All Poems
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The Fairy Clock
© Virna Sheard
Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!
Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?
Tell me when the sun will set--tiny globe of silver-grey.
Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity
© Archie Randolph Ammons
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are:
gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
was as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout
Thee will I praise, O Lord, in light,
© James Montgomery
Thee will I praise, O Lord, in light,
Where seraphim surround thy throne;
With heart and soul, with mind and might,
Thee will I worship, Thee alone.
Called Into Play
© Archie Randolph Ammons
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
some flurries have whitened the edges of roadsand lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &
turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going tofind something to write about I haven't already
written away: I will have to stop short, lookdown, look up, look close, think, think, think:
After Yesterday
© Archie Randolph Ammons
After yesterday
afternoon's blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
Venice
© Robert Laurence Binyon
White clouds that rose clouds chase
Till the sky laughs round, blue and bare;
Sunbeams that quivering waves out--race
To sparkle kisses on a marble stair;
It Was Just A Little While Ago
© Charles Bukowski
one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.
Easter Morning
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished:
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or
as on my lap a child
not to grow old but dwell on
Fairies
© Alice Guerin Crist
They dont believe in fairies,
Those old folk wide and staid,
Theyve never caught the glitter
Of their wings in forest shade.
Identity
© Archie Randolph Ammons
and find
disorder ripe,
entropy rich, high levels of random,
numerous occasions of accident:
Lexington
© John Greenleaf Whittier
No Berserk thirst of blood had they,
No battle-joy was theirs, who set
Against the alien bayonet
Their homespun breasts in that old day.
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Lucca
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree,
And said, 'Fiddle-de-dee!'
Which embarassed the people of Lucca.
Winter
© William Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
The Creature's Stare
© Franz Werfel
You stroke the fur of the big fine dog.
Looking way down into its eyes, you speak,
Pointing out for me the enormous sorrow
That's continuously fixed upon us.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)
© William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
The Malefactor's Plea
© James Kenneth Stephen
Of sentences that stir my bile,
Of phrases I detest,
There's one beyond all others vile;
"He did it for the best."
When that I was and a little tiny boy
© William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Wo jo ham main tum main qarar Tha
© Momin Khan Momin
wo naye gile wo shikayaten wo maze maze ki hikayaten
wo har ek bat pe ruthna tumhen yad ho k na yad ho
