All Poems
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The Doves Of Venus
© George Essex Evans
The dull earth swung in silence oer,
A dreamless world, a dreary star,
The Well Rising
© William Stafford
The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field
Mein Tag War Heiter
© Heinrich Heine
My day was happy, fortunate my night.
My People loved me when I struck the lyre
Dyke Side
© John Clare
The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not pass
But fear the noisome toad and shun the grass;
The Prodigal Son
© John Newton
Afflictions, though they seem severe;
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopped the prodigal's career,
And forced him to repent.
I Tore Apart My Only Love
© Sukasah Syahdan
I tore apart my only love
and am dying
an ungraceful death
Not So Much As What We Feel
© Sukasah Syahdan
not so much as what we feel
about this budding rose
is our love
Turning Fifty
© Judith Wright
Having known war and peace
and loss and finding,
I drink my coffee and wait
for the sun to rise,
Autumn II
© Thomas Hood
The Autumn skies are flush'd with gold,
And fair and bright the rivers run;
These are but streams of winter cold,
And painted mists that quench the sun.
The Eid Fitr that Starts
© Sukasah Syahdan
the Eid Fitr that starts
beckoning is one
I still don't deserve
Camped By The Creek
© Henry Kendall
"All day a strong sun has been drinking
The ponds in the Wattletree Glen;
And now as they're puddles, I'm thinking
We were wise to head hitherwards, men!
Lebaran Wishes
© Sukasah Syahdan
no wishes for this lebaran
Your Honor, other than
my daughter's convalence
Little Oliver
© William Schwenck Gilbert
EARL JOYCE he was a kind old party
Whom nothing ever could put out,
Though eighty-two, he still was hearty,
Excepting as regarded gout.
Lebarans Eve at Pondok Indah
© Sukasah Syahdan
when did mercy cease to be
and where did it flee?
beggars surround
poverty flaunts
