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 Kick Under The Table
After a man has been married awhile,And his wife has grown used to his mannerAnd style,When she knows form the twinkle that lightsUp his eyeThe..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Life's Slacker
The saddest sort of death to dieWould be to quit the game called lifeAnd know, beneath the gentle sky,You'd lived a slacker in the strife.That..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Bear Story
There was a bear — his name was Jim,An' children weren't askeered of him,An' he lived in a cave, where heWas confortubbul as could be,An' in that..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Yesterday
I've trod the links with many a man,And played him club for club;'Tis scarce a year since I beganAnd I am still a dub.But this I've noticed as we..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Show Me!
I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.The eye's a better pupil and more..
© Edgar Albert Guest
He Who Serves
He has not served who gathers gold,Nor has he served, whose life is toldIn selfish battles he has won,Or deeds of skill that he has done;But he has..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Breach Of Friendship
‘TIS friendship's test to guard the nameOf him you love from all attack,As you are to his face, the sameTo be when you're behind his back.Now good..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Fatherhood
How's the little chap to knowJust the proper roads to goIf you never travel with himWhile he's little, hand in hand?How's he ever going to learnJust..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Little Orphan
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:Poor little orphan boy of five..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Myself
I have to live with myself and soI want to be fit for myself to know.I want to be able as days go by,always to look myself straight in the eye;I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Baby's Love
A BABY is the best to love,She always smiles when you draw near,Though ugly you may be of face,No handsomer may interfereAnd win her heart away from..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy And His Dad
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-There is a glorious fellowship!Father and son and the open sky,And the white clouds lazily drifting by,And the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Father
My father knows the proper wayThe nation should be run;He tells us children every dayJust what should now be done.He knows the way to fix the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Father's Prayer
Lord, make me tolerant and wise;Incline my ears to hear him through;Let him not stand with downcast eyes,Fearing to trust me and be true.Instruct me..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Thanksgiving
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that theyAre growin' more..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Bachelor's Soliloquy
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe bills and house rent of a wedded fortune,Or to say "nit"..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Friend
A friend is one who stands to shareYour every touch of grief and care.He comes by chance, but stays by choice;Your praises he is quick to voice.No..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Toast To The Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's timeThey've always been the same;Whenever anything goes wrong,The woman is to blame.From early morn to late at..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hard Luck
Ain't no use as I can seeIn sittin' underneath a treeAn' growlin' that your luck is bad,An' that your life is extry sad;Your life ain't sadder than..
© Edgar Albert Guest
On Quitting
How much grit do you think you've got?Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,And where'er you go it is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
See It Through
When you're up against a trouble,Meet it squarely, face to face;Lift your chin and set your shoulders,Plant your feet and take a brace.When it's vain..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Grackle
The grackle's voice is less than mellow,His heart is black, his eye is yellow,He bullies more attractive birdsWith hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,And..
© Ogden Nash
Summer Serenade
When the thunder stalks the sky,When tickle-footed walks the fly,When shirt is wet and throat is dry,Look, my darling, thats July.Through the grassy..
© Ogden Nash
Reprise
Geniuses of countless nationsHave told their love for generationsTill all their memorable phrasesAre common as goldenrod or daisies.Their girls have..
© Ogden Nash