+4THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
“Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.”
This poem was written/submitted by Oscar Wilde.
+4 ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
Because rich gold in every town is seen,
And on thy sapphire lake in tossing pride
Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
Look southward where Rome’s desecrated town
Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
This poem was written/submitted by Oscar Wilde.
+4 Down behind the garden tree
I met a girl called Charlie
‘Move out of the way!’ she said
‘I need to go watch Barnie!’
Down Behind the garden tree
I found a little pebble
i looked at it and it said to me
‘hello, my name is revell’
Down behind the garden tree
I met a bee called Bill
‘can u quiet down a bit’ it said
‘im feelin rather ill!’
This poem was written/submitted by Sammy Lucas.
+4 Tripping over every rock
Falling into every pot hole
To get where i am now
I trespassed in where i wasnt suppose to go
I didnt see the STOP sign when you came into my life
All i said was right turn in my mind
I walked when the light flashed red
Thats how im here now
The stoplight must have been brocken that day
Because i found your arms
The road i took had many swerves
The rain was quite a stir
So hard to get where i am now accidents happened out of no where
The sign that said dead end was covered by a tree
Didnt know that there wasnt ment for me
Threw snow and sand some people stayed with me
and some where left behind
Jaywalking left to right
Never ended up in the right place
Till now
The past was hard
I had to yield before the present
At some point the rain began to stop
And the sun began to brighten the trip
Soon enough the rain started again
The lights went hay wire
Didnt know which way to turn
To who and to where
Its been tough and its been dangerous
The road drove me in circles some times
Too many tickets through out the years
For making so many mistakes
But i climed the high moutains
And ive swam through the ocean
Ive went past the rain
Now followed by sunshine
That was my road to the present
To where i now stand
And now finally the lights flashing green
I can fianlly GO on with my life.
This poem was written/submitted by Sonya.
0As I was out a`walking
down some crooked road,
I spied a paper gentleman
with a plastic nose.
I hailed him, `Good a`morning.`
and bowed down to my knees,
but he just a`laughed at me
and kicked me in the teeth.
`Thats`s how my nose got stolen.`
he whispered in my ear,
but I was not a`listening
fuzzed by pain and fear.
`There`s a lesson in your servitude`
he said kissing my hand,
but I just a`walked away
as best as I could can.
If there`s a moral to this story
my erudite eyed friend,
it`s be careful of a`where you go
and of whom you show your hand.
This poem was written/submitted by Craig.
0 TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom,—I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.
This poem was written/submitted by Oscar Wilde.
0 I STOOD by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray,
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;
And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:
“Alas!” I cried, “my life is full of pain,
And who can garner fruit or golden grain,
From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!”
My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw
Nathless I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw
The argent splendour of white limbs ascend,
And in that joy forgot my tortured past.
This poem was written/submitted by Oscar Wilde.
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