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The Female Of The Species

by Rudyard Kipling

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun

by Walt Whitman

GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;

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Song Of The Open Road

by Walt Whitman

AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;

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Shoo

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.

John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.

My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.

Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.

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CafÉ Comedy

by Robert William Service

She

I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I've never seen him - that's the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .
So when we meet what will he think of me?

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Recent Children Poems

Sweet child in time

by Mario Odekerken

The child stands before the slow turning of the world,
unaware of the full measure of its cruelty.
There is a stillness in the air,a fragile quiet that feels almost safe,
yet beneath it something restless stirs.
They look ahead with eyes unmarked by experience, but already the shadows of conflict brush against their gaze.
Somewhere beyond the horizon, lives are being broken by the cold mechanics of violence,
though the child cannot yet name it.
They have not learned the language of loss,
but they will.

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Smiles Throughout the Weeks

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.

Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.

Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands for free.
James always had a part time job. Pete was all sunshine, very happy.

Fun barbecues attracted friends, to lawns of families and red flowers;

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Bien venido

by Aldo Kraas

Bien venido
God's children
Bien venido
To a beautiful day
Let's not waste that day
By sleeping in
If we sleep in we will
Not sleep at night
So we must enjoy this
Day

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The Sky Never Answers

by Ayatullah Nurjati

On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"

The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.

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Quite a Sight

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind;
And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend.

The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise neptune, in caramel sun orbit;
And also relied upon retiring early, to enable early rising. Dewy carpets!

Father worked daily in the factory, while Mother was a proficient artist,
Who created magic, colorful abstracts; like darkest nights of stardust!

Flawed, russet sky wept freely all night, to the dismay of fallen flowers;

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