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my dusty staff in the eternal glow
and else o god i bless forever peace
and bread in stove of another home | img2poems |
i slowly walked back to my home on the beach
taking the bottle along with me
this would be a day i would never forget | img2poems |
and thus am damned to spend these coming years
with shouts of coward
ringing in my ears | img2poems |
d
a
smalley | img2poems |
you are my sun
the sun can make me live
the moon can make me fly | img2poems |
you think that i am a child
like the way you can cry
you can smile a lot all the time | img2poems |
there is nothing but peace
shown in the scene
until a lone man arrives | img2poems |
he bends over and
removes the underbrush
wipes away the dirt and mud | img2poems |
he gently strokes the
well-worn stone with
obvious pain and love | img2poems |
he walks away unerringly
with purpose and point
to his stride | img2poems |
one last look back
is all he needs as yet
another tear drops | img2poems |
even if i'm not awake
i sense the dawn
of yet another day | img2poems |
i have set my rainbow in the clouds and it shall be a
sign of the covenant between me and the earth
gen | img2poems |
kiss and kill me sweetly slowly
drag the life out of me
drain my soul of all affection of all emotion | img2poems |
it brings a tear
you've grown so much you are beautiful
you fill my life you make it full | img2poems |
the leaves begin their dance
but this time
the stars are watching | img2poems |
yatha bubbulakam passe yatha passe maricikam
evam lokam avekkhanatam maccuraja na passati
the dhammapada | img2poems |
at least i think that i do
he climbed so far out on the limb
and secured it there with a bow | img2poems |
then out of the clear blue
something happened i stopped
searching when i first looked at you | img2poems |
i know you will understand when i say
that although the price may be high to pay
you and i will find a way | img2poems |
he knew not what to say
ha sat there smiled and held me till this day
but now i know that life has meaning | img2poems |
i must now go i say to him
i smile at him and so does he
in the glass mirror in front of me | img2poems |
i wish for time
an endless time
so that all i wish should be | img2poems |
o buckle an' tongue
was the song that we sung
from harrison's down to the park | img2poems |
this will the fifty give me
when they are spent and dead
five times other fifties shall be my servants instead | img2poems |
we're foot slog slog slog sloggin' over africa
foot foot foot foot sloggin' over africa
there's no discharge in the war | img2poems |
seven six eleven five nine-an'-twenty mile to-day
four eleven seventeen thirty-two the day before
there's no discharge in the war | img2poems |
don't don't don't don't look at what's in front of you
men men men men men go mad with watchin' em
an' there's no discharge in the war | img2poems |
count count count count the bullets in the bandoliers
if your eyes drop they will get atop o' you
there's no discharge in the war | img2poems |
there shall he patient take his seat
and there await a people's feet
in the paths that he prepared | img2poems |
for he banked and he sluiced and he ditched and he led
a-half euphrates out of her bed
to water his dam' corn | img2poems |
then draw your hatches my brother true
an' let a little water through
but cain he answered: no | img2poems |
my dams are tight an' my ditches are sound
an' not a drop goes through or round
till she's done her duty by the corn | img2poems |
i will not sell an' i will not draw
an' if you breach i'll have the law
as sure as you are born | img2poems |
iv
the temper of chums the love of your wife and a new piano's tune
which of the three will you trust at the end of an indian june | img2poems |
x
with a weed among men or horses verily this is the best
that you work him in office or dog-cart lightly but give him no rest | img2poems |
xi
pleasant the snaffle of courtship improving the manners and carriage
but the colt who is wise will abstain from the terrible thorn-bit of marriage | img2poems |
xii
as the thiftless gold of the babul so is the gold that we spend
on a derby sweep or our neighbour's wife or the horse that we buy from a friend | img2poems |
xiii
the ways of man with a maid be strange yet simple and tame
to the ways of a man with a horse when selling or racing that same | img2poems |
xvii
if we fall in the race though we win the hoof-slide is scarred on the course
though allah and earth pardon sin remaineth for ever remorse | img2poems |
we wakeful ah pity us
we must go back with policeman day
back from the city of sleep | img2poems |
(who walks by dreams what ghostly wood in search of play
mate slain
until the bells of oxenford ring in the light again | img2poems |
unburdened breeze unstricken trees and all god's works re
stored
in this way live the merry clerks -the clerks of oxenford | img2poems |
against the bermudas we foundered whereby
this master that swabber yon bo'sun and i
must beg for our bread through old england again | img2poems |
out o' the wilderness dusty an' dry
oo is it 'eads to the detail supply
a section a pompom an' six 'undred men | img2poems |
'ere comes the clerk with 'is lantern an' keys
surplus of everything draw what you please
for the section the pompom an' six 'undred men | img2poems |
what are our orders an' where do we lay
you came after dark you will leave before day
you section you pompom you six' undred men | img2poems |
now by the church an' the outspan they wind
over the ridge an' it's all lef' be'ind
for the section etc | img2poems |
soon they will camp as the dawn's growin' grey
roll up for coffee an' sleep while they may
the section etc | img2poems |
