Teen poems

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In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you probly knew her well.
Shed been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.

An Empty Room

© Roderic Quinn

"THIS is the room where Pinksie died";
So runs the writing there on the wall.
The world outside is a golden tide
Of light, but here the shadows fall.

Don Juan: Canto The Tenth

© George Gordon Byron

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found

In that slight startle from his contemplation--

As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum

© Larry Levis

The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago that
everything was clear,
As if it had been preserved beneath a kind of lacquered
stillness, &, for a while,
I did not even notice the pigeons lifting above the sad tiles
of churches,

The host, he says that all is well

© Howard Nemerov

He asked himself, poor moron, because he had
Nobody else to ask. The others went right on
Talking about form, talking about myth
And the (so help us) need for a modern idiom;
The verseballs among them kept counting syllables.

Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Quintus

© John Gower

Incipit Liber Sextus

Confessio Amantis. Explicit Prologus

© John Gower

Incipit Liber Primus

Ballades IV - Of Life

© Andrew Lang

Through the mad worlds scene
We are drifting on,
To this tune, I ween,
They are dead and gone!

Hunting Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,

Skiff o' snow upon de groun';

Self-Portrait At 28

© David Berman

If squeezed for more information
I can remember old clock radios
with flipping metal numbers
and an entree called Surf and Turf.

The Search After Happiness. A Pastoral Drama

© Hannah More

"To rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the female breast." ~Thomson.

Englands Openers

© Gerald England

Bare midrifs above belt-like skirts
Bedraggled daffodils line the lanes
Belladonna is unlucky
Beyond the wooded embankment home
Big Irma

The Wooden Toy

The brightly-painted horse
Had a boy's face,
And four small wheels
Under his feet,

Dream Song 22: Of 1826

I am the little man who smokes & smokes.
I am the girl who does know better but.
I am the king of the pool.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
I am a government official & a goddamned fool.
I am a lady who takes jokes.