GOSSIP POEMS

African Sun

When I was four years old
My village mates and I
Used to gossip
About the African sun
.....

Ibrahim Bangura[cleffy]

The Child World

The child world is a wondrous world,
For there the flags of hate are furled,
And there the imps of wickedness
Cause neither sorrow nor distress.
.....

Edgar Albert Guest

Winsomity

Woman! when you told me we are birds of same feathers
You stole the chocolate from my heart
We almost bleed under your boobian chest
We almost render singspiration
.....

Saviour A Willie

To A Bird At Dawn

O bird that somewhere yonder sings,
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn,
Lone in the hush of sleeping things,
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn;
.....

Richard Le Gallienne

The Traitors

Them with overhanging brows
Are the traitors to ourselves
Who hang with dauntless breast
And sail a ship of gossip
.....

Benjamin Chikezie

Parliament Hill Fields

ale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business.
Your absence is inconspicuous;
Nobody can tell what I lack.
.....

Sylvia Plath

My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow

1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house

I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
.....

Robert Lowell

Monk

Red robe is a wall,
Fencing there body, speech and mind,
Encircle from defilements,
Reminding to be always virtuous.
.....

Norbu Dorji

Heyoka Wacipee, The Giant's Dance

The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
.....

Hanford Lennox Gordon

Dear Deborah

They tell me that your heart
has been found in Iowa,
pumping along Interstate 35.
Do you want it back?
.....

Deborah Ager

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I step across the mystic border-land,
And look upon the wonder-world of Art.
How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
And all its valleys, how surpassing fair!
.....

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Near Perigord

I
You'd have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,
.....

Ezra Pound

Jack Of The Tules

Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancy
You are no novice. Confess that to little
Of my poor gossip of Mission and Pueblo
You are a stranger!
.....

Bret Harte

Possessions

They spent my life plotting against me.
With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,
but to be there, aligning their shadows,
they were planning to undo me,
.....

Ken Smith

Fidelity

Being a shorty, as you see,
A bare five footer,
The why my wife is true to me
Is my six-shooter.
.....

Robert Service

The Odyssey: Book 06

So here Ulysses slept, overcome by sleep and toil; but Minerva
went off to the country and city of the Phaecians-a people who used
to live in the fair town of Hypereia, near the lawless Cyclopes. Now
the Cyclopes were stronger than they and plundered them, so their king
.....

Homer

Cadet Grey: Canto Ii

I

Where West Point crouches, and with lifted shield
Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;
.....

Bret Harte

The Land Of Kisses

Where is the Land of Kisses,
Can you tell, tell, tell?
Ah, yes; I know its blisses
Very well!
.....

Isabella Valancy Crawford

Cinderella

Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother
.....

Randall Jarrell

The Lodger

I cannot
quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
.....

Bliss Carman

Delight

Winter is fallen
On the wretched grass,
Dark winds have stolen
All the colour that was.
.....

John Freeman

March

Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,
The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,
The shout of children dins upon mine ear
Shrilly, and like a flight of silvery arrows
.....

Archibald Lampman

Sunrise

In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
.....

Sidney Lanier

Mother Wept

Mother wept, and father sighâ??d;
With delight a-glow
Cried the lad, â??To-morrow,â? cried,
â??To the pit I go.â?
.....

Joseph Skipsey

Surgit Fama

There is a truce among the gods,
Kore is seen in the North
Skirting the blue-gray sea
In gilded and russet mantle.
.....

Ezra Pound

After Rain

Today
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
.....

Lesbia Harford

Seals

I deliver a lecture
And pour out my soul,
Its full architecture,
All rounded and whole.
.....

Gamaliel Bradford

Mamie

Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down
.....

Carl Sandburg

Fundamental Uses

The pair of lenses we have,
Focus on poor and disable one,
Relieve them with the extend of your capability,
Rather than looking at things which makes us attach.
.....

Norbu Dorji

Lamia

Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
.....

John Keats

Uriel

(In memory of William Vaughn Moody)


I
.....

Percy Mackaye

In Silence

She sees our faces bright and gay,
Our moving lips, our laughing eyes,
But scarce a word of what we say
Can pass the zone that round her lies;-
.....

John L. Stoddard

Delilah

We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done
Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne.


.....

Rudyard Kipling

The Three Gossips' Wager

AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
.....

Jean De La Fontaine

Ruth

All is wellâ??in a prisonâ??to-night, and the warders are crying â??Allâ??s Well!â??
I must speak, for the sake of my heartâ??if itâ??s but to the walls of my cell.
For what does it matter to me if to-morrow I go where I will?
Iâ??m as free as I ever shall beâ??there is naught in my life to fulfil.
.....

Henry Lawson

The Lament Of Toby, The Learned Pig

Oh, heavy day! oh, day of woe!
To misery a poster,
Why was I ever farrowed, why
Not spitted for a roaster?
.....

Thomas Hood

Kilmore

Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.
But, with a calm, incurious eye,
She sees the swift cars speeding by,
Then turns again to labor.
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Crane

I KNOW you, Crane:
I, too, have waited,
Waited until my heart
Melted to little pools around my feet!
.....

Padraic Colum

Dear Deborah,

They tell me that your heart
has been found in Iowa,
pumping along Interstate 35.
Do you want it back?
.....

Deborah Ager

Doctor Frolic

Felicity the healer isnâ??t young
And you donâ??t look him up unless you need him.
Clownâ??s eyes, Popeâ??s nose, a mouth for dirty stories,
He made his bundle in the Great Depression
.....

Robert Pinsky

Charades

I.

She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid
The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.
.....

Charles Stuart Calverley

On An Apple-ripe September Morning

On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
.....

Patrick Kavanagh

Pauline: Part Ii: Paul's History

“Captain, I hear the cheers. My soul is glad.
My days are numbered, but this glorious day-
Like some far beacon on a shadowy cape
That cheers at night the storm-belabored ships-
.....

Hanford Lennox Gordon

Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt

He gleaned all the gossip and he gathered all the news,
Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering the grub;
He knew the trooper's tattle and he knew the parson's views,
The gossip at the station-yard, the gossip at the pub.
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

The Eve Of St. Agnes

St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
.....

John Keats

Gossip

A FELLOW can't help hearing
Hateful things about another,
But a fellow can be careful
Not to tell them to his brother.
.....

Edgar Albert Guest

The Ring And The Book

Do you see this Ring?
'Tis Rome-work, made to match
(By Castellani's imitative craft)
Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,
.....

Robert Browning

Whispers Of Heavenly Death

Whispers of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear;
Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers-tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
.....

Walt Whitman

Stacy Brown Got Two

Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no we didn't but we'd like to)
He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to)
He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass
And everyone would shout at him when he walks his girlies past
.....

Shel Silverstein

John Mckeen

John McKeen, in his rusty dress,
His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,
His face unshaven, and none the less,
His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness,
.....

James Whitcomb Riley