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Gone Fishin'

by Delmar Pepper

I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.

Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.

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Questions Of Travel

by Elizabeth Bishop

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,

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The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

by Oscar Wilde

(In memoriam
C. T. W.
Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards
obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire
July 7, 1896)

I

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,

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To A Sad Daughter

by Michael Ondaatje

All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
--all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle

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The Man From Snowy River

by Banjo Paterson

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,

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Recent Sad Poems

Muse

by Simrin Khan

Muse
You were my first muse,
Long before my pen knew it's use,
Your eyes and your smile,
Filled words in my heart's aisle,

But you never knew,
Even when my eyes were wet like dew,
Your heart was never mine,
While your presence wrapped me like vines,

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The Knight

by Arjun Rohilla

Knight was born to protect the princess,
yet now he lies in silence.
He died not because he failed his duty,
but because, instead of guarding her,
he fell in love with her.

And so he paid the price—
a heart set aflame long before
the pyre of his funeral.
As his ashes rose with the smoke,

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The Elegy: Raila Amolo Odinga

by Aloo Denish Obiero

The titan has departed.
The legend has entered the hall of heroes.
The enigma has joined the pantheon of immortals.

Kenya’s torchbearer of democracy has crossed over.
Africa’s voice of conscience has become one with eternity.
The world’s statesman has slipped the surly bonds of earth.

His voice is stilled, yet his dream roars still.
His body is silent, yet his vision breathes on.

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Long Ago

by bella fish

I lie there rambling on about something that doesn’t matter anymore. I look up at my phone, I see the look in your eyes and the smile tugging at your lips. My heart flutters and I smile back, my face heating up and a slight pink blush appears on my cheeks. I stare into your eyes for a moment, getting lost in them for what seems like forever. I bury my face into my pillow, smiling as I let out flustered squeals. I loved the way you looked at me, the way you listened, the way you spoke to me. It made me feel special, and overjoyed. But then I woke up. I sit up in my bed cold, phone dead, window open and the wind blowing my curtains. I wrap my blanket around me, and I hug my blanket to my chest. I rest my face on my knees and sniffle.

an orchard’s lament

by Rikske Kessner

Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.

Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.

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