Poems

As a boy I picked tobacco leafWith hands so stained and soreThe leaves were endless, one by oneMy fingers cut and toreLoading wood in the shedWith my Dad by my sideStacking the logs very neatA site we viewed with prideI worked in kitchens, pots and pans,Bandana soaked up my sweatWaited tables here and thereTables I’d bus and setOn tuna boats, the seas did roarAnd sloshing … [Read more...] about Labor Journey, By: Steven Mcdonald

It is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood,"Roused though it be full often to a moodWhich spurns the check of salutary bands,That this most famous Stream in bogs and sandsShould perish; and to evil and to goodBe lost for ever. In our halls is … [Read more...] about Sonnet: “It Is Not To Be Thought Of,” By: William Wordsworth

Affections lose their object; Time brings forthNo successors; and, lodged in memory,If love exist no longer, it must die,Wanting accustomed food, must pass from earth,Or never hope to reach a second birth.This sad belief, the happiest that is leftTo thousands, share not Thou; howe'er bereft,Scorned, or neglected, fear not such a dearth.Though poor and destitute of friends thou … [Read more...] about Sonnet – To An Octogenarian, By: William Wordsworth

Below a cold and moonless night,As gently rose the Eastern light,From o’er a dark and blood-gorged field,Where countless fates were cruelly sealed,There came a song too long unheard:On shattered tree, a lonely birdSings bright and clear to call the morning,Heralding a new day dawning. … [Read more...] about Resurrection, By: Derrick Wilkinson

Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy,For such thou wert ere from our sight removed,Holy, and ever dutiful belovedFrom day to day with never-ceasing joy,And hopes as dear as could the heart employIn aught to earth pertaining? Death has provedHis might, nor less his mercy, as behoved,Death conscious that he only could destroyThe bodily frame. That beauty is laid lowTo moulder … [Read more...] about Sonnet, By: William Wordsworth