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").

His Dog

Pete bristles when the doorbell rings.Last night he didn't act the same.Dogs have a way of knowin' things,An' when the dreaded cable came,He looked..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The March O' Man

Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Word!

You can tyke h'it from me, 'e's as cool as a cucumber,Never goes balmy h'or loses 'is 'ead,Nothing h'at all h'ever robs 'im of slumber;Once when I..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Summer Girl

The Summer girlIn peek-a-boosAnd open hoseAnd narrow shoes,Now trips alongThe sandy beach,While each man mutters:'She's a peach.'And now she meetsA..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Cost Of Praise

THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair;Said he, ' I read your..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Winds Of The Morning

WINDS of the morning, whisper low,Lingered you in the valley whereSleeps my love of the Long Ago,Under the pale green grasses there?Tell me, winds of..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Nothing Unusual

They lived together thirty years,I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe;They shared each other's hopes and fears —She still his sweetheart, he..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Killing Place

We're hiking along at a two-forty paceWe 're making life seem like a man-killing race,With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly setWe go..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Painter

When my hair is thin and silvered, an' my time of toil is through,When I've many years behind me, an' ahead of me a few,I shall want to sit, I..

© Edgar Albert Guest

You And Your Body

WHOM is your boy going to for advice?Tough Johnny Jones at the end of the street,Rough Billy Green or untaught Jimmy Price?Who is now guiding his..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When The Minister Calls

When The Minister CallsMy Paw says that it used to be,Whenever the minister came for tea,'At they sat up straight in their chairs at nightAn' put all..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Proud Pa

I'SPOSE the big head bendin' over my cribIs my Pa.I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glibIs my Pa.I've not been here long—my days are but..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Lucky Man

Luck had a favor to bestowAnd wondered where to let it go.'No lazy man on earth,' said she,'Shall get this happy gift from me.'I will not pass it to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Real Help

If you can smooth his path a bit,Bring laughter to his worried face,Restore today his stock of gritAnd help him all his troubles chase.If you can..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Choir At Pixley

The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles,But today if I could hear it I would walk a hundred miles;There warn't a singer in it..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Good Friday

O, SAD and solemn holy day,O, bitterest of bitter hours!Behold He staggers on His wayBeneath the cross that saps His powers.O, see, they goad Him..

© Edgar Albert Guest

If I Had Youth

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;I'd answer every challenge to my will.And though the silent mountains should defy me,I'd try to make them..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Peevish Man

When he has suffered honest woe,I do not mind the man who grieves,But I hate him who stubs his toeAnd straightway gets a case of ' peeves.'

© Edgar Albert Guest

Fishin'-Hunger

BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too,An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day;Ain't a-takin' any int'rest in de things I has t'..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Dreaming

JUST now I thinkI 'd like to beAt the river's brinkBeneath a tree,And stretched out flatOn the cooling grass, Just gazing atThe clouds that passLike..

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Aunty

I'm sorry for a feller if he hasn't any aunt,To let him eat and do the things his mother says he can't.An aunt to come a visitin' or one to go and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Lilacs

I ALWAYS think of mother, whenThe lilac tree's in bloom,It seems her soul comes back againUpon its sweet perfume.And every opal spire that swaysOut..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Aw Gee Whiz!

Queerest little chap he is,Always saying: 'Aw Gee Whiz!'Needing something from the storeThat you've got to send him forAnd you call him from his..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Beautifying The Flag

To us the Flag has little meant.Each glorious stripe of redWas woven there to representThe blood of heroes dead.On some dim, distant battle lineBy..

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Not Crossing Bridges

MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow,Mebbe I shall lose my job,Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrowI shall sit alone and sob.Mebbe trouble grim is comin',Mebbe..

© Edgar Albert Guest