"wilcox" poems
On Christmas Day we wake up
We've no stocking on our bed
We've got a plastic kit box
taking up space there instead
You see, we aren't at home with you
Even though you wish we are
We're celebrating Christmas
Over here in Khandahar
A big Merry Christmas to friends and family
of Cpl. Mike Cannandale of St. Louis, Missouri, USA
We have our turkey dinner too
Stuffing, taters, pumpkin pie
We all sit here telling stories
And it's hard just not to cry
so, we do, because we're not back home
Having Christmas like you all
But, we're over here in Khandahar
Because we all answered the call
Merry Christmas to all friends and family of Liuetenant James Mc Caskill
of Great Grimsby, Lincolnshire, England
We have a snowman by our tent
He's made of plywood, painted white
Thank god, we made no snowballs up
We'd get splinters in a fight
We go to church and pray for peace
And wish we could go home
But, over here at Christmas time
There's just no where to roam
Merry Christmas to friends and family of
Captiain John Watson, PPCLI, in Greenwood, Nova Scotia, Canada
We made our videos last week
To send you our best wishes
We'd all love to be back with you
Washing up those Christmas dishes
For now, we are one family
Joined in heart, and soul and mind
Having a Christmas meal in Khandahar
The best meal of it's kind
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to friends
and family, of Marine Master Sgt. Tim Wilcox, Plano, Texas, USA
Next year we will be home with you
Having Christmas as we should
Praying for peace, hope and prosperity
And all things that are good
for now though, we are over here
missing you this Christmas Day
We just hope you're thinking of us
As we keep the foe at bay
Merry Christmas to all the friends, family, co-workers and supporters
of all the soldiers in War Zones everywhere, who can't be at home this Christmas
May they all get home safe.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.
And all through the riotous ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.
* * *
At times my lover would rage and storm.
I said: ‘No matter, his heart is warm.’
Whatever his humour, I loved his ways,
And so we lived though the golden days.
I know not the manner it came about,
But in the autumn we two fell out.
Yet this I know – ‘twas the fault of the Sea,
And was not my fault, that he changed to me.
* * *
I lingered as long as a woman may
To find what her lover will do or say.
But he met my smiles with a sullen frown,
And so I turned to the wooing Town.
Oh, bold was this suitor, and blithe as bold!
His look was as bright as the Sea’s was cold.
As the Sea was sullen, the Town was gay;
He made me forget for a winter day.
For a winter day and a winter night
He laughed my sorrow away from sight.
And yet, in spite of his mirth and cheer,
I knew full well he was insincere.
And when the young buds burst on the tree,
The old love woke in my heart for the Sea.
Pride was forgotten – I knew, I knew,
That the soul of the Sea, like my own, was true.
I heard him calling, and lo! I came,
To find him waiting, for ever the same.
And when he saw me, with murmurs sweet
He ran to meet me, and fell at my feet.
And so again ‘neath the summer sky
We have plighted our troth, the Sea and I.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
I told you the winter would go, love,
I told you the winter would go,
That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,
And you smiled when I told you so.
You said the blustering fellow
Would never yield to a breeze,
That his cold, icy breath had frozen to death
The flowers, the birds, and trees.
And I told you the snow would melt, love,
In the passionate glance o' the sun;
And the leaves o' the trees, and the flowers and bees,
Would come back again, one by one.
That the great, gray clouds would vanish,
And the sky turn tender and blue;
And the sweet birds would sing, and talk of the spring
And, love, it has all come true.
I told you that sorrow would fade, love,
And you would forget half your pain;
That the sweet bird of song would waken ere long,
And sing in your ***** again;
That hope would creep out of the shadows,
And back to its nest in your heart,
And gladness would come, and find its old home,
And that sorrow at length would depart.
I told you that grief seldom killed, love,
Though the heart might seem dead for awhile.
But the world is so bright, and full of warm light
That 'twould waken at length, in its smile.
Ah, love! was I not a true prophet?
There's a sweet happy smile on your face;
Your sadness has flown - the snow-drift is gone,
And the buttercups bloom in its place.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
Neither table nor tide has turned.
The worm sits still.
Perhaps autumn will wane forever.
