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Lament

by Dylan Thomas

When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave

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Nightfishing

by Gjertrud Schnackenberg

The kitchen's old-fashioned planter's clock portrays
A smiling moon as it dips down below
Two hemispheres, stars numberless as days,
And peas, tomatoes, onions, as they grow
Under that happy sky; but though the sands
Of time put on this vegetable disguise,
The clock covers its face with long, thin hands.
Another smiling moon begins to rise.

We drift in the small rowboat an hour before

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Time

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?

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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.

Waterfall

by Lauris Dorothy Edmond

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air

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Recent Time Poems

The Smiling Hours

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Purple wildflowers
in the stained moments of day
Windswept disarray!
Fuchsia passion spreads for miles
Fetching jays and sunshine smiles.

A Future Unseen

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Will I get my dream job, car, or home?
Each instance of fate hangs upon whim,
Like that of the bluebirds, born to roam.
Will I get my dream job, car, or home?
Amidst the questing, time's often flown,
For chance dwells in a region, very dim.
Will I get my dream job, car or home?
Each instance of fate hangs upon whim.

Novel Colors

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

exotic sunsets
in yellows peaches and golds
of the farewell days

fading of splendor
that colors the earth and sky
day's forget-me-not

forever moments
make up a sunset story

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Rosy Day Running

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Exhilaration!
Feet pounding windswept pavements
people thrilled to run.
Red butterflies in tandem-
Invigorated heartbeats.

Day to satin night
on every viable route
energetic youth!
Pretty, fleeting scenery

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The Story

by Ahmet Yalcinkaya

time was yellow at that day
like a leaf
and the woman gave birth to betrayal
pure of mother-of-pearl so shown
seven harvesting of grapes have been passed
with cries and shrieks
while seven periods had been overthrown

time was walking lame at that day
although it is said to be bloody red

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