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 Real Bait
To gentle ways I am inclined;I have no wish to kill.To creatures dumb I would be kind;I like them all, but stillRight now I think I'd like to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Pa Did It!
The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow.They used to run around a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The First Steps
Last night I held my arms to youAnd you held yours to mineAnd started out to march to meAs any soldier fine.You lifted up your little feetAnd..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Promotion
Promotion comes to him who sticksUnto his work and never kicks,Who watches neither clock nor sunTo tell him when his task is done;Who toils not by a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Bumps And Bruises Doctor
I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;I'm the expert that they seekWhen their rough and tumble playingLeaves a scar on leg or cheek.I'm the rapid, certain..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fishing Cure
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soulLike a day on a stream,Back on the banks of the old fishing holeWhere a fellow can dream.There's..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The June Couple
She is fair to see and sweet,Dainty from her head to feet,Modest, as her blushing shows,Happy, as her smiles disclose,And the young man at her..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Sulkers
The world's too busy now to pauseTo listen to a whiner's cause;It has no time to stop and petThe sulker in a peevish fret,Who wails he'll neither..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Story Telling
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Dull Road
It's the dull road that leads to the gay road;The practice that leads to success;The work road that leads to the play road;It is trouble that breeds..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Living Beauties
I never knew, until they went,How much their laughter really meantI never knew how much the placeDepended on each little face;How barren home could..
© Edgar Albert Guest
At Sugar Camp
At Sugar Camp the cook is kindAnd laughs the laugh we knew as boys;And there we slip away and findAwaiting us the old-time joys.The catbird calls the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Man Who Couldn'T Save
He spent what he made, or he gave it away,Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account time an' again,Got a hundred or so for a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Epicure
I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine,His silverware I've handled.I've placed these battered legs of mine'Neath tables gayly candled.I dine on rare..
© Edgar Albert Guest
It Isn'T Costly
Does the grouch get richer quicker than the friendly sort of man?Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful fellow can?Is the mean and churlish..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Purpose
Not for the sake of the gold,Not for the sake of the fame,Not for the prize would I holdAny ambition or aim:I would be brave and be trueJust for the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Boy Enlists
His mother's eyes are saddened, and her cheeksare stained with tears,And I'm facing now the struggle that I'vedreaded through the years;For the boy..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Exempt
They have said you needn't go to the front to face the foe;They have left you with your women and your children safe at home;They have spared you..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Roses And Sunshine
Rough is the road I am journeying now,Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;But I'm humming a song, as I wander along,And I smile at the roses that nod..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rebellion
'My Crown Prince was fine and fair,' a sorrowfulfather said,'But he marched away with his regiment andthey tell me that he's dead!'We all must go,'..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Mother Faith
Little mother, life's adventure calls your boy away,Yet he will return to you on some brighter day;Dry your tears and cease to sigh, keep your mother..
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's September
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;Now the garden's at..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Patriotic Wish
I'd like to be the sort of manthe flag could boast about;I'd like to be the sort of manit cannot live without;I'd like to be the type of manThat..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rich
Who has a troop of romping youthAbout his parlour floor,Who nightly hears a round of cheers,When he is at the door,Who is attacked on every sideBy..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Boy That Was
When the hair about the temples starts to showthe signs of gray,And a fellow realizes that he's wandering farawayFrom the pleasures of his boyhood..
© Edgar Albert Guest