Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
A Royal Cracksman
When the housebreaking business is slackAnd cracksmen are finding it slowFor all the sea-siders are backAnd a great many more didn't goHere's..
© Jessie Pope
April Antidotes
In the nonage of the year,When anemones appear,And the buffets of the breeze are soft as silk,When each sparrow spars and heckles,I begin to think of..
© Jessie Pope
An Overlord
Here's a prominent personI must write a verse onHis ways are so strictly impartial,His power is great,His word carries weightIn matters domestic and..
© Jessie Pope
The K A Boys
Dr-rud dr-rud dr-rud dr-rudKitchener's Army on the marchThrough Marylebone and Marble Arch,Men in motley, so to speak,Been in training about a..
© Jessie Pope
De Wet
Foe and friend and foe again,Turning coat and turning yet,That's a feat you don't disdain,De Wet.England's easy, England's kind,Quick to pardon and..
© Jessie Pope
An Anzac Poem
Why do we cheer those brown-faced boys with pride,Why do dense crowds press round on every side,Why do we throw them flowers, our hearts..
© Jessie Pope
Silent Camp
In heaven, a pale uncertain star,Through sullen vapour peeps,On earth, extended wide and far,In all the symmetry of war,A weary army sleeps.The..
© Jessie Pope
Another Pair Of Sleeves
Time was, not very long ago,When Mabel's walking skirtTrailed half a yard behind to showHow well she swept the dirt.But 'short and sweet' are in..
© Jessie Pope
Captain Von Muller
A Skipper of mark was Von Muller,The humorous naval leg-puller.With ubiquitous easeHe raided the seasAnd his bag became fuller and fuller.Though now..
© Jessie Pope
Little And Good
Young Thompson was a bit too short,But hard as nails and level-headed,And in his soul the proper sortOf dogged pluck was deeply bedded ;To join the..
© Jessie Pope
Comrades In Arms-Lets
Not theirs the popular uniformThat takes the feminine heart by storm,And wins soft glances, shy or warm,The perquisites of pluck.But theirs the..
© Jessie Pope
The Knitting Song
SOLDIER lad, on the sodden ground,Sailor lad on the seas,Can't you hear a little clicketty soundStealing across on the breeze?It's the..
© Jessie Pope
Lights Out
Darkness expectant, discreetOnly a lamp here and there,Gloom in the clattering street,Stygian black in the square;Dazzling fascias and..
© Jessie Pope
Socks
Shining pins that dart and clickIn the fireside’s sheltered peaceCheck the thoughts the cluster thick -20 plain and then decrease.He was brave –..
© Jessie Pope
Socks
Shining pins that dart and clickIn the fireside’s sheltered peaceCheck the thoughts the cluster thick -20 plain and then decrease.He was brave –..
© Jessie Pope
An Anzac Cap
It hangs on the wall, a trifle battered,The wire is warped and the lining tattered.And the leather inside shows speakingly howIt’s been wet with the..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
Anzac
We know that you’re sportsmen, with reason,At footer and cricket you’re crack;I haven’t forgotten the seasonWhen we curled up before the “All..
© Jessie Pope
The Call
Who's for the trench-Are you, my laddie?Who'll follow French-Will you, my laddie?Who's fretting to begin,Who's going out to win?And who wants to save..
© Jessie Pope
A Cossack Charge
Cossacks they're coming!The eager hoofs are drumming,On glinting steel the autumn sunlight glances.The distant mass draws nearer,The surging line..
© Jessie Pope
“bobs”
The call came in the stormy night,Beneath a stranger's sky.The soldier of a life-long fight,Still fighting, went to die.His country's honour was his..
© Jessie Pope
A Sing-Song
I. THE COMMANDTo his crack army corps, 'twas the Kaiser who spoke :By Bavarians bold must the British be broke.'Tis the hope of my heart they may..
© Jessie Pope
A Vain Appeal
[From Edwin]Now, Angelina, put it down.Let me entreat you not to smoke it;You dread your Edwin's lightest frown,Or so you say well, don't provoke..
© Jessie Pope