Car poems
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The Faking Boy to the Crap is Gone
© Aytoun William Edmonstoune
The faking boy to the crap is gone,At the nubbing-cheat you'll find him;The hempen cord they have girded on,And his elbows pinned behind him
Heart Test with an Echo Chamber
© Margaret Atwood
Wired up at the ankles and one wrist,a wet probe rolling over my skin,I see my heart on a screenlike a rubber bulb or a soft fig, but larger,
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate
© Askew Anne
Like as the armed knightAppointed to the field,With this world will I fightAnd Faith shall be my shield.
On Day and Night
© Arthur James
And as the neighbors' guests retire, coaxing their carsinto the snow (we're gazing through the curtaininto winter's pale hub) two girls gaze up
Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle
© Arthur James
On a rainy morning in the worst yearof my life, as icy eyelets shelled the street,I shared a tremor with a Dobermanleashed to a post. We two were all the worlduntil a bicyclist shot by, riding
Saltimbanques
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Dans la plaine les baladinsS'éloignent au long des jardinsDevant l'huis des auberges grisesPar les villages sans églises
The Wife of Usher's Well
© Anonymous
##. And a wealthy wife was she;She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea.
The Time When I First Fell in Love
© Anonymous
The time when first I fell in love, Which now I must lament;The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content.
The Three Ravens
© Anonymous
There were three ravens sat on a tree,They were as black as they might be.
There was a young man from Darjeeling
© Anonymous
There was a young man from Darjeeling,Who got on a bus bound for Ealing; It said at the door: `Don't spit on the floor.'So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
A Taking Girl
© Anonymous
She took my hand in sheltered nooks,She took my candy and my books,She took the lustrous wrap of fur,She took those gloves I bought for her
A Sonnet upon the Pitiful Burning of the Globe Playhouse in London
© Anonymous
Now sitt thee downe, Melpomene,Wrapt in a sea-coal robe,And tell the dolefull tragedie,That late was playd at Globe;For noe man that can singe and sayeBut was scard on St
O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
© Anonymous
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,Bring me to quiet rest;Let pass my weary guiltless ghostOut of my careful breast
Mary Hamilton
© Anonymous
Word 's gane to the kitchen, And word 's gane to the ha,That Marie Hamilton gangs wi bairn To the hichest Stewart of a'.
Mademoiselle from Armentières
© Anonymous
VERSION ##1.2Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?1.3Mademoiselle from Armentières,1.4She hasn't been kissed in forty years,1.5Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.
