Poetry Blogs (short)
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Praise me if you wish
For yesterdays dish
The meal you did not finish
The sauce your spoon would not tarnish
The dinner you did not touch when it was fresh
Saying now this dish smells of Melville's fish
Do not consume the meal when the chef's gone to bed
Pay me no compliments after the dogs are fed
Who wants recognition after they’re trodden;
After they are gallows led?...
Friday 16th February 2018 4:59 pm
It is not like a tree
In bulk doth make man better be,
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere,
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see
And in short measures life may perfect be.//
የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት
ሠውን አያደርገውም ከፍ፣
Friday 16th December 2016 10:27 am
When I regard the short and sweet,
That perfect crossroad given life--
And since the two so seldom meet--
I like to stop and stay awhile.
For what observer could protest
To cherishing a fleeting thing,
And wishing it to stop and rest,
To hold it up and hear it sing?
But recognize its fading glow,
The moment one's excitement peaks,
Then turn around and let it...
Friday 21st August 2015 6:37 am
Do all Dogs
go to Heaven?
I sure hope
Cause when I
get to Heaven
I want to be
there with you.
You are gone
When I see
I'll have a
I'll sit upon
while you run
that crazy little circle.
Monday 18th August 2014 4:57 pm