Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

Now, a man in Oodnadatta
He grew fat, and he grew fatter,
Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;
While a man in Booboorowie
Often sat and wondered how he
Could prevent himself from growing any thinner.

So the man from Oodnadatta
He came down to Booboorowie,
Where he rapidly grew flatter;
And the folk will tell you how he
Urged the man from Booboorowie
To go up to Oodnadatta -
Where he lived awhile, and now he
Is considerably fatter.
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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting
the palaces of eminent personages
ensconced in sleek comfort all day,
they struck him as paupers.
In houses, where hypocrites have
left the smear of their puny feet,

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The sun, a molten orb of fiery grace,
Doth kiss the waves with golden, liquid trace.
A shimmering dance, a spectacle of light,
Reflecting hues, both day and starlit night.

From turquoise depths to emerald, jade, and gold,
The water's surface, a story to unfold.
Each tiny ripple, a canvas, bright and clear,
Where sunbeams paint, a vision, ever near.


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I am Day; I bring again
Life and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the World's tale quickeneth.
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I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
Scraping of fiddles and the stamping feet.
Only the cows, each in her patient box,
Turn their slow eyes, as we and the sunlight enter,
Their slowly rhythmic mouths.
‘That is the stall,
Carpenter. You see it’s too far gone
For patching or repatching. My husband made it,

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Some people write poems,
While I write feelings.
Feelings that become solemn,
For some, it might become a healing.

Don't be frightened by the dark,
Come, out to the light.
Here you will make your mark—
Don't be afraid of the night.


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Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
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Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed

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The temperate sun shines on your perfect skin
Glowing gold flakes surround your eyes
Just for a minute, let me stare within
Just for a minute, let me pretend you're mine

Your touch is so delicate, so smooth and thin
Your presence blazes me and makes me cry
Just for a second, the world spins
Just for a second, you don't have to be so kind


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