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Precious to MeShe still shall be

© Emily Dickinson

Precious to MeShe still shall be
Though She forget the name I bear
The fashion of the Gown I wear
The very Color of My Hair

Pumpkins in our time

© Ivan Donn Carswell

For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace,
their parent vines had all but browned and died
although a stubborn tendril here and there had
tried to grow again glyphosate soon ended

Puissant Morons

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean
and see the puissant morons stare;
garbed in common guises far from unfamiliar,
guises fair as anyone you know or care,

You could see the signs which said that possums came at night
and fed upon this tree, they left their mark in fruit discards
and broken twigs and shredded leaves spread randomly
in careless piles beneath its ravaged canopy.

Political nonsense

© Ivan Donn Carswell

I asked my fellow listeners what they thought
about his claims that malfeasance was soured
within this state by parliamentary representatives
but not, of course, those members seated where
he sat in opposition. His disposition was to blame
the government as if he wasnt part of it.

Piscine kind of kinship

© Ivan Donn Carswell

To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd
quite missed the point. Peculiar in many
ways and kind of weird, I would have
been afraid of him were I a child (if I ever

Pedestrian ambitions

© Ivan Donn Carswell

My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed
in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly
stacked, comfortably worn with a relaxed air of
confidence, some scattered in patterns of bizarre

Partisanship and politics

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain
just how the term remains a sticking point within my craw,
how it contains a core of prudish mockery, dissembles jingoistic
claims. But I am and not ashamed. I love the land, the people

Paper towel

© Ivan Donn Carswell

She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock
in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new,
an after-thought perhaps, refined appreciation?
She had never talked a lot in bed just let her actions

Persistence

© Walter Savage Landor

MY hopes retire; my wishes as before
Struggle to find their resting-place in vain:
The ebbing sea thus beats against the shore;
The shore repels it; it returns again.

Piano by Patrick Phillips: American Life in Poetry #173 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Poets are especially good at investing objects with meaning, or in drawing meaning from the things of this world. Here Patrick Phillips of Brooklyn, New York, does a masterful job of comparing a wrecked piano to his feelings. Piano

Touched by your goodness, I am like
that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby
that someone had smashed and somehow
heaved through an open window.

Prince Yousuf And The Alcayde

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Moorish Ballad
IN Grenada reigned Mohammed,
Sixth who bore the name was he;
But the rightful king, Prince Yousuf,

Prayer XXIII

© Khalil Gibran

Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer."
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

Pleasures

I like to find
what's not found
at once, but lies

Peace Proposal

Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay