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Poems about Society
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And one of the elders of the city said, \
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
Oh, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt!
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On th
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,
Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob; Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;
Those anguished voices in the air!
Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."
And he answered, saying:
Whilst one might trace, with half an eye,
The still triumphant carrot through
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.
We have only the memory left of their hometreasured sayings and laughter.
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
In Antwerp, Bruges, Ostend and Ghent
I used to order food with flair,
I have heard the roar and clamor through the city's crowded ways Of the never-ending pageant moving down the busy days--
1.WARMING UP THE BOX
delivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing
Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
if you want a revolution
return to your childhood
I wrote my name upon the sand,
And trusted it would stand for aye;
In Alicante they bowl the barrels
Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles
WITH saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
Some vow of loyalty, fully moulded, will arrive by the morn;
the love will arrive, albeit limping, yet it certainly will;
QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,
Around her countless treasures were spread;
I AM tired of work; I am tired of building up somebody else's civilization.
Let us take a rest, M'lissy Jane.
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