#AmericanWriters
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks