BOTHER POEMS

Drought!

Yet I remember you!
And Your piercing words,
Words that shake my soul,
Words that Disintegrate my being,
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Faizi

The Holy Fair

A note of seeming truth and trust
Hid crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of defamation:
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Robert Burns

Fake.

Is connection,
someway related to affection?
We're good only till we see each other,
and then don't bother?
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Saksham Srivastav

Destiny Of Love

Journey of every love story
Has good & bitter history
Some propose & get accepted
But some were rejected.
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Norbu Dorji

Finisterre

This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing. Black
Admonitory cliffs, and the sea exploding
With no bottom, or anything on the other side of it,
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Sylvia Plath

Lament

The sting of bees took away my father
who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

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Sylvia Plath

Be Calm

The slow movement of a lion
doesn't show weakness or tiredness
but rather a calculated step to get its
prey, so do not bother your self seeing others
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John Kanyetu

Epic

I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
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Patrick Kavanagh

The Race

On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Sez You

When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat;
When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide,
And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side --
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Henry Lawson

Poem

About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
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Elizabeth Bishop

The Code

There were three in the meadow by the brook
Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,
With an eye always lifted toward the west
Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud
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Robert Frost

Fixing The Shame

They put him in jail for the thing he'd done,
For that was the law they'd made;
They turned the key on his youth till he
The price of his crime had paid.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Cadet Grey: Canto Iii

I

Where the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky,
Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,
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Bret Harte

The Bench-legged Fyce

Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce
Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.
Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose
From his predisposition to chronic repose;
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Eugene Field

Dearest, Dearest

Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
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Lesbia Harford

What's The Pope Do?

What's the pope do? Drinks, and takes a nap;
looks out the window, has a bite to eat,
fiddles with the housemaid's garter strap,
and makes the town a cushion for his feet.
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Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

If The Advertising Man Had Been Gilbert

Never mind the slippery wet street--
The tire with a thousand claws will hold you.
Stop as quickly as you will--
Those thousand claws grip the road like a vise.
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Franklin Pierce Adams

The Code-heroics

There were three in the meadow by the brook,
Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks up,
With an eye always lifted toward the west,
Where an irregular, sun-bordered cloud
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Robert Frost

The Hero Of Rorke's Drift

Twas at the camp of Rorke's Drift, and at tea-time,
And busily engaged in culinary operations was a private of the line;
But suddenly he paused, for he heard a clattering din,
When instantly two men on horseback drew rein beside him.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall

Montrose

Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay,
And I will write in praise of thee without dismay,
And in spite of all your foes,
l will venture to call thee Bonnie Montrose.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall

Morning

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

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Billy Collins

On A Certain Religious Argument

Argue it pro and con as you will,
And flout each other with words,
But the rose will bloom and the summer still
Will bring us the song of birds.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Sunday At Hampstead

I

(AN VERY IDLE IDYLL BY A VERY HUMBLE MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND NOBLE LONDON MOB.)

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James Thomson

Bob Polter

BOB POLTER was a navvy, and
His hands were coarse, and dirty too,
His homely face was rough and tanned,
His time of life was thirty-two.
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William Schwenck Gilbert

The Bush Beyond The Range

FROM Crowâ??s Nest here by Sydney town
Where crows had nests of old
I see the Range where day goes downâ??
The dim blue in the gold.
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Henry Lawson

Fears And Scruples

Here's my case. Of old I used to love him.
This same unseen friend, before I knew:
Dream there was none like him, none above him,--
Wake to hope and trust my dream was true.
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Robert Browning

The Cut-down Trousers

When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;
She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed them at the knee;
They fitted rather loosely, but the things that made me glad
Were the horizontal pockets that those good old trousers had.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Present Imperative

Horace: Book I, Ode 11

"Tu ne quaesieris--scire nefas
--quem mihi; quem tibi--"
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Franklin Pierce Adams

The Southern Cross

(A Frustration)
Four stars on Night's brow, or Night's bosom,
Whichever the reader prefers;
Or Night without either may do some,
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James Brunton Stephens

Holy Fair, The

1 Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
2 When Nature's face is fair,
3 I walked forth to view the corn
4 An' snuff the caller air.
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Robert Burns

The Appeal Of The Chorus

If A veteran author had wished to engage
Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage,
We scarce should have granted so bold a request:
But this author of ours, as the bravest and best,
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Aristophanes

Trust

Oh we've got to trust
one another again
in some essentials.

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David Herbert Lawrence

The Puritan's Ballad

My love came up from Barnegat,
The sea was in his eyes;
He trod as softly as a cat
And told me terrible lies.
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Elinor Morton Wylie

A Feller's Hat

It's funny 'bout a feller's hat-
He can't remember where it's at,
Or where he took it off, or when,
The time he's wantin' it again.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Pinkle Purr

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
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Alan Alexander Milne

A Stave Of Roving Tim

(ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS.)


I
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George Meredith

Kora In Hell: Improvisations I

1


Fools have big wombs. For the rest?â??here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy- ring mushrooms, in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.
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William Carlos Williams

To A Blossoming Pear Tree

Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
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James Arlington Wright

Fight With A Bear

The following appeared in Truth in the form of a prose tale of
considerable length. We have concentrated the essence
thereof into the few verses below. It is a tale of the
Canadian North-West, during the times of the Hudson
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James Mcintyre

My Soul, My Prophetic Pain

My soul, my prophetic pain!
My heart, forever filled with bother,
O how throb you on a border,
Of two realities, in vain!...
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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Th' Lad 'at Loves His Mother.

Aw like to see a lot o' lads
All frolicsome an free,
An hear ther noisy voices,
As they run an shaat wi' glee;
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John Hartley

Cadet Grey

Canto I

I

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Bret Harte (francis)

The Holy Fair.

A robe of seeming truth and trust
Did crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of Defamation:
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Robert Burns

Jimmy's Choice.

One limpin Jimmy wed a lass;
An this wor th' way it coom to pass -
He'd saved a little bit o' brass,
An soa he thowt he'd ventur
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John Hartley

Dad's Lad.

Little patt'rin, clatt'rin feet,
Runnin raand throo morn to neet;
Banishin mi mornin's nap, -
Little bonny, noisy chap, -
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John Hartley

Did Yo Ivver!

"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn,
"Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!
Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' day aw wor born!
Aw neer saw sich a seet at a fair.
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John Hartley

The Ground Squirrel.

By Paul H. Hayne.


I.
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Clara Doty Bates

The Disappointment.

"Ah, where can he linger?" said Doll, with a sigh,
As bearing her milk-burthen home:
"Since he's broken his vow, near an hour has gone by,
So fair as he promis'd to come."
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John Clare

Briggate At Setterdy Neet.

Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on grand airs,
An aw've noa wish to bother wi' others' affairs;
'At they've mich to be praad on aw freely admit,
But aw think thier's some things they mud alter a bit.
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John Hartley