New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />
Index of First Lines<br />
Soft and lazy 124<br />
Speak! speak, you ghostly guest, 130<br />
Swirling snow flakes 86<br />
The city walls pulse with the knowledge of soldiers’ fears, 100<br />
The client’s rhythmic breathing relayed ‘round 38<br />
The diamond drops of tulip sweat 129<br />
The here and now is all we hold in times of joy and sorrow. 20<br />
The morning sunlight shines upon me, 25<br />
The night it was dark, the moon did not shine. 84<br />
The owl sat 19<br />
The sunset shatters on the lake. 128<br />
The Thinker <strong>–</strong> he who navigates 96<br />
The trout had much to celebrate<strong>–</strong> 22<br />
The West is more than just a place. 105<br />
There is a hint of storm upon the breeze 36<br />
There’s many a tale of the Great White North 101<br />
They call each star a sun 28<br />
They burst around the river bend upstream from where I stood 32<br />
They say that it’s a rage to order. 65<br />
They say The Odeon went bust <strong>–</strong> 78<br />
This child that grows inside my wife 135<br />
Though a poem may be satirical, 114<br />
Throw more logs on the fire, 63<br />
To grow the Garden of the Mind 96<br />
Tonight the moon is high, the water’s calm 109<br />
Trails among the Navaho 77<br />
Two wedding bands 144<br />
Unhappy fate, so veiled with gloom, 56<br />
We are the souls who dance on fallow page; 104<br />
We never questioned whether we should wed 141<br />
Well, here I go and write again. 143<br />
When close of day stands shortly knocking hard 22<br />
When I was born my only play 90<br />
When I was young, I knew a man. He’d spent his life at sea. 87<br />
When John was just a little guy 113<br />
When the sun turns to glass, bright prisms will bow; 16<br />
Where do myths and legends go, 89<br />
Wind rustled crunching leaves 21<br />
Yes, lead me to the water, 108<br />
You gave me orange blossoms when I was sixteen 30<br />
You see in me that fading time of year 30<br />
Your tattooed stigmata are showing, my dear <strong>–</strong> 100<br />
Your urgent, crunching footfall down the cinder running track 134<br />
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