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Jenny Kiss'd Me by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

12 December 2005 | poetry, classic, light verse, rhyme

 

Nocturne with Missing French Jet Two Days Before My Mother Leaves for Paris by KEITH MONTESANO

And so again we're left with speculation. Luck, destiny, fortuity.

           The mouth makes its sounds, curls ever so slowly, forming


                      into horror or love, while lightning in the sky, if you're a passenger,


cannot be described, because those moments are always

           your last. It's 3 a.m. Monday morning…

11 September 2009 | poetry

 

The Dead Dolly by MARGARET VANDERGRIFT

You needn't be trying to comfort me,

I tell you my Dolly is dead!

There's no use in saying she isn't

With a crack like that in her head.

31 August 2005 | poetry, classic, light verse, rhyme

 

8 guppies died by MICHAEL ESTABROOK

in a pale yellow Tupperware bowl on the way into Boston…

2 September 2004 | poetry, prose poem, light verse

 

Your Eyes, Your Secret Weapon by AMANDA LAUGHTLAND

Stop to see your optometrist.

You owe it to yourself


and to your country to have

your eyes examined.

21 February 2007 | poetry

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