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 Chip On Your Shoulder

You'll learn when you're older, that chip on your shoulderWhich you dare other boys to upsetAnd stand up and fight for, and struggle and smite..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Time For Deeds

We have boasted our courage in moments of ease,Our star-spangled banner we've flung on the breeze;We have taught men to cheer for its beauty and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Boy Soldier

Each evening on my lap there climbsA little boy of three,And with his dimpled, chubby fistsHe pounds me shamefully.He gives my beard a vicious tug,He..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Little Army

Little women, little men,Childhood never comes again.Live it gaily while you may;Give your baby souls to play;March to sound of stick and pan,In your..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Little Velvet Suit

Last night I got to thinkin' of the pleasant long ago,When I still had on knee breeches, an' I wore a flowing bow,An' my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Family's Homely Man

There never was a family without its homely man,With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan,An' a shock of hair that brush an' comb can't ever..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Little Old Man

The little old man with the curve in his backAnd the eyes that are dim and the skin that is slack,So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on his..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Land

My land is where the kind folks are,And where the friends are true,Where comrades brave will travel farSome kindly deed to do.My land is where the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Beauty Places

Here she walked and romped about,And here beneath this apple treeWhere all the grass is trampled outThe swing she loved so used to be.This path is..

© Edgar Albert Guest

To The Lady In The Electric

Lady in the show case carriage,Do not think that I'm a bear;Not for worlds would I disparageOne so gracious and so fair;Do not think that I am blind..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Autumn At The Orchard

The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake,An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' shake.Now the gorgeous tints of autumn are..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Boy And The Flag

I want my boy to love his home,His Mother, yes, and me:I want him, wheresoe'er he'll roam,With us in thought to be.I want him to love what is..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Pathway Of The Living

The pathway of the living is our ever-present care.Let us do our best to smooth it and to make it bright and fair;Let us travel it with kindness..

© Edgar Albert Guest

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

The Flag On The Farm

We've raised a flagpole on the farmAnd flung Old Glory to the sky,And it's another touch of charmThat seems to cheer the passer-by,But more than..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Bribed

I know that what I did was wrong;I should have sent you far away.You tempted me, and I'm not strong;I tried but couldn't answer nay.I should have..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Expectation

Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,Are always expecting too much out of life.They wail an' they fretJust because they don't getThe..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Real Singing

You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears;But there isn't any music that such..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Roses

When God first viewed the rose He'd madeHe smiled, and thought it passing fair;Upon the bloom His hands He laid,And gently blessed each petal..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Division

You cannot gather every rose,Nor every pleasure claim,Nor bask in every breeze that blows,Nor play in every game.No millionaire could ever ownThe..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Neighborly Man

Some are eager to be famous, some are strivingto be great,Some are toiling to be leaders of their nationor their state,And in every man's ambition..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Guessing Time

It's guessing time at our house; every evening after teaWe start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.Everyone of us holds secrets..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Ma And Her Checkbook

Ma has a dandy little book that's full of narrowslips,An' when she wants to pay a bill a page fromit she rips;She just writes in the dollars and the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The States

There is no star within the flagThat's brighter than its brothers,And when of Michigan I brag,I'm boasting of the others.Just which is which no man..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Under The Skin Of Men

Did you ever sit down and talk with menIn a serious sort of a way,On their views of life and ponder thenOn all that they have to say?If not, you..

© Edgar Albert Guest