Dictionary Poems

Never try to trick me with a kissPretending that the birds are here to stay;The dying man will scoff and scorn at this. A stone can masquerade where no heart isAnd virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:Never try to trick me with a kiss. Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,While stricken patients let … Continued

I like to look at fishermen And often times I wishOne would be lucky now and then And catch a little fish.I watch them statuesquely stand, And at the water look;But if they pull their float to land It’s just to bait a hook. I ponder the psychology That roots them in their place;And wonder … Continued

THE healed Heart shows its shallow scarWith confidential moan,Not mended by MortalityAre fabrics truly torn.To go its convalescent waySo shameless is to see,More genuine were PerfidyThan such Fidelity. – THE healed Heart shows its shallow scar by Emily Dickinson

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway …. He did a lazy sway …. To the tune o’ those Weary Blues. With … Continued

Have you got a brook in your little heart,Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows,That any brook is there;And yet your little draught of lifeIs daily drunken there. Then look out for the little brook in March,When the rivers overflow,And the snows … Continued

THE SPIRIT. ‘T is whiter than an Indian pipe, ‘T is dimmer than a lace;No stature has it, like a fog, When you approach the place. Not any voice denotes it here, Or intimates it there;A spirit, how doth it accost? What customs hath the air? This limitless hyperbole Each one of us shall be;‘T … Continued

A word is deadWhen it is said, Some say.I say it justBegins to live That day. – A WORD – A word is dead by Emily Dickinson

Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow. – Dreams by Langston Hughes

IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. In the old wars clutches of short swords and jabs into … Continued

Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue;The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles too. Opens a door in Heaven;From skies of glassA Jacob’s ladder fallsOn greening grass,And o’er the mountain-wallsYoung angels pass. Before them fleets the shower,And burst the buds,And shine the level lands,And flash the floods;The stars are … Continued