read their 'ome letters their papers an' such
for they'll move after dark to astonish the dutch
with a section etc | img2poems |
'untin' for shade as the long hours pass
blankets on rifles or burrows in grass
lies the section etc | img2poems |
dossin' or beatin' a shirt in the sun
watching chameleons or cleanin' a gun
waits the section etc | img2poems |
with nothin' but stillness as far as you please
an' the silly mirage stringin' islands an' seas
round the section etc | img2poems |
so they strips off their hide an' they grills in their bones
till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones
toward the section etc | img2poems |
an' the mauser-bird stops an' the jackals begin
a the 'orse-guard comes up and the gunners 'ook in
as a 'int the pompom an' six 'undred men | img2poems |
same bloomin' 'ole which the ant-bear 'as broke
same bloomin' stumble an' same bloomin' joke
down the section etc | img2poems |
same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm
same white-eyed kaffir 'oo gives the alarm
of the section etc | img2poems |
same shootin' wild at the end o' the night
same flyin'-tackle an' same messy fight
by the section etc | img2poems |
same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal
when it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel
in the section etc | img2poems |
same splash o' pink on the stoep or the kraal
an' the same quiet face which 'as finished with all
in the section the pompom an' six 'undred men | img2poems |
but see now how the blacke road hath
strippen herself of hearte and beauty where the dumbe lampe of
tartarus winketh red etc | img2poems |
some one has to kill 'em so
eenee meenee mainee mo
make you it | img2poems |
ask the gods for we don't know
but eenee meenee mainee mo
make-us-it | img2poems |
this is our cause
god help us and make strong
our will to meet him later unashamed | img2poems |
what is lovely never dies
but passes into other loveliness
star-dust or sea-foam flower or winged air | img2poems |
softly wordlessly
shadow and light coalesce
emergent being | img2poems |
silence of the dawn
sailing in sun speckled sea
gliding into port | img2poems |
one can enjoy a wood fire worthily
only when he warms his thoughts by it
as well as his hands and feet | img2poems |
study nature love nature
stay close to nature
it will never fail you | img2poems |
children have neither past nor future
they enjoy the present
which very few of us do | img2poems |
draw if thou canst the mystic line
severing rightly his from thine
which is human which divine | img2poems |
if the river was whiskey and i was a divin' duck
i would dive down to the bottom
don't think i'd ever come back up | img2poems |
how the mind clings to the road it knows
rushing through crossroads sticking
like lint to the familiar | img2poems |
trees reaching high
leaves the colours of rich gold
shadows of small men | img2poems |
some things that fly there be
birds hours the bumble-bee
of these no elegy | img2poems |
place of silent calm
autumn tones of gold
walk here in silence | img2poems |
profound stillness clouds
and trees collect on the pond
which way up which down | img2poems |
i dont want to give up
i just want to give away
these words | img2poems |
trees reach to the clouds
golden leaves on branches fall
natures cathedral | img2poems |
reaching for the stars
copper gold gifts soon will fall
then the tree can sleep | img2poems |
that orbed maiden
with white fire laden
whom mortals call the moon | img2poems |
sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
sunshine on the water looks so lovely
sunshine almost always makes me high | img2poems |
loveliest of trees
the cherry now
is hung with bloom along the bough | img2poems |
the pleasant air and wind
with sacred thoughts do
feed my serious mind | img2poems |
snow lands on hemlocks
gentle as falling feathers
turning needles white | img2poems |
tango with shadows
each on its own axis spins
dialogue of light | img2poems |
after the rain
the wind was up and kept rippling the puddle surface so i'm especially happy that
this one turned out well | img2poems |
the ceremony of innocence is drowned
the best lack all conviction while the worst
are full of passionate intensity | img2poems |
the flower is about the size of a quarter
this was a very small butterfly
every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks | img2poems |
but maybe prayer is a road to rise
a mountain path leading toward the skies
to assist the spirit who truly tries | img2poems |
with an inner voice the river ran
adown it floated a dying swan
and loudly did lament | img2poems |
smitten petunia
bitten by a big bunny
into pink pinwheel | img2poems |
o yellow eye
let me be sick with your heat
let me be feverish and frowning | img2poems |
some leaves hang late
some fall before the first frost
so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones | img2poems |
four strong winds that blow lonely
seven seas that run high
all these things that dont change come what may | img2poems |
of cloudless climes and starry skies
and all that's best of dark and bright
meets in her aspect and her eyes | img2poems |
deep into that darkness peering
long i stood there wondering fearing
doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before | img2poems |
with every song with every breath that you take
i'll give you the moon and the sun
with every beat of my heart i will love you | img2poems |
here standing with the unvoyageable sky
in faint reflection of infinitude
stretched overhead | img2poems |
you're a grand old flag
you're a high flying flag
and forever in peace may you wave | img2poems |
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