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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...within the Barren Land.
From Koyokuk to Kuskoquim his fame was everywhere;
And he did love, all life above, that little Julie Claire,
The lithe, white slave-girl he had bought for seven hundred skins,
And taken to his wickiup to make his moccasins.

We crawled down to the river bank and feeble folk were we,
That Julie Claire from God-knows-where, and Barb-wire Bill and me.
From shore to shore we heard the roar the heaving ice-floes make,
And loud we laughed, and launched our ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William



...oys and Jim was once

My mate but I didn’t like his manners much,

He’d gozzle on the wall and wee behind wagons.

When Julie saw his cock he laughed and winked,

“So what?” he said, aged ten, and hefted it,

“Where’s your’s?”



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His father liked a drink and every night

His mam and him went off down Hunslet Road

And left their six the key and came back

Singing late. Their dad once went off on his

Own but never came back: his hidden ulcer

Haemorrhaged and he spewed ...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...reeling,
her brown eyes 
beseeching. Then she
was tenderly lifted,
laid on a table,
praised, petted 
and set free.


 -Julie Alger...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...Oh Julie Claire was very fair,
Yet generous as well,
And many a lad of metal had
A saucy tale to tell
Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees
Or hugging in the hay . . .
Of love her share had Julie Claire
When life was lush and gay.

And then the village wealth to pillage
Came the Teuton horde;
The haughty Huns with mighty guns
And clattering of sword.
And Julie Cl...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...yed too loud,
the rank smell of stale coffee 
yet still glow
with the inner fire of an opal,
still taste like honey.

 -Julie Alger...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill



...I walk home at August moonrise
past a bright window.

Inside the room
an old woman sees the full moon
and turns off the lamp.

Afterimage shines in my eye:
pale face, snowy hair.

Moonlight streams over the dark house
like cool milk.
When the lamp is out, is the woman
still standing there alone?

In memory, her upraised hand glows;
in the ho...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...The new war is a week old.
Bombs fall on Baghdad,
missiles on Tel Aviv.
The voice on the radio says
the armament dealers of Europe
are hopeful that a longer war
will be good for business.
They say, as fighting continues
there will be wear and tear
on matériel. Spare parts
must be manufactured,
as well as replacements
for equipment blown apart,
...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...(For Maia and Julie) 

Drifting night in the Georgia pines, 
coonskin drum and jubilee banjo. 
Pretty Malinda, dance with me. 

Night is juba, night is congo. 
Pretty Malinda, dance with me. 

Night is an African juju man 
weaving a wish and a weariness together 
to make two wings. 

O fly away home fly away 

Do you remember Africa? 

O cleave the air fly away home 

My ...Read more of this...
by Hayden, Robert
...nishing touch, 
and no guest cried Ah! how well
the recipe turned out - 
until this millennium, today, 
at my table. 
 -Julie Alger...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...nd miles away, because 
if I can only save enough money 

 I can go back there any time
and stay as long as I want. 

 -Julie Alger...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...All the babies born that Tuesday,
full of grace, went home by Thursday
except for one, my tiny girl
who rushed toward light too soon.

All the Tuesday mothers wheeled
down the corridor in glory,
their arms replete with warm baby;
I carried a potted plant.

I came back the next day and the next,
a visitor with heavy breasts,
to sit and rock the l...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry