Family Poems
In the Good Old Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
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A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
by William Butler Yeats
i{My Soul} I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
'Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul
i{My Self}. The consecretes blade upon my knees
Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,
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The Alarm
by Thomas Hardy
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War
with Napoleon
In a ferny byway
Near the great South-Wessex Highway,
A homestead raised its breakfast-smoke aloft;
The dew-damps still lay steamless, for the sun had made no sky-way,
And twilight cloaked the croft.
'Twas hard to realize on
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From The 'Antigone'
by William Butler Yeats
Overcome -- O bitter sweetness,
Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl --
The rich man and his affairs,
The fat flocks and the fields' fatness,
Mariners, rough harvesters;
Overcome Gods upon Parnassus;
Overcome the Empyrean; hurl
Heaven and Earth out of their places,
That in the Same calamity
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The Duel
by Eugene Field
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
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Als Mutters Gedanken zu meinen wurden
by Mario Odekerken
Als Mutters Gedanken zu meinen wurden,
sprach ich mit ihrer Stimme,
ohne es zu merken.
Ich ging durch die Welt
mit ihren Ängsten auf meinem Rücken,
ihre Hoffnung in den Falten meines Mantels.
Erst viel später
fragte ich mich,
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Toen moeders gedachten de mijne werden
by Mario Odekerken
Toen moeders gedachten de mijne werden,
sprak ik met haar stem
zonder het te beseffen.
Ik liep door de wereld
met haar angsten op mijn rug,
haar hoop in de plooien van mijn jas.
Pas later
vroeg ik me af
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When mother's thoughts became mine
by Mario Odekerken
When mother's thoughths became mine,
I spoke with her voice
without knowing.
I moved through the world
carrying her fears,
her hopes folded into my pockets.
Only later
did I ask
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Babylon: Inheritance
by Jonathan Goff
Fuck the mother of lies, the father of deceit,
who feed poison to their children,
becoming their friends, helpers, enemies–
their finishers.
Lions–
dancing, then lunging,
never satisfied,
always stealing,
blind and
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Trembling
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I'm trembling
The coldness in the house
Isn't the reason
I'm trembling because
I miss yr arms around me
Wiping my tears
As I mourn the loss
You're gone too
There's nothing to say
No one's embrace to keep me warm
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Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius (3 poems about Family)
October 31st, 1970 - Kyiv, Ukraine and since 1992 - New Jersey, USA -
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