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O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
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STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
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O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.
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When the world turns completely upside down
You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore
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How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our youngest Alma Mater modest stands!
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I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
By some contriving junto planned,
And signed per order of Committee.
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In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
Her golden seats, with following years, increase,
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'I inscribe this chant for all my people' St Jean Perse
Out on a vessel in Chesapeake Bay
A young man arose at the break of the day
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THE SEA is large.
The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and a last morning star over the oyster
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When you come around heaven smiles
I have this feeling for you as if you as if you are a new toy
What beats with blood also jumps for joy
When you come in my face, my eyes decline
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SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III
The White House
Washington
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The Chesapeake skies cleared that night.
The days leading up were full of clouds,
With no promise of seeing the eclipse;
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Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
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These ugly looking lumps of calcium carbonate,
Unlike their cousins that collectors take.
Have a name known far and wide
As Apalach Oysters. ‘Tis said with pride.
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JBO:
'The beach at Sanibel... an Arlington Cemetery of shells.'
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Skyline fading in evening haze...
The air is warm and still...
Music lost in the sweltering heat - and
No one brave enough to dance
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I'S feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night,
An' my min's done los' de minutes an' de miles,
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A new environment,
A new life,
A new heaven!
The flair of a romance is what i bring to you;
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Foreword
This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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Bonnie Parker wrote this folk poem, credited to A. L. Kirby late 19th century, from memory with some substitutions, into her bank book from The First National Bank Of Burkburnett Texas, along with 9 other poems, during her stay in the Kaufman County Jail in 1932.
Bonnie changed the original line of ''The Engineer with his oil and waste'' to her substitution of ''The Engineer with his coal and oil'', probably because she did not understand the meaning of ''waste''. Waste were the oil soaked rags used to wick oil to old style plain bearings.
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A conglomeration of guinea pigs
Bishop Doane, Dr. Johnson, my Dutch Reformed pastor; Father G. Grady, Fighting Bob Evans, and Admiral Dewey
Imagine the squeaks and squabbles
Worse than Noah's Ark, and all in the White House!
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One grows to love the smell of horses
and urine-soaked hay
With the Chesapeake behind it…dung in the stables
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The traveler journeys
His ship has gone far
The doldrums eclipsed
With the light of new stars
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A grainy predawn dark, early Expressway traffic
bleeding arterial tail lights across gray water
and its blue heart. Under Lemon Hill,
grunts from Boathouse Row, woodshop clunks,
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'I inscribe this chant for all my people' St Jean Perse
Out on a vessel in Chesapeake Bay
A young man arose at the break of the day
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Past the fourth cloverleaf, by dwindling roads
At last we came into the unleashed wind;
The Chesapeake rose to meet us at a dead end
Beyond the carnival wheels and gingerbread.
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Nightly the hoar-frost freezes
The young grass of the field,
Nor yet have blander breezes
The buds of the oak unsealed;
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