poems (all links active :-D)
all ignorance toboggans into know | my love |
all nearness pauses, while a star can grow | my sweet old etcetera |
a man who had fallen among thieves | "next to of course god america i |
a monstering horror swallows | nobody loses all the time |
anyone lived in a pretty how town | no man,if men are gods;but if gods must |
a politician is an arse upon | nothing false and possible is love |
a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse | no time ago |
as freedom is a breakfastfood | now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have |
being to timelessness as it's to time, | o by the by |
Buffalo Bill's | of all the blessings which to man |
flotsam and jetsam | out of the lie of no |
from spiralling ecstatically this | pity this busy monster,manunkind, |
hate blows a bubble of despair into | plato told |
here's a little mouse)and | rain or hail |
how generous is that himself the sun | red-rag and pink-flag |
Humanity i love you | rosetree,rosetree |
i am a little church(no great cathedral) | she being Brand |
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in | since feeling is first |
if everything happens that can't be done | So shy shy shy(and with a |
if i | Spring is like a perhaps hand |
if i have made,my lady,intricate | spring!may--- |
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have | stand with your lover on the ending earth--- |
if(touched by love's own secret)we,like homing | stop look & |
if up's the word;and a world grows greener | suppose |
i like my body when it is with your | "sweet spring is your |
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in Just- | take it from me kiddo |
in spite of everything | that melancholy |
in time of daffodils(who know | the great advantage of being alive |
in time's a noble mercy of proportion | these children singing in stone a |
i say no world | this mind made war |
i sing of Olaf glad and big | to start,to hesitate;to stop |
i thank You God for most this amazing | true lovers in each happening of their hearts |
it may not always be so; and i say | voices to voices, lip to lip |
Jehovah buried,Satan dead, | unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home |
joyful your complete fearless and pure love | what a proud dreamhorse pulling(smooothloomingly)through |
kumrads die because they're told) | whatever's merely wilful |
little tree | what freedom's not some under's mere above |
love is more thicker than forget | what if a much of a which of a wind |
love's function is to fabricate unknownness | when faces called flowers float out of the ground |
luminous tendril of celtstial wish | who knows if the moon's |
maggie and milly and molly and may | who were so dark of heart they might not speak, |
may i feel said he | yes is a pleasant country: |
may my heart always be open to little | ygUDuh |
my youse needn't be so spry | you shall above all things be glad and young. |
my specialty is living said | when god decided to invent |
my father moved through dooms of love | when serpents bargain for the right to squirm |
but if a living dance upon dead minds | ( of Ever-Ever Land i speak |
conceive a man,should he have anything | one's not half two. It's two are halves of one: |
darling!because my blood can sing | O sweet spontaneous |
death (having lost) put on his universe | o to be in finland |