Poems begining by C
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Community Garden
© Laure-Anne Bosselaar
I watch the man bend over his patch,
a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with his fingers, picks up pebbles around
tiny heads of sorrel. Clouds bruise in, clog the sky, the first fat drops pock-mark the dust.
The man wipes his hands on his chest, opens the sack, pulls out top halves
Cloony The Clown
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
Christ On Earth
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HAD we but lived in those mysterious days,
When, a veiled God 'mid unregenerate men,
Christ calmly walked our devious mortal ways,
Crowned with grief's bitter rue in place of bays,--
Ah! had we lived but then:
Concerning Emperors
© Vachel Lindsay
I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDEWould that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.
Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord,
The sword of Joshua and Gideon,
Cell Song
© Etheridge Knight
Night Music Slanted
Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone
tread the red circle
and twist the space with speech
Caught in a Net
© Vachel Lindsay
Upon her breast her hands and hair
Were tangled all together.
The moon of June forbade me not
The golden night time weather
In balmy sighs commanded me
To kiss them like a feather.
Canadian Folksong
© William Wilfred Campbell
The doors are shut, the windows fast;
Outside the gust is driving past,
Outside the shivering ivy clings,
While on the hob the kettle sings.
Margery, Margery, make the tea,
Singeth the kettle merrily.
Christmas
© George Herbert
After all pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde,
With full crie of affections, quite astray;
I took up the next inne I could finde.
Cat Parody on Poe's "Raven"
© Anonymous
Made his exit without growling, neither was his voice howling, not a single word he said.
And with feelings much elated, to escape a doom so fated, we went back to bed.
Coming Homeward out of Spain
© Barnabe Googe
O raging seas, and Mighty Neptune's reign,
In monstrous hills that throwest thyself so high,
Confession
© Boris Pasternak
Life returned with a cause-the way
Some strange chance once interrupted it.
Just as on that distant summer day,
I am standing in the same old street.
Creation
© Ambrose Bierce
GOD dreamedthe suns sprang flaming into place,
And sailing worlds with many a venturous race.
He wokeHis smile alone illumined space.
Cuckoo Song
© Rudyard Kipling
(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair -- locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.)
Tell it to the locked-up trees,
Cuckoo, bring your song here!
Warrant, Act and Summons, please,
Cruisers
© Rudyard Kipling
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine,
Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line;
So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire,
Accost and decoy to our masters' desire.
Covenent
© Rudyard Kipling
1914
We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
Others might fall, not we, for we were wise--
Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will
