Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

1. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
2. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
3. Decreed 4/5/2010
4. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/1/2004
5. Growing Old 4/5/2010
6. The Origin Of Death 4/5/2010
7. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
8. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
9. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
10. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
11. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
12. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
13. Godfrey Gordon 1/1/2004
14. I Don'T Want To Die 1/1/2004
15. Ye Spirits Of The Free 4/6/2010
16. What Mean Ye? 4/6/2010
17. When Christ Was Born Of Mary Fre 4/6/2010
18. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
19. Promise 4/5/2010
20. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
21. Rain 4/5/2010
22. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
23. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
24. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
25. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
26. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
27. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
28. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
29. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
30. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
31. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
32. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
33. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
34. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
35. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
36. Zaza, The Female Slave 4/6/2010
37. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
38. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
39. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
40. Little Be-Pope, 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the ...

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The Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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