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The Landscape

Painter, painter paint a scene-
A dainty cottage on a mound,
In a forest beautiful.

Paint it white and ashen grey,
With a meadow surrounding,
Filled with grass, all green and mowed.

Paint arcading cedars few,
With a narrow winding road,
And hedges on either side.

Paint a teenager with bike,
Ready for a hiking trip,
In the forest adjacent.

Make the day dawn early when
Air is fresh and birds fly past,
In the search of early worms!

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poem by John Celes
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Revenge

A spitcat sate on a garden gate
And a snapdog fared beneath;
Careless and free was his mien, and he
Held a fiddle-string in his teeth.

She marked his march, she wrought an arch
Of her back and blew up her tail;
And her eyes were green as ever were seen,
And she uttered a woful wail.

The spitcat's plaint was as follows: 'It ain't
That I am to music a foe;
For fiddle-strings bide in my own inside,
And I twang them soft and low.

'But that dog has trifled with art and rifled
A kitten of mine, ah me!
That catgut slim was marauded from him:
'Tis the string that men call E.'

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Barthelemon At Vauxhall

Francois Hippolite Barthelemon, first-fiddler at Vauxhall Gardens,
composed what was probably the most popular morning hymn-tune ever
written. It was formerly sung, full-voiced, every Sunday in most
churches, to Bishop Ken's words, but is now seldom heard.

He said: 'Awake my soul, and with the sun,' . . .
And paused upon the bridge, his eyes due east,
Where was emerging like a full-robed priest
The irradiate globe that vouched the dark as done.

It lit his face-the weary face of one
Who in the adjacent gardens charged his string,
Nightly, with many a tuneful tender thing,
Till stars were weak, and dancing hours outrun.

And then were threads of matin music spun
In trial tones as he pursued his way:
'This is a morn,' he murmured, 'well begun:
This strain to Ken will count when I am clay!'

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poem by Thomas Hardy
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Drunk With A Fire

I am drunk as drunk
With that hazy stare:
A cultivated flame,
A windstruck inception
Adjacent to the sea.
Fluttering, like a celestial body
Carrying the pace
Of the waves soldered
To the weight of the lamentation
Of the trenches in their
Own dark territories.

The sea’s davenport basted
By the silhouette of your illuminated
Porcelain – your pillars are chained
With corporeal scorn and splendor
Like how the waves skid upon
The naked shorelines and back
Again, drawn to the hearth of the sea;
Groveling upon the deepest of wells,

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poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Soldier of bronze

Bound thoughts transform to trees;
black alders are implanted in forest,
where the winds embrace 'em free
and rain drops pour to their closest.

Winter winds around trees consent,
their foliage sweep, dithering gusts;
as their firm trunks upwards extent,
pointing to skies and selected stars.

Shadows float, as hours thump near,
adjacent to his entity, walking friends,
joyous in a silver solitude to appear,
soothing count that his sins amends.

And while a joyful and moonlit glow,
dances on rhymed cadence meters,
a ghost will stay with flakes of snow,
and fly above the pastoral features.

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Imageless All Inclusive Void of Explanation...

Sorted categories:
qualities both
physical
spiritual
constitute
paradoxical
man
mono
element
locked in
labyrinth
of opposing
ambiguity
Floors
walls
ceilings
doors
everything
compressed
one small

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poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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A Picture Of Our Little Garden

The sand mound on the left,
And the colourful Zinnias edging it;
With profuse Asters adjacent,
And the triangular red bricks bordering it;

The wide windows artistic grille,
Below are the bright Cannas to the right;
The pale blue curtain over the window sill,
Over looking the blooming Hollyhocks bright;

The dense green leaves of the Radish,
With intermittent Balsams red and white;
The long stalked nodding Cosmos' swish,
All enchant and cheer the mind and sight.

The smooth and slender butterflies,
Both diurnal and crepuscular;
Of various hues fly, sit and rise,
Flit from flower to another flower.

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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Another Learning

there is a door
between us as though
we are just
two adjacent rooms

to enter into your door
i need to have that key

you keep on telling me
the key was lost and you
do not know
where to find it anymore

there is another door
and you are allowing someone else to come in

at first i say 'This is unfair! ' and
I thought of forcing
that door open

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lunch Break Outside the Joseph Oat's Machine Shop

On a pier right above the Delaware & adjacent to a factory,
a man takes a lunch break,
legs kicking absent-mindedly as he ponders
the number of holes he needs to drill through
thick steel plates. His green t-shirt with the pocket
left of center contrasts the white stucco wall,
streaked with rust run-off from the corrugated roof,
which shields him now from the work
on the inside. The work that will provide some
unknown man a million dollars this month. The work
that won America its cold war. The work
that made Wall Street bullish. The work
that tells him he needs an industrial revolution
to pay his mortgage and bowling dues.
A brackish river, which coils through Camden
and Philadelphia, transports barges
loaded with cooling towers
and heat exchangers for nuclear
power plants to places
far beyond the man’s imagination.

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poem by Tim Gavin
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On Lillian Way

night
cold gray against greenish black
street lamp globes against
rectangle buildings
sitting in a parked car
along the deserted alleyways
off santa monica boulevard
car windows fogged
the cold green street lights
filtered through the prism
of a broken windshield
delicate spiderwebs of
white light diffusion

only in L.A.
a prostitute stands
against the bare wall
under a street light
with traffic going by

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poem by Theresa Haffner
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