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  • James Vickers (8/22/2014 12:29:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    To Max - I presume you've tried posting various bits of the poem into google as an exact search term and come up with nothing?

  • James Vickers (8/22/2014 12:27:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello, I'm a new member and I'm hoping that somebody knows where I can find this poem! Some 60 years ago (or so) in my childhood, my sister used to read me a poem about a cat telephoning a fish shop (pretending to be the householder) and putting in a huge order. The only two lines that I can remember are the first - " Hello, is that the fish shop, I've an order here for you" and the last " what's that?A dogfish?Oh no, no, no, please leave that on your slab" I've tried the usual google searches but to no avail - does it ring a bell with anyone, or can you suggest popular humourous children's poets of the 1950's where I can have a trawl through their work?

  • Max White (8/22/2014 2:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hi Guys
    I am trying to identify the poem this verse from. It was one of grandfathers favourites. Has anyone got any clues please?

    “The tracks that we together trod still wind oe’r hill and plain.

    Still falls the diamond pointed dew, still falls the freshening rain.

    May there be birds among the trees, may there be blossoms, blown across the road,

    that last long road, where you have gone alone”.

  • Mohammad Skati (8/19/2014 3:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I'm looking for a poem about countryside.

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  • Nikolaos Nikolaou (8/15/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hello to everyone here, you are a wonderful community.

    I'm looking for a french poem of a rather minor poet
    which I had read years ago.

    It is talking about a world that is made of the material
    which constructs the last step of a staircase when
    descending it in the dark.

    I would be grateful if anyone could help me with this.
    I've been searching for it, for months.

    Thank you in advance,

  • Ray Moore (8/14/2014 8:14:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    l am looking for a poem l read in school in the 1940, is called The Haunt Of The Grizeely, lzzely Bear, can anyone help please.

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  • Ray Moore (8/14/2014 8:13:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    l am looking for a poem l read in school in the 1940, is called The Haunt Of The Grizeely, lzzely Bear, can anyone help please.

  • James Gilman (8/10/2014 5:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I'm looking for a poem written from the perspective of a middle eastern woman watching a girl eat an orange. That's all I have to go on...ring any bells?Thanks!

  • Kevin Zeinalian (8/8/2014 11:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I am looking for a poem that was written by a blind African American poet. If I am not mistaking he was graduated from one of Chicago universities and it was in 30s or 40s. I remember the First few line and it starts with " when all the poems on the theme have been written and all the night and day dreams dreamt without prophecy and fulfillment. When hop sustain us no longer......
    Although I checked Walton, or Bolton none was him. Any suggestions please?

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    • Laura Burns (8/9/2014 11:50:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      The poem is from Walter Benton's book This Is My Beloved: ENTRY September 12 When all the poems on the theme have been written and all the night and day dreams dreamt, without prophecy or f ... more

  • Allian Bern (8/8/2014 12:32:00 AM) Post reply Stage


    Out of control
    We broke the chains that tied us whole
    A fire inside us, it melts our words
    Every secret has its own truth
    The more we keep it, the more it shows
    I'm not saying the words that are right
    And you keep doing actions that you hate
    The brain collides the beats of the heart
    Though it will not pause, more it will not stop
    Same question plays when we lie in our bed
    Rather to eject it, we load more instead
    We can't kill the living pictures in our head
    Wake or sleep it stays as we live
    But one thing pushes us to the wrong way
    It keeps dividing us as we step
    We want to look back but we're stiff necked
    I have a thousand words to say
    It's hard to let go all promises
    Have to pretend you are gone and dead
    Know you'll do the same thing as i did

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