Poems begining by M
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Minor Litany
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is for those who work and those who may not,
For those who suddenly come to a locked door,
And the work falls out of their hands;
For those who step off the pavement into hell,
Having not observed the red light and the warning signals
Because they were busy or ignorant or proud.
Mama I'll Sing One For You
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks
To sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through
I've sung in blue wall papered rooms to girls I played at lovin'
Now Mama
I'll sing one song for you
Marco Bozzaris
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant
© Charles Bukowski
he's a dandy
small moustache
usually sucking on a cigar
'Most Anglers Are Very Humane' - Daily Paper
© Norman Rowland Gale
The kind-hearted angler was sadly pursuing
His calling unhallowed of choking the fishes;
He bitterly wept, for of course he was doing
An action most strongly opposed to his wishes!
Midsummer In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;
Mother's Kisses
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is!
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama will kiss him the pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
Mr. Barney Maguire's Account Of The Coronation
© Richard Harris Barham
Och! the Coronation! what celebration
For emulation can with it compare?
Morning in Camp
© Herbert Bashford
A BED of ashes and a half-burned brand
Now mark the spot where last nights campfire sprung
Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song
© Muriel Stuart
I am growing old: I have kept youth too long,
But I dare not let them know it now.
Merry Maid
© John Clare
Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat,
She frowns offended when they call her fat--
My Wife
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer
Made my mate.
Mountain Pictures
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I. FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET
Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil
Memory
© Charles Lamb
"For gold could Memory be bought,
What treasures would she not be worth?
If from afar she could be brought,
I'd travel for her through the earth!"
My Eyes Pour Out Tears
© Bulleh Shah
He left me, and himself he departed;
What fault was there in me ?
Magna Est Veritas [great is the truth]
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
