Rhyme History Poems

I'd rather get a doctor,
Or feed a fellow me,
Than fund the murder of an Arab,
For an Israeli.

I'd rather school or health,
I'd rather pool than stealth,
To...

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In California, in the year nineteen thirty-nine,
at Culver City, a movie studio was fine.
Metro Goldwyn Mayer was the largest company.
They produced the best motion pictures...

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I've been fed a prune of life,
Spooned it silver, everlasting.
I spat it out to seek a knife,
To chop and cease it of forecasting. 

The birth...

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Did Robert Browning say it best when he
wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly.
Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. –
they ran amock in 1863.

I trust it’s...

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If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or...

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     Alexander the Great
     Julius Caesar
     Genghis Khan
     Napoleon...

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The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance...

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At times this may be hard to do but must be done
It may be easier to do after considering a fight won
When it comes to...

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Sit down, and let me tell you, son,
about the historic district, Kensington,
in the year eighteen-forty-four,
when the streets broke out in war. 

The Irish-Catholic were new arrivals,
impoverished,...

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It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to want whatever they see.
It is the way...

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Eyes abused once innocent
sparkle less than a yellow flame,
window swept of a beautiful scent,
Maps dusty appear and have bleed.
Some keys never fit a door's lock
and...

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Pharaoh Akhenaten liked his potbelly to show
He told the artists to draw him Rubenesque without woe
An Egyptian monarch with confidence back in the day
So, the...

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     a dangerous dive into pools of the past

        praying to hit bottom… 

...

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no matter where this scoundrel roamed

        this sweet, wee town was always home

     ...

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They stood like rhymes
on fencepost spines
with wisdom scrawled
in shaving thymes—
a roadside gospel,
terse and sweet
that preached with
meter, grit, and heat.

Rosemary likes
a clean-shaved man,
if wooing her
is in...

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