Good poems
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Marching On
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
I heard the young lads singing In the still morning air,Gaily the notes came ringing Across the lilac'd square;They sang like happy children Who know not doubt or care, "As WE GO MARCHING ON."
Killed
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
Lieutenant Keen was "great," and yetHe would look over the parapet;And something smacked him in the head,And he lay down as dead as dead.
Passionata
© Crosbie Lynn
Clinches in the storeroombetween fifty pound bags of flour,barrels of oil and lard;
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years
midnight grocery shopping after watching days and days of viking week on the history channel
© Couture Dani
grocery cartswould not make good long boats:too many holes
To the Hills!
© Cory Adela Florence Nicolson
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,Just at the break of morn.'Tis ice without and flame within,To gain a kiss at dawn!
[To Margot Heinemann]
© Rupert John Cornford
Heart of the heartless world,Dear heart, the thought of youIs the pain at my side,The shadow that chills my view.
Sergei Mironovitch Kirov
© Rupert John Cornford
Nothing is ever certain, nothing is ever safe,To-day is overturning yesterday's settled good
How Did You Die?
© Cooke Edmund Vance
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful?Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it,And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face
The Recruit
© Coleman Helena Jane
Through all the anguish of these days, The haunting horror and the woe,One thought can set my heart ablaze My memory aglow.
Give my Regards to Broadway
© Cohan George M.
Did you ever see two Yankees part upon a foreign shoreWhen the good ship's just about to start for Old New York once more?With a tear-dimmed eye they say goodbye, they're friends without a doubt;When the man on the pier shouts, "Let them clear!", as the ship strikes out
King Bee Blues
© Clarke George Elliott
I'm an ol' king bee, honey,Buzzin' from flower to flower.I'm an ol' king bee, sweets,Hummin' from flower to flower.Women got good pollen;I get some every hour.
Ballad of a Hanged Man
© Clarke George Elliott
Geo: Their drinks to my drinks feels different,I'll stomach a stammering teaspoon full,but Roach laps up half the half bottle.He slups glass for glass with the best.
