Smile poems
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Casualty
© Seamus Justin Heaney
Dawn-sniffing revenant,
Plodder through midnight rain,
Question me again.
A Parable From Liebig
© Charles Kingsley
The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree;
'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old,
And the world is nigh ready for me.'
Motherhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
I wonder if he'll stop to think,
When the long years have traveled by,
How I Consulted The Oracle Of The Goldfishes
© James Russell Lowell
What know we of the world immense
Beyond the narrow ring of sense?
Grandmothers Teaching
© Alfred Austin
``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet,
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet:
Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless breast,
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came, and quietly dropping to rest.
A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses
© William Strode
Goe and count her better houres;
They more happie are than ours.
Gravestone
© Ivan Donn Carswell
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head
sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets,
I am not yet dead though I sleep soundly
in the graveyards with their bones;
Your noble reign
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The man whose term we would remember as our longest,
constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert
Gordon Menzies, turned 67 yesterday. Congratulations John,
youve run a long and torrid race, kept up a frenzied pace
The Death Of Nelson
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
'TWAS midst the battle's echoing din
And the cannon's thundering roar,
Water Babes
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook
that patiently took us into its heart. At the very start we
were never far from its shingly banks, playing amid ranks
of serried wildflowers. When one of us all but drowned
Spanish Dancer
© Rainer Maria Rilke
As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side - so, within the ring of the
spectators, her dance begins in hasty, heated rhythms
and spreads itself darting flames around.
On the Bill Which Was Passed in England For Regulating the Slave-Trade
© Helen Maria Williams
The hollow winds of night no more
In wild, unequal cadence pour,
Thinking of an Afterlife
© Ivan Donn Carswell
When was the beginning,
in the fertilising, in the flower,
or was it deeper,
in the earth beneath?
The same embrace
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours
specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When
little Jake (though not so little now) was heard to say ,
Goodbye, I gotta go, it was like our hearts were breaking;
The Reason Why Im Fat
© Ivan Donn Carswell
I thought my father was far too fat eagerly I told him so,
if he was offended it didnt show and I dont recall
where that strange conversation went. Now I know
he was offended as I am too, it is not a jibe to
The Price of Fame
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Do I really love you? So let me guess, youll think Im easy prey
if I say, okay I do but it wont get in the way of my impending fame;
I will be famous, be assured of that, and please to keep it hidden in
your fancy beggars hat. Be it fame or notoriety, Ill need to parley that,
Ode To Tranquillity
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or factious rage;
The Ease and Charm of You
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Theres an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny
the winsome wit that lies at back of it; and then the droll and
cheeky svénska troll of you which peeps out from the
flimsy drape in which you sheet your public soul, an urchin
