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Famous Billions Poems by Famous Poets

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by Wanek, Connie
The rain tastes like salt, and rises
in the streets like a ruinous tide.
We spoke of millions, of billions of years.
We talked and talked.

Then a drop of rain fell
into the sound hole of the guitar, another
onto the unmade bed. And after us,
the rain will cease or it will go on falling,
even upon itself....Read More

by Moore, Thomas
All quite in the family way.

My senators vote away millions,
To put in Prosperity's budget;
And though it were billions or trillions,
The generous rogues wouldn't grudge it.
'Tis all but a family hop,
'Twas Pitt began dancing the hay;
Hands round! -- why the deuce should we stop?
'Tis all in the family way.

My labourers used to eat mutton,
As any great man of the State does;
And now the poor devils are put on
Small rations of tea and potatoes.
But cheer...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles read the 
papers lately? they are going to construct
a marina here, one of the largest in the 
world, millions and billions of dollars, 
there is going to be a huge shopping
center, yachts and condominiums every-

"and to think," my woman says smiling, "that you've only
lived here for three years!"

"I still think," I say,
changing the subject,
"you ought to read Jeffers."...Read More

by Stojanovic, Dejan
 I wanted too, to be simple and precise 
Like the Sun, 
Like the Moon, 
Like the Earth
But the Earth was booked 
Billions of years in advance; 
Designed to meet all desires, 
All arrivals, all sunrises, all sunsets, 
All departures, 
So I will have to be a little bit late. 
...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...hell of it,
As in the face of Fate I spit
I know she doesn't mind a bit.

A thousand millions clot this earth,
And billions more await their birth -
For what? . . . Ye gods, enjoy your mirth!...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...te with grinding jaw and tightening anus 
not released the weeping scream of horror at robot Mayaguez 
World self ton billions metal grief unloaded 
Pnom Penh to Nakon Thanom, Santiago & Tehran. 
Fresh warm breeze in the window, day's release 
>from pain, cars float downside the bridge trestle 
and uncounted building-wall windows multiplied a mile 
deep into ash-delicate sky beguile 
my empty mind. A seagull passes alone wings 
spread silent over roofs. 
...Read More

by Ammons, A R
...a place:
currents worry themselves

coiled and free in airs 
and oceans: water picks 
up mineral shadow and

plasm into billions of 
designs, frames: trees, 
grains, bacteria: but

is love a reality we 
made here ourselves--
and grief--did we design

that--or do these, 
like currents, whine 
in and out among us merely

as we arrive and go:
this is just a place:
the reality we agree with,

that agrees with us, 
outbounding this, arrives 
to touch, joining with

us from far awa...Read More

by Stojanovic, Dejan myself 
While eating others to consume the abyss of energy 
But still, holding the whole galaxy in order 
Keeping billions of stars circling around me. 

I imagined I was God for a millisecond 
And became speechless for a long time.
...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...ed avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories, libraries, shows, courts,
 theatres, wonderful monuments. 

Are those billions of men really gone? 
Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone? 
Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves? 

I believe of all those billions of men and women that fill’d the unnamed lands, every
 exists this hour, here or elsewhere, invisible to us, in exact proportion to w...Read More

by Stojanovic, Dejan unusual desires 

What about psychology? 
There is no way to analyze the working of the brain machine, 
Working billions of cells, transmitters, and neutrons 

Flying, fighting, competing 
How do ideas come to life? 
That was another hard question. 

I was not able to find out anything about anything, 
Except that I was alive and felt alive and yet felt dead as well; 
I watched rain, fog, horses, birds, and trees, and I watched the blue; 

I really loved...Read More

by Whitman, Walt jolt, or the untruth of a single second; 
I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten billions of
Nor plann’d and built one thing after another, as an architect plans and builds a

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, 
Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, 
Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else. 

Is it wonderful that I should be immortal?...Read More

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