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Poem for the Day

Posted: 14 September 2014

The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away.
(While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,
When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung
The lonely of heart is withered away).

The Wind Blows Out Of The Gates Of The Day
W B Yeats

Poem for the Day

Posted: 13 September 2014

Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil? 
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill, 
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat, 
They fought all night with a cocaine rat. 

She had cocaine hair on her cocaine head. 
She had a cocaine dress that was poppy red: 
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes, 
On her coat she wore a crimson, cocaine rose. 

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way, 
Snakes and elephants silver and gray. 
Oh the cocaine blues they make me sad, 
Oh the cocaine blues make me feel bad. 

Lil went to a snow party one cold night, 
And the way she sniffed was sure a fright. 
There was Hophead Mag with Dopey Slim, 
Kankakee Liz and Yen Shee Jim. 

There was Morphine Sue and the Poppy Face Kid, 
Climbed up snow ladders and down they skid; 
There was the Stepladder Kit, a good six feet, 
And the Sleigh-riding Sister who were hard to beat. 

Along in the morning about half past three 
They were all lit up like a Christmas tree; 
Lil got home and started for bed, 
Took another sniff and it knocked her dead. 

They laid her out in her cocaine clothes: 
She wore a snowbird hat with a crimson rose; 
On her headstone you’ll find this refrain: 
She died as she lived, sniffing cocaine.

Cocaine Lil and Morphine Sue
WH Auden

Poem for the Day

Posted: 12 September 2014

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;...
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

Jenny Kissed Me
Leigh Hunt

Poem for the Day

Posted: 11 September 2014

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dyes, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

The Good Morrow
John Donne

Haiku

Posted: 11 September 2014

Thirteen years ago
A world in shock held its breath
And its heart stood still.

Bill Adair

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