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").
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
A Humble Appeal
She was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,The children's pet, the master's pride and care,Until a man in khaki came one day,Looked at her teeth, and..
© Jessie Pope
The Blackest Lie
Big bully Belgium,Breathing blood and flame,Crafty as a serpentIn a cunning game,Sent a note to England,Sent a note to France,'Let us crush the..
© Jessie Pope
Play The Game
Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shortsKicking a ball along,Set in a square of leather-lunged sportsTwenty-two thousand strong,Some of them..
© Jessie Pope
No!
By bridge and battery, town and trench,They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;Not one, from Tommy to General French,Is down upon his luck.There are..
© Jessie Pope
Who's For The Game?
Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,The red crashing game of a fight?Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?And who thinks he’d rather sit..
© Jessie Pope
Emptiness
I've learned mine can't be filled,only alchemized. Many timesit's become a paragraph or a page.But usually I've hidden it,not knowing until too..
© Spike Milligan
A Combustible Woman From Thang
A combustible woman from ThangExploded one day with a BANG!The maid then rushed inAnd said with a grin,'Pardon me, madam - you rang?'
© Spike Milligan
Scorflufus
There are many diseases,That strike people's kneeses,Scorflufus! is one by nameIt comes from the EastPacked in bladders of yeastSo the Chinese must..
© Spike Milligan
Standing Room Only
This population explosionSaid Peter to St. PaulIs really getting far too muchJust look at the crowd in the hall.Even here, in HeavenThere isn't any..
© Spike Milligan
Soldier Freddy
Soldier Freddywas never ready,But! Soldier Neddy,unlike FreddyWas always readyand steady,That's why,When Soldier..
© Spike Milligan
Orstralia
Orstralia – OrstraliaWe think of you each dayOrstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake..
© Spike Milligan