He stood aside the beard tongue and the dogbaneAnd just as rootbound in the slough. Each stepHe’d have to pull himself and boots togetherLest they be left there in the mud. From thereHe found his way back to the dooryard. I’veNo notion what got into him—if fearOr madness; and...
Yours the white rapture of a winged soul, Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song. (God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!) "Whatever is, is good" - your gracious creed. You wear your joy of living like a crown. Love lights your simplest act, your every deed. (Drop it, I...
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‘The Victor Dog’ is a quatrain poem written in iambic pentameter. The poem’s meter creates a very musical rhythm, which fits well within the main theme of music and art. The rhyme scheme is abba cddc, and so on. This organization of rhymes is called an envelope or enclosed rhyme...
AN ALMOST MADE UP POEM (Love is a dog from hell) by CHARLES BUKOWSKI - YEYEBOOK ENG - You used to write insane poems about ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you knew famous artists and most of them were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
God Made Us to Laugh by Raymond A. Foss - God, in his wisdom a gift of joy, humor God made us to laugh a life abundant joy, in our hearts revealing, the li
To visualize exactly, we are not made to be able; Smallest than a nuclear particle is impossible! And God is so little than a nuclear particle; God is not visible, can't be a machine readable! God is everything and stays everywhere; We don't see God as, we look for outer figure!
Later, Hecuba kills King Polymestor of Thrace, in a rage over the death of her other son, Polydorus, and when Polymestor’s followers try to punish her, she is transformed by the gods into a dog. After the war, the Trojan prince Aeneas escapes and travels through the Mediterranean to ...
The shadows like a thousand startled birdsWhen I almost dropped my flashlight. ThenI crawled through all the little beds and cradlesMade by the hay bails—” “How? Where am I? Bed?”The old man made to sit up but her handPressed at his shoulder and gently laid him down.“How did ...
a bed from every kind of flower. It sets to laughing delightedly whoever comes upon that bower; by the roses well one may, tandaradei, mark the spot my head once lay. If someone knew he lay with me (may God forbid!), for shame I’d die. ...