Family poems

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A Favor of Love

© Peacock Molly

"Thank you for making this sacrifice," I say to my husband as I run to Kim's market

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My Mother's Bible

© Morris George Pope

This book is all that's left me now! -- Tears will unbidden start --With faltering lip and throbbing brow, I press it to my heart

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Lost Content

© Moritz Albert Frank

You couples lyingwhere moon-scythes and day-scythes reaped you,browning fruit falls and sleepsin tangled nests, the wild grass,falls from your apple tree that still grows here:cry for your dead hero, his weak sword, his flight,that you were slaughtered and your bed poured whiteness,the issue of murdered marriage dawns

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Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)

© John Milton

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stoodA while as mute confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and convinc'tOf his weak arguing, and fallacious drift;At length collecting all his Serpent wiles,With soothing words renew'd, him thus accosts

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Jottings of New York: A Descriptive Poem

© William Topaz McGonagall

Oh mighty City of New York! you are wonderful to behold,Your buildings are magnificent, the truth be it told,They were the only thing that seemed to arrest my eye,Because many of them are thirteen storeys high

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Why do I feel guilty in the lingerie department at The Bay

© Holbrook Susan

After all, I'm a woman, I'm old enough to look casual in here, I'm in my prime, in fact: why not try on a few things, discuss sizes and wires with the clerk like it's nothing, a bit of a chore even, like shopping for sneakers

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The Passionate Suburbanite To His Love

© Guiterman Arthur

Commute with me, my Love, and be merry; How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' Ferry And lilacs adorn New Rochelle!White Plains is the Garden of Allah And Pelham's the Pearl of the Sea;There's bliss in the name of Valhalla -- Oh, fly to the Suburbs with me!

Then won't you commute on my family ticket?To Westchester County we'll flee

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A Catful of Buttermilk

© Gotlieb Phyllis

it 's a bird, it 's a plane, it 's apain in the neck, it 's a thornin the flesh, it 'sA CATFUL OF BUTTERMILK

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Little Bundles of Joy

© Foreman Gabe

Mark lobbed a pitchfork across the pooltoward a cat he thought was Kate'safter Kate drove over Mark's family dogtotally on purpose.

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Trash

© Fiorentino Jon Paul

trash in the mind trash of the world man is half trash all trash in the grave --Allen Ginsberg

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Ten Precepts from Dhammapada

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

Return Love for Hatred.1.2 Hatred lives and mortal strife;1.3Love return for bitter hatred,1.4 Hatred dies, and sweet is life! (5)

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The Task: from Book IV: The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge,That with its wearisome but needful lengthBestrides the wintry flood, in which the moonSees her unwrinkled face reflected bright,He comes, the herald of a noisy world,With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;News from all nations lumb'ring at his back

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Peter Bell

© Hartley Coleridge

A satire upon the Poet Laureate's celebrated production.

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Times is Hard

© Anonymous

Please don't burn our shit-house down,Mother has promised to pay.Father's away on the ocean wave,And sister's in the family way,

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An A B C, for Baby Patriots

© Ames Mary Frances Leslie

A is the Army That dies for the Queen;It's the very best Army That ever was seen,

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Untitled Poem - I

© Alan Dugan

Once, one of my students read a book we had.

She was doing a history assignment on

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon


A.—
  By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
  'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
  Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
  Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.