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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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Disabled

by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-

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The Slave Dealer

by Thomas Pringle

From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.

There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good

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The Stone

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.

Three days before, a splintered rock
Had struck her lover dead--
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of a warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired--

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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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Recent Woman Poems

Two Young Ladies in Hats

by Joe Cyr

Two portraits of young ladies decorate my bedroom wall
in stepwise fashion - the artist’s signature not too small:
“Strevens” - distinguished for depictions of stylish women.
His Two Friends and Le Recontre, are praised with good reason.

The artist portrayed many young ladies in flowered hats,
likely mistresses of uncelebrated aristocrats.
The vignettes on my wall are undoubtedly the exception;
these two, pert and bonny, impart fragrant-jasmine perfection

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to women

by Joe Cyr

(inverted mirror nonet)

i admire all women young and old
friends and relatives and strangers
their images in photos
oils and watercolors
mrs. or misses
their existence
resides in
beauty

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Prelude

by Joe Cyr

(Sapphic strophes)

Featly, posing courtly as Aphrodite
bright eyes, slight smile, beauteous as Mona Lisa
nay I view more loveliness
Botticelli’s ungarbed sprite, Venus

Coif, constrained coronal of lustrous color,
crowning glory fastened by flowered garland
gently intertwined with hair light and fragrant,

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Elephant Woman

by Ghairo Daniels

{ emo music inspired poem }

ELEPHANT WOMAN

She is Elephant Woman
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on Signal Hill
or in Newlands bourgeois class

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femme fatale

by Ella Sophia

she must be whom everyone wanted
they cry in front of her
, begging
their knees bleeding
through pleading
from something they knew
they cannot get

grey clouds fits the tears they all left
in the middle of the dance floor

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