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Gone Away

© William Henry Ogilvie

He's away ! '- With a quickened wild beat of the heart

Every horseman responds, riding hard for a start,

God's Vengeance

© John Hay

Saith the Lord, "Vengeance is mine;
I will repay," saith the Lord;
Ours be the anger divine,
Lit by the flash of his word.

Ghosts

© Madison Julius Cawein

Was it the strain of the waltz that, repeating
"Love," so bewitched me? or only the gleam
There of the lustres, that set my heart beating,
Feeling your presence as one feels a dream?

Goblins Of The Steppes

© Alexander Pushkin

Stormy clouds delirious straying,

Showers of whirling snowflakes white,

Guns At The Front

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Man, simple and brave, easily confiding,
Giving his all, glad of the sun's sweetness,
Heeding little of pitiful incompleteness,
Mending life with laughter and cheerful chiding,

Gavota

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Señor, Dios mío: no vayas
a querer desfigurar
mi pobre cuerpo, pasajero
más que la espuma del mar.

Grandfather, Grandfather

© George Barker

Grandfather, Grandfather,

what do pandas say?

George, Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions.

© Hilaire Belloc

Moral:
The moral is that little boys
Should not be given dangerous toys.

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild

George Chapman:XI

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain,

Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind

Good-Bye! (a chantey to be sung at the capstan)

© Harry Kemp

Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon -
Walk 'er round!
As we slither past the last sand dune -
Walk 'er round!
We're outward bound!

Gemini And Virgo

© Charles Stuart Calverley

Some vast amount of years ago,
Ere all my youth had vanished from me,
A boy it was my lot to know,
Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.

German

© Charles Bukowski

being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeles

was difficult.

Garadh

FOR the poor body that I own
I could weep many a tear:
The days have stolen flesh and bone,
And left a changeling here.

A light that twinkles in a distant star,
A wave of ocean surging on the shore,
One substance with the sea; a wing to soar
Forever onward to the peaks afar,
A soul to love, a mind to learn God's plan,
A child of the eternalsuch is man.

Ghosts Of The Old Year

The snow has ceased its fluttering flight,

The wind sunk to a whisper light,

Goddess In The Wood, The

Till a swift terror broke the abrupt hour.
The gold waves purled amidst the green above her;
And a bird sang. With one sharp-taken breath,
By sunlit branches and unshaken flower,
The immortal limbs flashed to the human lover,
And the immortal eyes to look on death.

Going Deaf by Miller Williams: American Life in Poetry #209 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I've gotten to the age at which I am starting to strain to hear things, but I am glad to have gotten to that age, all the same. Here's a fine poem by Miller Williams of Arkansas that gets inside a person who is losing her hearing.

Going Deaf