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Our Nation Is Ill

OUR NATION IS ILL
Doom Days Drum
Blood and war on the hill
The centre is shattered
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Ola Olawale
Journey

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
Do Not Kill Me I Will Die

Do Not Kill Me I will die

I am Anikulapo
Death in my pouch
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Ola Olawale
The Sonnets Cli - Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is

Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
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William Shakespeare
Poem Dedicated To Every Girl Rapped In Kashmir

In a vicious country, and a distant age
A girl was born of biddable and
penniless parentage,
The moon that glittered upon her
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Adnan Shafi
What Wor It?

What wor it made me love thee, lass?
Aw connot tell;
Aw know it worn't for thi brass; -
Tho' poor misel
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John Hartley
A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
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Robert Burns
Underestimated

It's hard that you keep being underestimated,
People see you as an outsider, or far from their level.
Racism under their state of mind,
They judged at you for being poor,
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Richmond Gellez
Chained To Inhumanity

Why does it feel am in a cage
Chained to my past can't free from it
Why have this shackles turned to be my doom
Why can't I get free why are the chain painful
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Ibthlhal Abdul
Christmas And The Poor

Christmas is special,
And will forever be.
For anyone;
Who does believe.
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Maria Lancelot
Down The Lanes Of August

DOWN the lanes of Augustâ??and the bees upon the wing,
All the world's in color now, and all the song birds sing;
Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
Down the lanes of August, and the summer getting old.
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Edgar Albert Guest
Why We Fight

This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
A carrier of the sick and maimedâ??
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Edgar Albert Guest
Address To The Devil

O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
That led th' embattled seraphim to war!
(Milton, Paradise Lost)

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Robert Burns
Poor Robin

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth
When I Think About Myself

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
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Maya Angelou
Let Someone Ask God

Why we are blessed and cursed?
Why we are rich and poor?
Why we work and beg?

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Ola Olawale
How Cruel Are The Parents

HOW cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!
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Robert Burns
The Norman Boy

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth
Grace Darling

Among the dwellers in the silent fields
The natural heart is touched, and public way
And crowded street resound with ballad strains,
Inspired by one whose very name bespeaks
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William Wordsworth
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth
The Silent Lover (i)

Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
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Sir Walter Raleigh
Forgotten Boyhood

He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
He doesn't like to hear them shout
Or race and run and romp about,
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Edgar Albert Guest
The Spider And The Fly

“Will you walk into my parlor?”
Said a spider to a fly;
“'Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.
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Mary Howitt
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling
Lost Ln My Loneliness

Loneliness, oh Loneliness,
There is one word I want to say
But who to listen is my problem.
People say I have nothing important to say
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Borklo Solomon
Success

You ask me what I call Success-
It is, I wonder, Happiness?

It is not wealth, it is not fame,
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Robert Service
Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
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John Clare
When I’m Killed

When I'm killed, don't think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
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Robert Graves
Sandpiper

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
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Elizabeth Bishop
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;
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John Chizoba Vincent
Survival Of The Eagle...

There are times when I've been
put down in life
I called upon you name ,
prayed for the poor
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Nonkululeko Ngcobo
New Guinea

I SAW them as they were born,
Erect and fearless and free,
Facing the sun and the wind
Of the hills and the sea.
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Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Reconstruction

So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year
It will pay me all my money back -- of course!
But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,
And I reckon I'll be something like the horse.
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Banjo Paterson
Auguries Of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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William Blake
A Pot Of Tea

You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam;
You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear;
You lift it with your bay'nit, and you sniff the fragrant steam;
The very breath of it is ripe with cheer.
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Robert Service
A Fable

A raven, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,
And, on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted
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William Cowper
A Befitting Send-off

Brothers, carry out the autopsy gently
That corpse was a rich man's residence
The carcass was never an ordinary body
To be hacked and dug upon
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Michael Aete
The Sonnets Cxlvi - Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
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William Shakespeare
Maesia's Song

SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown.
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Robert Greene
A Wish

I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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Matthew Arnold
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!
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Robert Service
A Song Of Suicide

Deeming that I were better dead,
“How shall I kill myself?” I said.
Thus mooning by the river Seine
I sought extinction without pain,
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Robert Service
Property

The red-roofed house of dream design
Looks three ways on the sea;
For fifty years I've made it mine,
And held it part of me.
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Robert Service
Is There, For Honest Poverty.

Tune - "For a' that, and a' that."


I.
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Robert Burns
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare
The Hyaenas

After the burial-parties leave
And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
To take account of our dead.
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Rudyard Kipling
Short Speech To My Friends

A political art, let it be
tenderness, low strings the fingers
touch, or the width of autumn
climbing wider avenues, among the virtue
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Amiri Baraka
Sonnet 049: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
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William Shakespeare
Virginity

My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.

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Robert Service