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A Bachelor

‘Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, ‘the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;

Robert Service
The World

The world is cruel,
but for some people it's cool.
People are dying
because of lying.

Duwayne Frieslaar

Strange thoughts come to the man alone;
'Tis then, if ever, he talks with God,
And views himself as a single clod
In the soil of life where the souls are grown.

Edgar Albert Guest
Forest Fire

Of late I have begun to feel a hunger
To take in with greed, like a forest fire that
Consumes and with each killing gains a wilder,
Brighter charm, all that comes my way. Bald child in

Kamala Das
This Land Is Not For Sale.

This house is not for sale-
beware of my kitchened wife,
beware of Emeka, my son
& Tobi, my Son-in-law;

John Chizoba Vincent
From The Bridge

Held and thrilled by the vision
I stood, as the twilight died,
Where the great bridge soars like a song
Over the crawling tide-

Don Marquis

Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.

Judith Wright
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

This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed. . . . Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring

Edna St. Vincent Millay
I Dream A World

I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn

Langston Hughes
Lower New York—a Storm

White wing'd below the darkling clouds
The driven sea-gulls wheel;
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel.

Don Marquis
Young Democracy

HARK! Young Democracy from sleep
Our careless sentries raps:
A backwash from the Futureâ??s deep
Our Evilâ??s foreland laps.

Bernard O'dowd
My Heart Ran So To Thee


My Heart ran so to thee
It would not wait for me

Emily Dickinson

When in the even ways of life
The old world jogs along,
Our little coloured flags we flaunt:
Our little separate selves we vaunt:

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Words

‘God' is composed of letters three,
But if you put an ‘l'
Before the last it seems to me
A synonym for Hell.

Robert Service
The Crimes Of Peace

Musing upon the tragedies of earth,
Of each new horror which each hour gives birth,
Of sins that scar and cruelties that blight
Life's little season, meant for man's delight,

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My country, My home,
My King, My Leader,
My Parents, My Teacher
My name, My identity.

Norbu Dorji
Christ Crucified

Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;
And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemed.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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

When Admonition's hand essays
Our greed to curse,
Its lifted finger oft displays
Our missing purse.

Ambrose Bierce
The Book Of Memory

Turn me loose and let me be
Young once more and fancy free;
Let me wander where I will,
Down the lane and up the hill,

Edgar Albert Guest

Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood

Alfred Noyes
Nature’s Way

To tribulations of mankind
Dame Nature is indifferent;
To human sorrow she is blind,
And deaf to human discontent.

Robert Service
The Rebel

Call me traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.
And the foe of â??law and orderâ?, well deserving of the rod,
But I scorn the biassed sentence from the temples of the creed
That was fouled and mutilated by the ministers of greed,

Henry Lawson
The Dead

Their reward is
they become innocent again,

and when they reappear in memory

Kate Northrop

One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,

John Greenleaf Whittier
Enemy Conscript

What are we fighting for,
We fellows who go to war?
fighting for Freedom's sake!
(You give me the belly-ache.)

Robert Service
The Wickedness Of Men

The beauty of the flag is been soiled with hates , and greed,
The bravery of our past heroes are been taking in vain,
Our rich and great culture is been silenced by greedy Men,
Our lands are fertile but our grains are been planted on rocks ,

Josh Ehinomhen

When I watch folks of this world and see how widespread
It is for those, that pile up treasure and put on fat, to chafe
At the bit and grasp for more, the way they hunger for a safe
As broad as the ocean, and so deep, that it'd never touch the seabed,

Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Change And Continuity Over Time

Over the period of time,
Change and continuity evolved,
We often says that the time changed but ,
It is the notion & attitude of people that really differed.

Norbu Dorji
Sonnet 06: Bluebeard

This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed.... Here is no treasure hid
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Who Is A Christian?

Who is a Christian in this Christian land
Of many churches and of lofty spires?
Not he who sits in soft upholstered pews
Bought by the profits of unholy greed,

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Fishing Cure

There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul
Like a day on a stream,
Back on the banks of the old fishing hole
Where a fellow can dream.

Edgar Albert Guest

It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold

Oscar Wilde
Peace Xviii

The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, "Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him."


Khalil Gibran
For The King

Northern Mexico, 1640

As you look from the plaza at Leon west

Bret Harte
I Am Sorry

If in any way I pushed you down,
mistakenly when I was trying to get myself stand,
beko I am sorry, please understand.


Ambrose Ap

(On a Queensland Beach)

Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapes
Crawl in gangs around these capes-

Arthur Bayldon

My country! by our fathers reared
As champion of the world's opprest;
Whose moral force the tyrant feared;
Whose flag all struggling freemen cheered;

John L. Stoddard
You Are Not Alone

Oh my dear Land,
There are thousands of dependent lives,
Be fertile & stable for those dwellers,
You are not alone.

Norbu Dorji
Rainy Night

The day is ruined. The sky is drunk.
Like false pearls, little stumps
Of chopped up light lie around and reveal
A glimpse of streets, a few clumps of houses.

Alfred Lichtenstein
Roll Girl

Loaded and rolling on,
This can't take you away clown,
Strength build in you will keep lighting,
Even when ninety nine candles are dying

Brian Dredan

("Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they
cover themselves with their works: their works are works
of inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." --
Isaiah lix. 6.)

Rudyard Kipling

See those resplendent creatures, as they glide
O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
From sumptuous carriage to effulgent hall -
A dazzling vision in their pomp and pride!

Ada Cambridge
The Idiot

He stands on the kerb
Watching the street.
He's always watching there,
Listening to the beat

John Freeman

A long farewell to Genoa
That rises to the skies,
Where the barren coast of Italy
Like our own coastline lies.

Henry Lawson
The Next War

You young friskies who today
Jump and fight in Father's hay
With bows and arrows and wooden spears,
Playing at Royal Welch Fusiliers,

Robert Graves
To Idleness

Sweet Idleness, you linger at the door
To lead me down through meadows cool with shade-
Down to the brook, over whose pebbly floor
The fishes, unafraid,

Harriet Monroe

An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundation
stone of the new Oglethorpe University,
January, 1915, at Atlanta,

Madison Julius Cawein
Quatrains Of Life

What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt