Lincoln Poems - Poems about Lincoln

It was gloomy today i never knew why but it always seems that way in a big city the south side all lined with beautiful homes all the same sizes and shapes somehow the sun just doesn't seem to make it off the ground here while the west side has some quaint sparks of sun and the east side...

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A man from Connecticut found His legs would not reach to the ground. “I wish I was shorter,” He told a reporter, “To stop all this floating around.” ...

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No fear of threats from vicious Peter Gargano knights of kkk Threatening my life for attending that 1969 Civil rights field trip my father Civil rights advocates political leaders gather as we awaited the trial way buses to board my first grade class was the only class honoured to attend because excellent grades and we were...

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My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert theater the museum of science and industry the museum of natural arts Du Sable museum finally the freedom riders arrived several trailway buses to take my first grade class to...

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God's Thumb ocean views Amazing food truck cuisine Lincoln City fun...

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Looking out for a reputation in vogue Very sanctimonious Well you're the queen of making it obvious She'll walk away hastily with her head down But it's never long enough to pull out her phone, and answer a text And the tail fails between the legs, The hunted becomes the hunter With an intrepid headline loaded in the...

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'Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines...

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I wasn't going to say anything in that leafy Lincoln street when you caught me pondering my life and the many ways to die but there was something about the hour that curled like a python as rain soaked down to soft pale skin puddles gorging like cancer screaming our heads off hand in hand seemed the better option...

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Down in hell, that stronghold of sin. strange things stir, but let me begin. I'll get to the point. Some details I'll skimp. I tell the tale of a mischievous imp. Of two imps in fact, to be more precise. If trouble occurs, it may occur twice. If on earth bawling kids cause a terrible mess, why should imps in Pandemonium do...

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Lincoln unchained slavery and saved The Union. Let us not disunify at this point in history. The devil’s, hard at work, trying to spread hate - his boiling hot butter on bread. E V E R Y O N E can vote. God bless America. 11/7/2022...

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From the miles of flatness and the fens Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands Everyone can see this floodlit site When the moon is out and there is night. I saw it through the window as I turned It’ struck me down with beauty never learnt. As I lay surprised upon the stair I absorbed the beauty I saw there...

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The Lincoln road nearby Walking the hills, near silence and illness No masks, though winter is coming Deadlocks, people forgetting vaccines Even the smartest wander about Stores and movies, dinners and coffees Cars, buses and planes Sidewalks and streets Winter is coming The Lincoln memorial stands nearby And Lincoln's statue stands in the cold Character and force A vaccinated friend suffers after 3 shots Yet...

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Boo Hoo Lincoln Miracle Man 7-4-2022 Today Lincoln Riley might be missing O.U., for the ship he jumped to is going big time too. His wish was to be a big fish in a small tank, but in the big 10 he’ll walk the gang plank. He showed his true character in the way he left, taking players and coaches was...

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Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly tired. The...

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Saints, gargoyles, Kings, and imps, mix, match and mingle. The beatific and the ogres hang over slate roofs like drunks at closing-time. The stone-masons were subversives, they must have drank on the job, yet Remigius de Fécamp, Bishop Alexander, and St Hugh of Lincoln all signed off on this unholy riot. Fire and earthquakes only encouraged more irreverent flamboyancy. Gradually `Mary Mother' took over the house sweeping granite...

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