Poetry: Ogden Nash

by Timothy Lane   12/12/13

Ogden Nash wasn’t the first or last writer of comic verse, but no one ever did it better. Here are some of my favorites, starting with what I believe are the first two I ever read, followed by one that I think of often these days, and some other oldies-but-goodies. More » • (3657 views)

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“The Gift of the Magi” by O. Henry

by Kung Fu Zu   12/4/13

This is, perhaps, my favorite Christmas story. There are no extraneous characters, no skinflint capitalists, supernatural beings sent to instruct us or unfortunate types who let us feel good about ourselves because we feel sorry for them. It is a story which could have happened, and surely similar acts, as portrayed in the story, have happened countless times throughout history. More » • (3439 views)

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Returning Home to Be Redeemed

by Glenn Fairman   6/20/12

In Cebu City, Philippines, amongst the ruins of Mambaling
Poor children sleep amidst the tombs, a squalid nightmare suffering
Surrendering to hunger’s blight; privation claims its prize supreme
All Little Ones converge in God, returning home to be redeemed More » • (666 views)

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Ishmael, I

by Glenn Fairman   2012

Flung from the hinge of Master’s thigh
Ignoble born, Ishmael, I
Of Father’s eye and Mother’s hue
My tale, I now recite to you More » • (966 views)

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9:36 to 11:02 — The Walk

by Brad Nelson   11/23/13

I haven’t been out for a walk or bike ride in well over two weeks, so my feet were getting a bit itchy. Oh, but the cold. The cold. Baby, it’s cold outside. More » • (859 views)

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Marching to Utopia

by Brad Nelson   11/22/13

I have been tasked by my musically-talented older brother to write lyrics for a song for him to put music to. Although we are not that far apart in age, in terms of generations, he’s truly a product of Dylan and I’m more a product of Fleetwood Mac. I’m afraid that I would do what Lennon accused McCartney of doing and that is writing “granny songs.” More » • (961 views)

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When I Was a Lad

by Gilbert & Sullivan

When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney’s firm.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door. More » • (724 views)

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Awaking from the Broken World

by Glenn Fairman   11/14/13

For so ever long as we are the heirs to this Broken World, we are fated to wind down as children’s playthings. That great inexorable tide, from which no carnal force can withstand, forges the frontier between despair and the sublime vision. More » • (657 views)

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The Pearl and the Sand

by Gibblet   January 2013

In every life some rain must fall.
It’d be too dry if the sun was all
that fell upon this weary land.
Would we seek the shelter of His hand? More » • (1126 views)

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Mandalay

by Rudyard Kipling   1892

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,
There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: More » • (742 views)

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The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe   1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, More » • (932 views)

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The Tiger

by William Blake   1794

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? More » • (724 views)

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