All Poems
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Little Brown Baby
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
The Changelings
© Rudyard Kipling
Or ever the battered liners sank
With their passengers to the dark
I was head of a Walworth Bank,
And you were a grocer's clerk.
South Carolina Morning
© Yusef Komunyakaa
Her red dress & hat
tease the sky’s level-
headed blue. Outside
A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth
© Benjamin Jonson
I that have been a lover, and could show it,
Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb,
The Animal Store
© Rachel Field
If I had a hundred dollars to spend,
Or maybe a little more,
I’d hurry as fast as my legs would go
Straight to the animal store.
Sonnet XXIV. The Seceders. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feet
Have strayed away where daily we unlearn
How Truth is one with Beauty. For we turn
No more to hear the strains we sprang to greet
How It Adds Up
© Tony Hoagland
There was the day we swam in a river, a lake, and an ocean.
And the day I quit the job my father got me.
And the day I stood outside a door,
and listened to my girlfriend making love
to someone obviously not me, inside,
Burying Friends
© Kenneth Slessor
BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
The Israeli Navy
© Marvin Bell
Yo-ho-ho, would say the sailors,
for six days.
While on the shore their women moaned.
A Legend of Service
© Henry Van Dyke
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!)
To hear, one day, report from those who came
The Only Child
© Katharine Tynan
Lest he miss other children, lo!
His angel is his playfellow.
A riotous angel two years old,
With wings of rose and curls of gold.
Full Flight
© Richard Jones
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.
It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers
The Ghost Of Roger Casement
© William Butler Yeats
O WHAT has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
Hum Bom!
© Allen Ginsberg
They thought they hadda bomb!
They thought they hadda bomb!
They thought they hadda bomb!
They thought they hadda bomb!
The Empty Dance Shoes
© Cornelius Eady
My friends,
As it has been proven in the laboratory,
An empty pair of dance shoes
Will sit on the floor like a wart
Until it is given a reason to move.
Canada To England
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
If destiny is writ on night's dusk scroll,
Then youngest stars are dropping from the hand
Of the Creator, sowing on the sky
My name in seeds of light. Ages will watch
Those seeds expand to suns, such as the tree
Bears on its boughs, which grows in Paradise.
Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
© Heather Fuller
“Do you remember me? or are you proud?”
Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd,
Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
“A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.”
The Laws of Motion
© Nikki Giovanni
(for Harlem Magic)
The laws of science teach us a pound of gold weighs as
much as a pound of flour though if dropped from any
undetermined height in their natural state one would
reach bottom and one would fly away
