Wars

In the old was 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 the whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars clutches of shortswords and jabs into faces with spears.
In the new wars long-range guns and smashed walls, guns running a spit of metal and falling in tens and twenties.
In the wars to come new silent deat5hs, new silent hurlers not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of me following.
In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men following.
In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and millions of men following great causes ont yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

By: Carl Sandburg

taratella (An itallian dance in 6/8 time)

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember and Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine, that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember and Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?

And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who had't got a penny,
And whoe weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors of the Din?
And the Hip! Hop! Hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in-
And the Ting, Tong, Tang of the Guitar!
Do you remember and Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar:
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the hall where fall
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far waterfall like Doom.

By: Hilaire Belloe

The war song of Dinas Vawr

The mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valle sheep are fatter'
We therefore deemed it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition;
We meta host and quelled it;
We forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.

On Dyfed's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty Sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered and we slew them.

As we drove our prize at leizure,
The king marched fourth to catch us;
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall pillars;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.

We there, in strife bewildering,
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens,
We glutted with our foemen:
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,
And much thier land bemoaned them,
Two thousand head of cattle,
And the head of he who owned them:
Edynfed, king of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.

By: Thomas love peacock.

Eldorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search for Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell, as he found,
No spot of ground,
That looked like Eldorado.

And as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow:
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be,
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the mountains
Of the moon,
Down the valley of Shadow,
Ride, boldy ride,"
The shade replied,"
"If you seek for Eldorado."

By: Edgar Allen Poe

Dark eyes

Dark eyes
black clothes
Scared soul
A story that has never been unfold.
Secrets never told.
Scars will never heal.
No feelings in wich to feel.
tear after tear
drop after drop
WHen will this pain stop?
Silence
NO sound
Just the pound
Of a heart
A smile you'll never see,
Just a blank stare
along with a frown.
Gifts never got.
Love?
Un-heard of.
Songs never sung.
A push
NO pull.
Black nails
Black clothes
Scared soul
dark eyes.

by shelbi

Heal

HEAL

The bruises will heal
But the pain remains
You kept me afraid
You kept me awake,
You say your sorry
that you want me back
that it is a fact that you cant
live with out me.
so, i take you back.
More scars
MOre blood
MOre pain
I run
You follow
I cry
You apolagize.
Not this time,
im getting out,
im walking away.
The scars will faid
BUt what you did to me
Will always remain the same.


By Shelbi

Lost

In a terrible fog I once lost my way,
Where i had wandered i could not say,
I found a sign post just by a fence,
But i could not read it, the fog was so dense.
Slowly but surely, frightened to roam,
I climbed up the post for my nearest way home,
Striking a match i turned cold and faint,
These were the words on it "Mind the wet paint."

By James Godden

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Charm

The owl is abroad the bat, and the toad,
And so is the cat-a-mountayne,
The ant, and the mole sit both in a hole,
And the frog peeps out o'the fountayne:
The dogs the do bay, and the timberals play,
The spindle is now a turning;
The moon it is red, and the stars are fled,
But all the sky is burning.

by ben johnson (from the mosque of queens)

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