Vanderbilt Poems - Poems about Vanderbilt

...In the Twilight of Her Tears by Michael R. Burch, age 19 In the twilight of her tears I saw the shadows of the years that had taken with them all our joys and cares ... There in an ebbing ti......

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...At Night, A Response to the Vanderbilt Suicide, At Night, alone in my home, I am afraid, For in the dark, though God says fear not, I fear, For the horrors I have known in my mind, Though they......

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...As I cling to what matters, fare thee well, spoken as I drown in the hereafter; and I’ll see you on the flip side of hell. Tickets for this dreamy ship sought after… By sea, everything for the ......

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...I have been reading Soul of America, Battle for Better Angels lately. What I like best about it is the descriptions of successful Presidents. Book is by Don Meacham who is an Episcopalian f......

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...If your apartment or your house Could use a slight expansion, May I suggest, instead, that you Just build yourself a mansion. Today I've toured a couple, Both in Hudson River towns. With prop......

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...I fled from the clutch of boss To stay clear of drop-dead day My head was buzzy, eyes fuzzy As if stepped on a big stingray. They call me an angry ghost A poltergeist of neighborhood They are......

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...IBM Town Dad whisked us away, Mom heavy with babe, Away from relative hands, Two year old's off to IBM lands. It was the machine of opportunity. A place with technical commotion. My Dad lo......

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...Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt raised you as a monument to his empire, and why shouldn’t he. From humble beginnings his art was monopoly. He understood the art in craft, it seems, for grand i......

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...Home, James By Elton Camp The usual hallmark of the one percent Is that by chauffeured limo they went If Astor, Rockefeller or Vanderbilt You knew they were loaded to the hilt When they......

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...spawned in the summer of 1853 these sliced succulent deep fried wonders resulted from the demands of a complaining customer whose ******** led our man, a one, mr. george crum to do his best to......

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...The Student As I strolled upon the green and take in the breathtaking view of the front lawn the onrush of winter geese take on the horizon, waking me to my senses. The silent roar of t......

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...History’s unpopular these days, No one cares where Blues shot Greys, Or where the tons of cannonballs were kept. Union marker stands aloof, alone, Monument of bronze and chisled stone, And stude......

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...The passage was dark and damp over a month locked inside a cell under the sea somewhere but when Father Jones planted his feet back on solid ground and saw the Statue of Liberty rising like a gree......

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