Fate has an ace up her sleeve, I'm sure,
since she's a cheating *****
who won't show her cards
even on the big blinds.
On these long, cold nights
the breath of the devil
Smells like coal-fired power and retail transactions.
Click here for free expedited shipping
if you're willing to breath the diesel fumes
pouring out of the Wilcox Tunnel
like cordite discharge from a gun barrel.
**** it.
I still love ice cold Coca Cola Classic
with its pretty can as red as
the blood of Christ.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder but love grows stronger,
For those who walk with us day by day.
The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower,
The courage is lesser to do and dare;
And the tide of joy in the heart runs lower
And seldom covers the reefs of care.
But all true things in the world seem truer,
And the better things of the earth seem best,
And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,
And love is all as our sun dips west.
Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,
And let us speak softly, in love's sweet tone;
For no man knows on the morrow whether
We two pass on--or but one alone!
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Millenia a moment
wishes on all the starfish in the ocean
wouldn't make Wilcox happy in love
Indivisible divisions
infinite wisdom where math and science
will never meet God
Did science create a universe or simply define it?
Where beginning meets end in pinpoints of minutia
that by definition and design will never actually meet
Cradle me in your arms for nanoseconds
each holding an eternity
If only time could be held by more than mere memory
Maybe, everything until the now that is never the now
can touch a moment
that can never be broken into its smallest parts
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Time grew old and as did we,
Our love grew stronger as we grew weak.
Hand in Hand , forever we stayed,
Oh how oh how I miss those days.
But now your gone,
There is nothing I can do.
Oh how I miss your sweet sugared laugh,
Your warm welcoming scent.
I pray to you - look down on me,
As I take my last breath.
I want to be with you,
There is only one way.
Our lives together,
Through night and day.
We have time, now that I have left
I pray for us - as I draw my last breath.
Gaby Wilcox , 15
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
God Took 7 Angels In 2011-2013
He Took Clarence, and Betty Holley,
Tracey O'Donnell,
Angel Cooper,
Edward Johnson,
Wayne Houseweart S.R
Nellie Wilcox.
He Took These Angels To
A Machine Where They Will Live
Peacefully.
These People Were All Loved Dearly, And Will Be Missed.
Rest In Peace Little Angels.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
He is my light
Oh sorry
Was my light
The light that guided me in my darkest moments
Ever since he died
I have been veering off away from my path
Veering away from loved ones
Changing my self to cope with pain
Veering away from friends
Locking my door
Not drinking or eating
Hoping those nights
Were my last
Sulking in my bed alone
While my fears surround me
Ignoring the pain
But when I cry
It all comes out
The memories come flushing in
Like hurricane Katrina
But faster and more violent
Since Richard is gone,
I am all alone
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Love lights more fires
than hate extinguishes.
~~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox ~~
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Don't feel ashamed.
Don't feel guilty for the pain.
Sometimes you build your hopes up,
And they fall back down again.
The time we had was magic,
Your love was not in vain.
Falling down's as common as the rain
-David Wilcox
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep, and you weep alone."
Its the sad old end for many with friends
Who's hearts are cold as stone.
"Sing, and the hills will answer
Sigh, it is lost on the air."
Grim words expressed by maiden distressed
And spurned while voicing care.
"Rejoice, and men will seek you"
Grieve, and they turn and go?
It shouts full measure the painful displeasure
Of a heart immersed in woe.
We can be glad for the lessons,
The pain that rhyme unveils.
Be careful to choose but a loyal few
To lean on when hardship rails.
"Feast, and the halls are crowded"
Fast, let the world go by.
Comfort is real and gladly we feel
The touch of a friend when we cry.
We can dance in the halls of pleasure
With guests in a casual vain,
But nature demands, strong, trustworthy hands
In the narrow aisles of pain.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
why are the best poems always about death
Blake, Thoreau, Poe, Dickinson, Wilcox, Frye
maybe it's a comfort knowing what to expect
I'll tell you what it was like for me to die
it is THE most:
terrifying
emotional
eye opening
and awful experience
I've ever lived through
you just sit there
there's nothing you can do
except try and fight it
but that never works
you feel yourself slip a bit
your eyes feel like they're about to burst
tears are now flying
you resign yourself to dying
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC