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Exposure

by Wilfred Owen

I

1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.

6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.

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The Toy-Maker

by Russell Edson

A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child.
He made a toy house and some toy years.

He made a getting-old toy, and he made a dying
toy.

The toy-maker made a toy heaven and a toy god.

But, best of all, he liked making toy shit.

The Mayor Of Gary

by Carl Sandburg

I asked the mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week.
And the mayor of Gary answered more workmen steal time on the job in Gary than any other place in the United States.
"Go into the plants and you will see men sitting around doing nothing--machinery does everything," said the mayor of Gary when I asked him about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week.
And he wore cool cream pants, the Mayor of Gary, and white shoes, and a barber had fixed him up with a shampoo and a shave and he was east and imperturbable though the government weather bureau thermometer said 96 and children were soaking their heads at bubbling fountains on the street corners.
And I said good-bye to the Mayor of Gary and I went out from the city hall and turned the corner into Broadway.
And I saw workmen wearing leather shoes scruffed with fire and cinders, and pitted with little holes from running molten steel,
And some had bunches of specialized muscles around their shoulder blades hard as pig iron, muscles of their forearms were sheet steel and they looked to me like men who had been somewhere.

First Granddaughter

by Beate E. Verterano

A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.

A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.

Without You

by Adrian Henri

Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and nothing to do with it,
Without you I'd have to leave my stillborn poems on other people's doorsteps, wrapped in brown paper,
Without you there'd never be sauce to put on sausage butties,
Without you plastic flowers in shop windows would just be plastic flowers in shop windows,
Without you I'd spend my summers picking morosley over the remains of train crashes,
Without you white birds would wrench themselves free from my paintings and fly off dripping blood into the night,
Without you green apples wouldn't taste greener,

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Recent Children Poems

Tatters

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Tatters the clown had brought joy to so many;
But of intense personal joys, he had not any.
Hard luck trailed him, as it sometimes will do,
As dark clouds chase the sun, in skies of blue.

He faced various losses, that made him weep,
Deaths and monetary, by getting in too deep!
Children laughed gaily, to see Tatters coming,
As blooms in silver moonlight, most becoming!

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Be the Hero

by Chrissy Davis

Children are people,
Like adults they have feelings.
No matter their age,
They are human beings.
Listen to them.
Let them know that you care.
Lend them your ear.
And for them just be there.
You may not understand the issues brought up.
Silly drama to you or school-house gossip.

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Playing on Swings

by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Who grew up playing on swing sets...
Spending hours with no parents around...
Trying to swing as high as we could...
Until the poles lifted up out of the ground...

Remember swinging higher and higher...
Telling your little brother to try and fly...
“It’s ok, little Johnnie, you can do it...
Just jump out the swing and aim for the sky...”

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I Need A Family Not A Court (Poem) By Christen Kuikoua

by Christen Kuikoua

Never Compete
with Artificial intelligence
but instead focus
On developing Unique human Intelligence
Because If you continue
to teach today
as you taught yesterday
then you rob us students of tomorrow
for you can lead a horse to water
but you can't force it

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Because Oprah Says So

by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

But I’m an altar boy who helps my priest every Sunday...
“That’s because you’re a racist!”

I was taught by my parents to love everyone...
“That’s because you’re a racist!”

But I helped the blind man cross the busy street...
“That’s because you’re a racist!”

I woke up this morning...

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