how to wa… I became an explorer that couldn’t… Remember when I learned how to ta… I became a comedian whose show wen… Remember when I was scared of the…
love is strange and a wonderful th… it can make you feel good or give… sometimes its blind or hard to see why would i love some one who beat… we will never know the answer to t…
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
Gone are the days of the innocent… A time when love showed respect, When chivalrous men displayed high… Poor manners, proper ladies would… Lost in the shadows of a rude mode…
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