ORANGE POEMS
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Mother Nature
I'm in sync with the sounds,
The water flowing by the river.
The leaves moving to the breeze,
The birds singing over and over.
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Az Mo
Love
Love
Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.
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Edgar Albert Guest
Beautiful Black Men
(With compliments and apologies to all not mentioned by name)
i wanta say just gotta say something
bout those beautiful beautiful beautiful outasight
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Nikki Giovanni
Your Sun
I'd be the sun in your moon,
A fire burning in your skies.
Layers of white and orange tune
In petals of flowers yet to bloom.
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Az Mo
Our End
Hot streaks of white rolls down my cheek
As he holds me ever so close to his heart
The beat of it is like a sweet lullaby reminding me how much he loves me
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Morgan Mccane
Frost To-night
Apple-green west and an orange bar,
And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . .
And, “Child, take the shears and cut what you will,
Frost to-night-so clear and dead-still.”
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Edith M. Thomas
Caged Bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Maya Angelou
Medallion
By the gate with star and moon
Worked into the peeled orange wood
The bronze snake lay in the sun
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Sylvia Plath
A Celebration
A middle-northern March, now as always-
gusts from the South broken against cold winds-
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves-not into April-into a second March,
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William Carlos Williams
Life
The Sun goes down,
The birds fly back,
Back to their little abode,
No food for the young they lack...
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Siya Mulge
Vegetables
Eat a tomato and you'll turn red
(I don't think that's really so);
Eat a carrot and you'll turn orange
(Still and all, you never know);
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Shel Silverstein
Reapers
Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling there together;
Seven I count in all, in yon field of wheat,
Where the rich ripe ears in the harvest weather
Glow an orange gold through the sweltering heat.
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Mathilde Blind
All The Dead Dears
Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin
This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
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Sylvia Plath
Senorita
An agate-black, your roguish eyes
Claim no proud lineage of the skies,
No starry blue; but of good earth
The reckless witchery and mirth.
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Madison Julius Cawein
Ts'ai Chi'h
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
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Ezra Pound
The Wind
ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind
Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks
Filled the still night, and tore the woof of clouds
Through which the moon did shed her cold clear light.
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Mathilde Blind
My Lady Of Whims
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)
ROMAQUIA sat and wept her
Lace mantilla full of tears.
King Abit laid by his scepter,
.....
Katharine Lee Bates
Toward Hope
Walking on the gold beneath our feet
in this damn land we grew up doomed
orange halogens in two sides of the street
leading us toward unknown paths of defeat
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Fahredin Shehu
Motherhood
She sat on a shelf,
her breasts two bellies
on her poked-out belly,
on which the navel looked
.....
May Swenson
Johnny Boer
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run,
And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun.
At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about
They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy is the hottest fighter out.
.....
Banjo Paterson
Blind Old Milton
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sun
May shine upon my old and time-worn head,
For the last time, perchance. My race is run;
And soon amidst the ever-silent dead
.....
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
The Beekeeper's Daughter
A garden of mouthings. Purple, scarlet-speckled, black
The great corollas dilate, peeling back their silks.
Their musk encroaches, circle after circle,
A well of scents almost too dense to breathe in.
.....
Sylvia Plath
Enigmas
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
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Pablo Neruda
Astigmatism
To Ezra Pound
With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion
.....
Amy Lowell
Mal Agueros
If you come to Mojacar
and peel open an orange full of worms,
count how many there are because
those are the days it will take for your body
.....
Nick Carbo
Ts'ai Chi'h
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
.....
Ezra Pound
Song 1
OH! bear me to the groves of palm,
Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm!
And when the noon-tide beams invade,
Then lay me in the embow'ring shade;
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The Cremona Violin: Part 01
Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
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Amy Lowell
August Moonrise
The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the swallows rushed
.....
Sara Teasdale
The Ice-floes
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel!
A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;
The master-watch wildly pointing to Northward,
Where the herd in front of The Eagle was spread!
.....
E. J. Pratt