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Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-

Adam Lindsay Gordon
The Crocodile

'No animal is half as vile
As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch

Roald Dahl
Life Struggle

What is life all about?
Work and fight, sweat and struggle,
To live a life in this world,
Life is full of ups & downs,

Norbu Dorji
A Rainy Day

Oh, what a blessed interval
A rainy day may be!
No lightning flash nor tempest roar,
But one incessant, steady pour

Hattie Howard
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O—clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death

Nazim Hikmet
The Three Little Pigs

The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,

Roald Dahl

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.


Ezra Pound
What Can We Do?

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't

Charles Bukowski
Circle Of Life

Ignorance is the center point of life circle,
Obscuring our mind from knowing virtues,
Walking rough path thus preventing from enlightenment,
Never letting to go beyond the circle of life.

Norbu Dorji
Running Amok

In the slums of Tondo, people dwell
in shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo,
corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.


Nick Carbo

The flowerlike
animal perfume
in the godâ??s curly
hair â??

Denise Levertov
Lancelot 06

The dark of Modred's hour not yet availing,
Gawaine it was who gave the King no peace;
Gawaine it was who goaded him and drove him
To Joyous Gard, where now for long his army,

Edwin Arlington Robinson
We Are Still At The Garage Where Life Parked Us

We are still at the garage where life parked us

We couldn’t find petrol to move on the journey
the pigs are still in government & have taken

John Chizoba Vincent
The Beaks Of Eagles

An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a
falling meteor will ever plow; no horseman

Robinson Jeffers
In The Droving Days

"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?

Banjo Paterson

See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines

James Weldon Johnson
Let Me Know

"lup - lup - dup"

That's the sound of a heartbeat of a broken heart.
Someone in need of an open heart,

Blessings Mitembo

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;

William Butler Yeats
Heritage Site Jdnp

Mesmerizing landscape of snowy mountains
Is a landmark of park & country,
Significant of Jigme Dorji National Park,
Is the home where one can see all national diversity.

Norbu Dorji
Anonymous Drawing

A delicate young Negro stands
With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands;
So delicate, indeed, that we wonder if he can hold the spirited creature
beside him

Donald Justice

To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

He who could beard the lion in his lair,

Emma Lazarus

The groundhog on the mountain did not run
But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern
And faced me, back to a ledge of dirt, to rattle
Her sallow rodent teeth like castanets

Sylvia Plath
A Remonstrance With The Fair

There are thoughts that the mind cannot fathom,
The mind of the animal male;
But woman abundantly hath 'em,
And mostly her notions prevail.

Andrew Lang
I Sing The Body Electric

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

Walt Whitman
I-ll Open The Window

Our embrace lasted too long.
We loved right down to the bone.
I hear the bones grind, I see
our two skeletons.

Anna Swirszczynska
The Combat

It was not meant for human eyes,
That combat on the shabby patch
Of clods and trampled turf that lies
Somewhere beneath the sodden skies

Edwin Muir

Hi! Handsome hunting man,
Fire your little gun,
Bang! Now that animal
Is dead and dumb and done.

Walter De La Mare
The Human Face

I. Soon

Of all the springtimes of the world
This one is the ugliest

Paul Eluard
A Hidden Life

Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt

George Macdonald
The New Dog

Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come

Linda Pastan
The Ram

(An interpretation of a Jewish face)

You've inherited the great ram's features,
The black-wooled one that bred with Jacob's herds.

Franz Werfel
To The Superior Animal

To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's
A fact the years decide;
It is a common thing with cats
And not a thing to hide.

Anna Laetitia Waring
Kitty. Sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute

“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.

ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death's littlest pal,

E. E. Cummings
The Burnt-out Spa

An old beast ended in this place:

A monster of wood and rusty teeth.
Fire smelted his eyes to lumps

Sylvia Plath
The Laws Of Motion

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

Nikki Giovanni
The Setting Of The Moon

As, in the lonely night,
Above the silvered fields and streams
Where zephyr gently blows,
And myriad objects vague,

Count Giacomo Leopardi
The Sphinx

(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration)

In a dim corner of my room for longer than
my fancy thinks

Oscar Wilde

Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,

John Wilmot
Captain Craig Ii

Yet that ride had an end, as all rides have;
And the days coming after took the road
That all days take,-though never one of them
Went by but I got some good thought of it

Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Beast

He was the bullman earlierm
King of the dish, my lucky animal.
Breathing was easy in his airy holding.
The sun sat in his armpit.

Sylvia Plath
Albert And The Lion

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

Marriott Edgar
And So To-day

And so to-day- they lay him away-
the boy nobody knows the name of-
the buck private- the unknown soldier-
the doughboy who dug under and died

Carl Sandburg
Merlin Vi

“No kings are coming on their hands and knees,
Nor yet on horses or in chariots,
To carry me away from you again,”
Said Merlin, winding around Vivian's ear

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Arithmet ic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
    many you had before you lost or won.

Carl Sandburg
Teacher Day

Era of information & technologies,
Nurture & nourishing the minds with ocean of knowledge,
Consciousness is the outcome of teachers,
Teachers are the real nation builders.

Norbu Dorji
The Lion And Albert

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

Marriott Edgar

I only knew one poet in my life.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,

Robert Crawford
The Goat.

"Can mothers of our English isle,
The pride of all the earth,
From any tribe of tender brutes,
A mother's duly learn?"

William Hayley

MUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,
Plumed like empastured Caesars of the sky
With a god's helmet; now, in the gold dye

Kenneth Slessor

Tu m'as, ces pâles jours d'automne blanc, fait mal
A cause de tes yeux où fleurit l'animal,
Et tu me rongerais, en princesse Souris,
Du bout fin de la quenotte de ton souris.

Paul Verlaine