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").
Answering Age
AGE is calling to me, with his finger long and grim,It is urging me to wander down the dreary lanes with him,It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Golf Luck
As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money;I shall always be a member of the dubs;There are times my style is positively funny;I am awkward in my..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Cut-Down Trousers
When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed them at the knee;They fitted rather..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lullaby
The golden dreamboat's ready, all her silken sails are spread,And the breeze is gently blowing to the fairy port of Bed,And the fairy's captain's..
© Edgar Albert Guest
True
The shoemaker sticks to his last and he's right;By divorce, though, we wouldn't be cursed,If everyone else in this great world of oursWould be..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Similar
A warship and a woman's hatAre just alike, I state,They 're big and ugly, cost a heap,And soon get out date.
© Edgar Albert Guest
Memorial Day
The finest tribute we can payUnto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,In memory of the blood they shed;It is to stand beside..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Getting Her A Valentine
"GIVE me the prettiest valentineYou've got in the shop,' said he,'One with the tenderest sort o' line,In type that her eyes can see.One that she..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Jimmy
I NEVER knew him, for he never grewUp as so many strong little ones do;Just a year on the earth with his mother, and thenGod came and took Jimmy to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Two Viewpoints
OUT in the open, the wide sky above,And the green meadows stretched at my feet;Out in the open, midst scenes that I love,Where the rest hour is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
They'Re Coming Back
THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,They 're coming back once more,And mother's smiles begin to playThe way they did beforeThe youngsters went..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Mother Natur
GOOD, kindly Mother Nature playsNo favorites, but smiles for allWho care to tread her pleasant waysAnd listen to the song birds' call.The tulips and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Joys Of Home
Curling smoke from a chimney low,And only a few more steps to go,Faces pressed at a window paneWatching for someone to come again,And I am the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Tragedy Of Age
I HEARD an old man say today:'A young man gives me orders now,'A beardless youth gets better payAnd tells me what to do and how;While I have toiled..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Best Way To Read A Book
Best way to read a book I knowIs get a lad of six or so,And curl him up upon my kneeDeep in a big arm chair, where weCan catch the warmth of blazing..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Wait Till Your Pa Comes Home
'Wait till your Pa comes home!' Oh, dear!What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.Yet never a boy of three or fourBut has heard it a thousand times..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rather Stay Home
NEVER so happy as when I 'm at home,I 'm not so anxious to wander or roam;Rather sit down with the folks who love me,With somebody's youngster..
© Edgar Albert Guest
There Will Always Be Something To Do
There will always be something to do, my boy;There will always be wrongs to right;There will always be need for a manly breedAnd men unafraid to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fun Of Forgiving
Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear when I get home that they've been bad;And though I try to look severe, within my heart I'm really gladWhen mother..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Deeds Of Anger
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear aroundAn' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;I'd do things I was ashamed of when..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Things You Can'T Forget
They ain't much, seen from day to day-The big elm tree across the way,The church spire, an' the meetin' placeLit up by many a friendly face.You pass..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gossip
A FELLOW can't help hearingHateful things about another,But a fellow can be carefulNot to tell them to his brother.Sit and listen, if you want..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Plugger
He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,There's nothing very flashy in his style;He has to dig and labor for the things he wants to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To A Kindly Critic
If it's wrong to believe in the land that we loveAnd to pray for Our Flag to the good God above;If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Glory Of Age
'What is the glory of age?' I said,'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends?When you've reached the day that you look aheadAnd see the place where..
© Edgar Albert Guest