POEM OF THE DAY
A Sketch
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head;
Next for some gracious service unexpress'd,
And from its wages only to be guess'd
Raised from the toilette to the table, where
Her wondering betters wait behind her chair.
With eye unmoved, and forehead unabash'd,
She dines from off the plate she lately wash'd.
Quick with the tale, and ready with the lie,
The genial confidante, and general spy,
Who could, ye gods! her next employment guess--
An only infants earliest governess!
She taught the child to read, and taught so well,
That she herself, by teaching, learn'd to spell.
An adept next in penmanship she grows;
As many a nameless slander deftly shows.
What she had made the pupil of her art,
None know--but that high Soul secured the heart,
And panted for the truth it could not hear,
With longing breast and undeluded ear.
Foil'd was perversion by that youthful mind,
Which Flattery fool'd not, Baseness could not blind,
Deceit infect not, near Contagion soil,
Indulgence weaken, nor Example spoil,
Nor master'd Science tempt her to look down
On humbler talents with a pitying frown,
Nor Genius swell, nor Beauty render vain,
Nor Envy ruffle o retaliate pain,
Nor Fortune change, Pride raise, nor Passion bow,
Nor virtue teach austerity-till now.
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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Homecoming
All day, day after day, they’re bringing them home,
they’re picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they’re bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in trucks, in convoys,
they’re zipping them up in green plastic bags,
they’re tagging them now in Saigon, in the mortuary coolness
they’re giving them names, they’re rolling them out of
the deep-freeze lockers — on the tarmac at Tan Son Nhut
the noble jets are whining like hounds,
they are bringing them home
– curly heads, kinky-hairs, crew-cuts, balding non-coms
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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
A Spirit's Curiousity
A spirit wanders the lands
It looks for those who can see
Are there any who can see it
Are there any who hear it
It wishes to be spoken with
Can you feel its energy near
Can you hear its voice
It only wishes for company
It only wants to communicate
Can you feel its cold chill as it comes ever closer
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NEW POEMS
3.
Niece
it is that special day, sunshine, oh what a joy!
Happy ninth birthday to you, Maffy dear!
auntie sends love, kisses, hugs your way,
niece radiant! infectious laughter rings afar,
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5.
Regarding Life
I have nothing to say
Regarding death
Regarding dark
Regarding enemies
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6.
Carrie Ann's Heart
Carrie Ann was a sweet beauty.
The girl who was the high school cheerleader cutie.
Jed wasn't on the football or basketball team.
And he was no girl's idea of a dream.
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8.
A Penguin Walking
Recently I was blessed to watch a penguin walking…my eyes followed him for a while…and I realized, the more I watched him…the more his walking made me smile.
As he waddled in his tuxedo with his own peculiar style…and grace…I began to wonder how many other simple things in life have brought a smile to my face.
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10.
Home
Come on,
you legend of war
pour your sorrow
into my head.
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11.
Siesta
Siesta, angelic music
strews holy words in my ears
draws them on the front and the back
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12.
Racism
Racism
Where are the war graves of the 350 thousand soldiers?
Who fought and died for our wars?
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