Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

1. 1919 4/5/2010
2. A Cattleman's Prayer 4/5/2010
3. A Classroom Assignment 4/5/2010
4. A Goblin Christmas 4/5/2010
5. A Jest Of Robin Hood 4/5/2010
6. A Riddle 4/5/2010
7. A Soldier's Dream 4/5/2010
8. A Son Of A Gun 4/5/2010
9. A Song For Freedom 4/5/2010
10. A Sonnet Upon The Pitiful Burning Of The Globe Playhouse In 1/1/2004
11. A Woman's Complaint 4/5/2010
12. Adam Lay Ibounden 1/1/2004
13. Aladdin 4/5/2010
14. Alysoun 1/1/2004
15. Amusing Trial, In Which A Yankee Lawyer Rendered A Just Verdict. 4/5/2010
16. Angelica The Doorkeeper 1/1/2004
17. Another Yankee Doodle 4/5/2010
18. At Liberty I Sit And See 4/5/2010
19. At Liberty I Sit And See 1/1/2004
20. Away Down South In The Land Of Traitors 4/5/2010
21. Ay Me, Ay Me, I Sigh The Scythe A-Field 4/5/2010
22. Beauty Sat Bathing By A Spring 4/5/2010
23. Blow, Northern Wind 1/1/2004
24. Burnside 4/5/2010
25. By And By 4/5/2010
26. Cat Parody On Poe's 4/5/2010
27. Christmas 1864 4/5/2010
28. City Contrasts 4/5/2010
29. Cleanness 1/1/2004
30. Cleburne 4/5/2010
31. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
32. Come Join The Abolitionists 4/5/2010
33. Company K 4/5/2010
34. Confederate Memorial Day 4/5/2010
35. Consolation 4/5/2010
36. Cuckoo Song 1/1/2004
37. Dan's Wife 4/5/2010
38. Dead 4/5/2010
39. Decreed 4/5/2010
40. Edom O'Gordon 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the ...

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The Bells Of Hell

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me:
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victor-ee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
For you but not for me.

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