Best Famous Takers Poems
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Written by
Czeslaw Milosz |
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
Was too busy visiting sea after sea.
We did not succeed in interesting the animals.
Dogs, disappointed, expected an order,
A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep.
A person seemingly very close
Did not care to hear of things long past.
Conversations with friends over vodka or coffee
Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom.
It would be humiliating to pay by the hour
A man with a diploma, just for listening.
Churches. Perhaps churches. But to confess there what?
That we used to see ourselves as handsome and noble
Yet later in our place an ugly toad
Half-opens its thick eyelid
And one sees clearly: "That's me."
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Written by
Philip Larkin |
Walking around in the park
Should feel better than work:
The lake, the sunshine,
The grass to lie on,
Blurred playground noises
Beyond black-stockinged nurses -
Not a bad place to be.
Yet it doesn't suit me.
Being one of the men
You meet of an afternoon:
Palsied old step-takers,
Hare-eyed clerks with the jitters,
Waxed-fleshed out-patients
Still vague from accidents,
And characters in long coats
Deep in the litter-baskets -
All dodging the toad work
By being stupid or weak.
Think of being them!
Hearing the hours chime,
Watching the bread delivered,
The sun by clouds covered,
The children going home;
Think of being them,
Turning over their failures
By some bed of lobelias,
Nowhere to go but indoors,
Nor friends but empty chairs -
No, give me my in-tray,
My loaf-haired secretary,
My shall-I-keep-the-call-in-Sir:
What else can I answer,
When the lights come on at four
At the end of another year?
Give me your arm, old toad;
Help me down Cemetery Road.
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Written by
Barry Tebb |
Poems do not always satisfy the soul,
The feel of cobbles underfoot is at this moment more
Than all of Shakespeare’s sonnets, the unending vistas
Of the moor, an infinity of purity that excels even Mallarm?.
I sit on the cracked steps to the church, sipping tea
With my eye on the Black Bull where Bramwell worshipped
Until a mobile phone playing ‘The Bluebells of Scotland’
Disturbs my reverie and I notice the Big Issue seller
Can find no takers among the ernest camera-ready Japanese
And mid-life couple shuffling into tea rooms.
"We are here to please"
I long for the enduring love of a woman
Here is God’s glory-hole,
O, women, why are you all so angry?
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Written by
Rg Gregory |
i got nothing last year
and i expect nothing this
so i've got to find
if i'm to be rewarded
so all good people
you'd better learn to give
from the goodness of your heart
or at knife-point
i'm a taker by trade
takers is keepers
it won't hurt you to bleed
it's a good colour - red
give of your blood
you're not having mine
i'm the collector
santa looks after himself
your birthright - get lost
when i'm on my rounds
what i see i snaffle
that's today's lesson
give to santa - or
i'll cut your throat
that's today's christmas
the future looks good
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Written by
Carl Sandburg |
Among the shadows where two streets cross,
A woman lurks in the dark and waits
To move on when a policeman heaves in view.
Smiling a broken smile from a face
Painted over haggard bones and desperate eyes,
All night she offers passers-by what they will
Of her beauty wasted, body faded, claims gone,
And no takers.
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