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The Sitter

Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter
I think she's a little bit crazy.
She thinks a baby-sitter's supposed
To sit upon the baby.

Shel Silverstein
Suicide Note

Part 1
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure

Okey Nwande
My Soul Lives With You In Your Dream

I'm thinking of you every day,
And seeking meaning of you in everything,
When i close my eyes to sleep at night,
My soul start seeking you in your dream.

Cristina Teodor

My death is an excuse,
Some sleepy sleeping people have to wake up.
Mother, do not think that the red will hang on you hanging on the hanging, you just see how many young people will bleed the cold by watching them hang on a hanging trap.
Even after my death, Iqbalab will speak every stroke of my blood's blood.

Murari Lal
You Can’t Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet-that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Robert Service
Gone Not Forever

You gone?
Tell him to love you harder,
Never strike your head deeper,
Not walk away when you shout,

Brian Dredan
Do You?

Do you hear the rain drops on your window?
Do you feel the wind touching your body?
Do you feel the sun smiling to your face?
Do you hear the birds singing?

Cristina Teodor
The Trail Of Ninety-eight

Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools.
Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold,
Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure-Gold!

Robert Service
Do Not Shed A Tear


I shall fight alone, all alone--
The battle against my Satan,

Mohammad Younus
That Time Is Not Far Away

That time is not far away, when you too will love me.
At that time, you want to be humble.
But no, your fate will find Deirdar-e-Man.


Murari Lal

I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That-s the truth.)
She was tryin- to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)

Shel Silverstein
Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Sweet Akànandun!
When you come out , you’ll find:

Mohammad Younus
I Am Longing For Your Tender Kiss

Kiss me in the day, kiss me at night,
Kiss me tenderly to the end of time,
Wrapp me with your passion in your loving arms,
Surround me with happiness, fill my life with charm.

Cristina Teodor
Fire Your Bullets


Playing 'fight and hide'
The crazy children sing

Mohammad Younus
Who Was Crazy, And, Who Was Stupid?

The day turned dark
All rainbows dispersed
Everything became fairy tale-like
A tale that none can tell

Fahredin Shehu
A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island

y! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen

Frank O'hara

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain
And it dripped into my head
And flowed into my brain

Shel Silverstein
On The Beach At Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.

James Joyce
I Like That You Are Crazy Not With Me

I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I'm not with you crazy, either,
That ne'er the heavy planet's globe will be
Drifting away under our feet, quite easy.

Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
The Nurses

When, with a pain he desires to explain to the multitude, Baby
Howls himself black in the face, toothlessly striving to curse;
And the six-months-old Mother begins to enquire of the Gods if it may be
Tummy, or Temper, or Pins, what does the adequate Nurse?

Rudyard Kipling
Put Something In

Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-grumble song,
Whistle through your comb.

Shel Silverstein
Report To Crazy Horse

All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
got poor, but a few got richer.
They fought two wars. I did not
take part. No one remembers your vision

William Stafford
You Walked Away

My thoughts are running crazy through my mind,
Reaching the open sky and stars,
No one is there to share my sorrows,
You walked away, you walked away.

Cristina Teodor
Cartoon Fun ????

Crazy Tracy makes you happy,
Cedric,Jakie makes you naughty.
Magic wagic makes you mesmerized.
Tom and Jerry Christmas Mary hahahahaha!


I am the nigger.
Singer of songs,
Softer than fluff of cotton…

Carl Sandburg
By The Seaside : Twilight

The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of the sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cassandra Southwick

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!

John Greenleaf Whittier
Crazy Jane On God

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;

William Butler Yeats
Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi


Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,

S. K. Kelen
The Man From Athabaska

Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming
Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the hollow of a tree;
And she thought that I was fooling when I said it was the drumming
Of the mustering of legions, and 'twas calling unto me;

Robert William Service
The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

Gwendolyn Brooks
A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away And Blown

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think i too have known
autumn too long

E. E. Cummings
Blind Spot

I walked out past the door, and I
Was yet to notice it had rain, block eye
Slippery the ground, I fall on to hers affair, romance fair,
Love, started from scratch,

Brian Dredan
If The World Was Crazy

If the world was crazy, you know what I'd eat?
A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat,
A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,

Shel Silverstein

I NAMED her twice, I named her thrice,
I named her ten times over;
The wind heard, and the singing bird,
And the bee in the creamy clover.

Roderic Quinn

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
he was a young man

Charles Bukowski
Sweet Dancer

The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,

William Butler Yeats
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.

Charles Bukowski
Merlin V

The sun went down, and the dark after it
Starred Merlin's new abode with many a sconced
And many a moving candle, in whose light
The prisoned wizard, mirrored in amazement,

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Christmas Eve


Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.

Robert Browning

Here rests beneath this hospitable spot
A youth to flats and flatties not unknown.
The Plymouth Brethren gave it to him hot;
Trinity, Cambridge, claimed him for her own.

Aleister Crowley

A female lad,
And from male was made,
A rib single,
Brought much love, all

Brian Dredan
Over The Hill To The Poor-house.

Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way--



Will Carleton
The Calls

A dismal fog-hoarse siren howls at dawn.
I watch the man it calls for, pushed and drawn
Backwards and forwards, helpless as a pawn.
But I'm lazy, and his work's crazy.

Wilfred Owen
In Town.

"The blue fly sung in the pane."--Tennyson.

Toiling in Town now is "horrid,"

Henry Austin Dobson
A Teamster's Farewell

Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary

Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and

Carl Sandburg
Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone,
The more I leave the door unlatched
The sooner love is gone,

William Butler Yeats

(For S. A.)TO write one book in five years
or five books in one year,
to be the painter and the thing painted,
... where are we, bo?

Carl Sandburg
Crazy Jane And The Bishop

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head

William Butler Yeats
Shillin' A Day

My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly
From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore,
Hong-Kong and Peshawur,
Lucknow and Etawah,

Rudyard Kipling