All Poems
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What do animals dream?
© Yahia Lababidi
Are there agitations, upheavals or mutinies
against their perceived selves or fate?
Are they free of strengths and weaknesses peculiar
to horse, deer, bird, goat, snake, lamb or lion?
An Old-Year Song
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As through the forest, disarrayed
By chill November, late I strayed,
Words
© Yahia Lababidi
Words are like days:
coloring books or pickpockets,
signposts or scratching posts,
fakirs over hot coals.
The Rebel Scot
© John Cleveland
Yet wonder not at this their happy choice,
The serpent's fatal still to Paradise.
Sure, England hath the hemorrhoids, and these
On the north postern of the patient seize
Like leeches; thus they physically thirst
After our blood, but in the cure shall burst!
Dawning
© Yahia Lababidi
There are hours when every thing creaks
when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs
and closets crack their backs, incautiously
A Personal View Of War
© Edgar Albert Guest
I NEVER pondered much on war,
Except to think it was inspiring
His Legacy
© Faye Diane Kilday
This is a true poem about a very special boy whose short life brought so much love and beauty to the world. It is dedicated to all the special children who bless our lives for only a short time but whose priceless gifts last forever. At an early age he started to
create beauty.
The kind of beauty that could
reach in and touch your heart.
Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn
© Robert Nichols
Not a sign of life we rouse
In any square close-shuttered house
That flanks the road we amble down
Toward far trenches through the town.
A Creation Of Our Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
We didn't give birth to you - that is true,
But you are still a creation of our love.
For many years we prayed to the
heavens above
Questions and a Prayer For a New Born Baby
© Faye Diane Kilday
So, here you are once more - in a brand new perfect body;An old soul with a brand new life to explore.And my mind is filled with so many things I want to ask you,So many questions that I've forgotten the answers to.
I don't want to ask you about your future, because who canhonestly say what lessons the school called life will bringto you each day.
No, I want to ask you about the world you lived in beforecoming back here. Not your body of course, but your spirit my dear.
You see, it's been a long time since I was in Heaven last,Although I know that by Heaven's calender not much timeat all has passed.
You Nor I Nor Nobody Knows
© Adelaide Crapsey
You nor I nor nobody knows
Where our daily-taken breath
Where Is Heaven?
© Faye Diane Kilday
Where is Heaven? Is it somewhere in outer space?Where does my loved one now dwell...In some far and distant place?
Heaven is all around you...It's as close as the air and love that surround you.Heaven is everywhere...it's not just in the skies,It's a spiritual dimension that can't be seenthrough human eyes.
How do I know my loved one is safe?How do I know they are well?How do I know that they made it to Heaven?Is there any way that I can tell?
Your loved one is well in heaven because they're surrounded by God's love and care,And I can promise you that they made it to Heaven, because an angel guided them there!
To The Eye
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's ray
Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,
Mothers Are a Special Gift
© Faye Diane Kilday
Mothers are a special gift sent from God above, They bless us with their nurturing,And fill us with their love.
They pick us up when we are down,And when we're sad they know,They're always there to lend a hand,And guide us as we go.
And mothers are like special jewels that can't be bought or sold...A mother's love's more precious than the rarest gem or gold.
Yes, mothers are a special gift sent from God above, And we'll be blessed forever with their never ending love!© Faye Kilday 1996
Inscription For A Vase
© John Kenyon
In elder Greece, where fostering liberty
Nursed kindling Genius to adventure high,
