Guest poem sent in by Gregory Marton <gremio@...> 'On Turning Ten' The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse...
'The End' When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three, I was hardly Me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I...
Guest poem sent in by Frank O'Shea <foshea@...> 'Indoor Games near Newbury' In among the silver birches, Winding ways of tarmac wander And the signs...
Guest poem sent in by Zubaer Mahboob <zubaer_mahboob@...> "A Good Poem" I like a good poem one with lots of fighting in it. Blood, and the clanging of...
Guest poem sent in by Aseem Kaul <Aseem_Kaul@...> 'To Brooklyn Bridge' How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and...
Guest poem sent in by pavi <pavi@...> 'On a New Year's Eve' Infinity doesn't interest me not altogether anymore I crawl and kneel and grub about I beg...
Guest poem sent in by Suresh Ramasubramanian <suresh@...> 'Prospice' Fear death? -- to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows...
Guest poem sent in by Steve Ornish <Sornish@...> 'Untitled' What grieves me is not What lies within the heart, But those things of beauty Which never can...
'Sunrise Along Shore' Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set The noiseless shadows steal away; ...
'Locksley Hall' Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. 'T is the...
We now have our very own domain - http://www.minstrels.org The old URL, http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels continues to work, but you should probably...
'Separation' Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stiched with its color. -- W.S. Merwin A startling, compelling...
Guest poem sent in by Vidur Bhandari <vidur_b@...> 'Seven Laments for the War-Dead' 1 Mr. Beringer, whose son fell at the Canal that strangers dug so...
A Halloween guest poem sent in by David Wright <dwright333@...> 'Porphyria's Lover' The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It...
Guest poem sent in by Suresh Ramasubramanian <suresh@...> 'My Rifle (The Creed of a United States Marine)' This is my rifle. There are many like it, but...
On Sunday, November 17, 2002 12:13 PM [GMT+0530=IST], ... Duh, duh, duh. I was thinking of "The Lord is my shepherd", not "The Lords Prayer". ~Psalms 23:1-6~ ...
"The Common Cormorant" The common cormorant (or shag) Lays eggs inside a paper bag, You follow the idea, no doubt? It's to keep the lightning out. But what...
Guest poem sent in by Jeffrey Sean Huo <jeffshuo@...> "Bilbo's Last Poem" Day is ended, dim my eyes, but journey long before me lies. Farewell, friends!...
'The Age Demanded' The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we...
Guest poem sent in by Issa Mikel <issamikel@...> "Shine, Perishing Republic" While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening...
'Transit' A woman I have never seen before Steps from the darkness of her town-house door At just that crux of time when she is made So beautiful that she or...
"Home-thoughts, from the Sea" Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish...
'Octopus' Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed, Whence camest to dazzle our eyes? With thy bosom bespangled and banded With the hues of the seas and...
U.S. Thanksgiving Day guest poem sent in by Vidur <vidur_b@...> 'The Pumpkin' Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and...
'The Law Locks Up the Man or Woman' The law locks up the man or woman Who steals the goose from off the common; But lets the greater felon loose Who steals the...
'H.M.S. Foudroyant' [Being an humble address to Her Majesty's Naval advisers, who sold Nelson's old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds.] Who says...
Guest poem sent in by Vidur <vidur_b@...> 'Hope' I want to let go - so I don't give a damn about fine writing, I'm rolling my sleeves up. The dough's...
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