All Poems
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My Father’s Hands
© Neilson Shane
Claim a plot of land your prison: boundariesfar as the cricks that keep a neighbour’s farmfrom creeping. The stern command to grow:plough and harrow, till and sow, months of hoe-
MRI
© Neilson Shane
The particulates of matterand one man on a plastic slab,lying so still a black bear,
The Love Song of Otakar Svec
© Neilson Shane
Svec won a competition to build the then-biggest monument to Stalin in Prague. He never saw the unveiling. His wife, Vlasta, predeceased him.
All Pain Can Be Controlled
© Neilson Shane
In the hack-the-limb-off,pull out the tooth by tying it to a doorjamb,give the child something to cry about,cold showers are best, or just ice it, or suck it up, suck all of it up,punch your dad in the belly as he tightens his muscles,ten on a scale of one to ten just means a better amount of control,your lover looking at you and saying, Are you feeling this yet?,the torturer grinning and saying, Have no fear,filling the airbag with nails,stone in the bottom of the shoe for the faithless,dreams of the euthanasia machine are best interrupted halfway through,the logical end is death,kind of way
Three wise men of Gotham
© Mother Goose
Three wise men of Gotham,They went to sea in a bowl,And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
This Pig Went to Market
© Mother Goose
This pig went to market,That pig staid at home;This pig had roast meat,That pig had none;This pig went to the barn-door,And cry'd week, week, for more.
There was an Old Woman
© Mother Goose
There was an old womanLiv'd under a hill,And if she isn't goneShe lives there still.
Little Jack Horner
© Mother Goose
Little Jack HornerSat in a corner,Eating of Christmas pye;He put in his thumb,And pull'd out a plumb,And what a good boy was I.
Jack Sprat
© Mother Goose
Jack SpratCould eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so betwixt them both,They lick'd the platter clean.
Jack and Gill
© Mother Goose
Jack and GillWent up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell downAnd broke his crown,And Gill came tumbling after.
Hush-a-by Baby
© Mother Goose
Hush-a-by BabyOn the tree top,When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock;When the bough breaksThe cradle will fall,Down tumbles baby,Cradle, and all.
High Diddle, Diddle
© Mother Goose
High diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jump'd over the moon;The little dog laugh'dTo see such craft,And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Ding Dong Bell
© Mother Goose
Ding dong bell,The cat is in the well.Who put her in?Little Johnny Green.What a naughty boy was that,To drown poor Pussy cat.Who never did any harm,And kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
Dickery Dickery Dock
© Mother Goose
Dickery, dickery dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,Dickery, dickery dock.
Caesar's Song
© Mother Goose
Bow, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow, wow, wow.
Boys and Girls Come out to Play
© Mother Goose
Boys and girls come out to play,The moon does shine as bright as day;Come with a hoop, and come with a call,Come with a good will or not at all
Bah, Bah, Black Sheep
© Mother Goose
Bah, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool?Yes, marry have I, Three bags full;One for my master, One for my dame,But none for the little boyWho cries in the lane.
The Story of Sigurd the Volsung
© William Morris
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth;But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread,And bathed in the light returning, she cried aloud and said:"All hail, O Day and thy Sons, and thy kin of the coloured things!Hail, following Night, and thy Daughter that leadeth thy wavering wings!Look down With unangry eyes on us today alive,And give us the hearts victorious, and the gain for which we strive!All hail, ye Lords of God-home, and ye Queens of the House of Gold!Hail, thou dear Earth that bearest, and thou Wealth of field and fold!Give us, your noble children, the glory of wisdom and speech,And the hearts and the hands of healing, and the mouths and hands that teach!"
Then they turned and were knit together; and oft and o'er againThey craved, and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain
Woodman, Spare that Tree!
© Morris George Pope
Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now
