DECADE POEMS
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Way To Go
She was born in the hills
dotted with villages quiet and small.
Her village was breathtakingly beautiful
With a scenic landscape,
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C K Rawat
Two Old Houses
Away from mismatched buildings which seems to go on above the 7th heaven with perfect shape and structure yet with poorest enlightenment, there is a pretty yet petty little small town at the edge of the waters.
Away from cold hearts handling warm coffee sitting in crisp winter air, there is a town with warm hearts handling cold coffee in peaceful summer air.
A bit too far away from here in that pretty little town, there is a street with perfect enlightenment and finally in that street, there stands two houses proudly facing each other since 1987.
One house Is bold white and the other one is dull black with same structure, same kind of tulips in their garden which sway slightly in the same air as they nod each other greetings in the morning.
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Riya Saluja
Nostalgia
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.
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Billy Collins
The Angel-thief
TIME is a thief who leaves his tools behind him;
He comes by night, he vanishes at dawn;
We track his footsteps, but we never find him
Strong locks are broken, massive bolts are drawn,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
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
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
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Amy Lowell
The Voice Of Things
Forty Augusts - aye, and several more - ago,
When I paced the headlands loosed from dull employ,
The waves huzza'd like a multitude below
In the sway of an all-including joy
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Thomas Hardy
Belly Good
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
but I've never seen wheat in a pile.
Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots
make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek
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Marge Piercy
A Hermit Thrush
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day,
the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up
the scree-slope of what at high tide
will be again an island,
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Amy Clampitt
Eighty Not Out
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!
I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
Although I have nothing important to say.
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Robert Service
Post Office Romance
The lady at the corner wicket
Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it,
And on the envelope to stick it;
A spinster lacking girlish grace,
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Robert Service
On His Eightieth Birthday
To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
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Walter Savage Landor
Alf-s Sixth Bit
Let some new lying ass,
Who knows not what is or was,
Talk economics,
Pay for his witless noise,
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Ezra Pound
Wendell Phillips
WHAT shall we mourn? For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green wood?
For the fallen cliff that fronted the sea, and guarded the fields from the flood?
For the eagle that died in the tempest, afar from its eyrie's brood?
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John Boyle O'reilly
Maud Muller Mutatur
In 1909 toilet goods were not considered a serious matter and no special department of the catalogs were devoted to it. A few perfumes and creams were scattered here and there among bargain goods.
In 1919 an assortment of perfumes that would rival any city department store is shown, along with six pages of other toilet articles, including rouge and eyebrow pencils.
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Franklin Pierce Adams
Eighty Not Out
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!
I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
Although I have nothing important to say.
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Robert William Service
Cia Dope Calypso
In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
Chiang Kai Shek's army ran away
They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday
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Allen Ginsberg
The Shadows
'How many have gone?' was the question of old
Ere Time our bright ring of its jewels bereft;
Alas! for too often the death-bell has tolled,
And the question we ask is, 'How many are left?'
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
Unsent Letter
"A letter not sent"
As days fly away like the dust blown by the wind
To announce the coming of rain to the ears of man.
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Yahya A Gimba
Chain Letter
I'm sitting in a "sixties bar." No put-on.
All around old Rolling Stones music is playing.
I can tell it's a sixties bar by the spiffy waiter recycling sheets for
tablecloths. The sixties was "into," environment.
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Paul Cameron Brown
How Soon Is Soon
Sooner will always be later
Waiting and wishing for time to run
Thinking that it gets closer with every passing breath.
The tapping of the fingers and the pounding of the heart.
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Taremwa Madelyne
Window Pain
Dripping drop of rain shadow my view.
While the fog turns the spectacles pail, It becomes
hard for me to see.although its been decades, I still remember the outside as if i have been
the fancy walks in suits rushing to the train station, A newspaper symbolized
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Senzo Nene
City Johannesburg
As I path down these chartered streets of city Johannesburg. I most definitely feel the air curling
from the dead souls that wonder around. Sometimes you could visualize them moving with the piles of plastics lifting them above ground. A city with no sea filled with people who claim they see the truth for what it really is.
Yet become so busy during the course of the day they forget the sole purpose of life, to live.
Called upon as city of jewelry, it's crust open and left dried out of resources.
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Senzo Nene
Who Sees What I Think
Can you allow me to count?
All the things to my heart bring grunt
For it’s not just empty runts
When from them I hear just taunts
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Seke Bharu
Arabel
Twists of smoke rise from the limpness of jewelled fingers,
The softness of Persian rugs hushes the room.
Under a dragon lamp with a shade the color of coral
Sit the readers of poems one by one.
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Edgar Lee Masters
Sixties Hangover
"We have all been here before.
almost cut my hair;"
the refrain from Crosby, Stills. Nash & Young
reading more like a law firm letterhead than
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Paul Cameron Brown
By The Pyramid I Fall
Flat on my face
Bones still intact, no cracks, no scratches
My face flat on the ground, lips kissing the rough sands at the bottom of the
pyramid
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Laurinda Mapurazi
Dark Angel
I walked into the joint
of a thousand drinks,
delighted by my eyes
a black red attire
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Johnny Claps