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").
Friends
Ain't it fine when things are goingTopsy-turvy and askewTo discover someone showingGood old-fashioned faith in you?Ain't it good when life seems..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Important Thing
He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to seeWhat the little rogue was up to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Daddies
I would rather be the daddyOf a romping, roguish crew,Of a bright-eyed chubby laddieAnd a little girl or two,Than the monarch of a nationIn his high..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To The Humble
If all the flowers were roses,If never daisies grew,If no old-fashioned posiesDrank in the morning dew,Then man might have some reasonTo whimper and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Curly Locks
Curly locks, what do you know of the world,And what do your brown eyes see?Has your baby mind been able to findOne thread of the mystery?Do you know..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Reward
Don't want medals on my breast,Don't want all the glory,I'm not worrying greatly lestThe world won't hear my story.A chance to dream beside a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Few
The easy roads are crowdedAnd the level roads are jammed;The pleasant little riversWith the drifting folks are crammed.But off yonder where it's..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Fishing Nooks
'Men will grow weary,' said the Lord,'Of working for their bed and board.They'll weary of the money chaseAnd want to find a resting placeWhere hum of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Preparedness
Right must not live in idleness,Nor dwell in smug content;It must be strong, against the throngOf foes, on evil bent.Justice must not a weakling..
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Paw Said So
Foxes can talk if you know how to listen,My Paw said so.Owls have big eyes that sparkle an' glisten,My Paw said so.Bears can turn flip-flaps an'..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little Master Mischievous
Little Master Mischievous, that's the name for you;There's no better title that describes the things you do:Into something all the while where you..
© Edgar Albert Guest
An Easy World
It's an easy world to live in if you choose to make it so;You never need to suffer, save the griefs that all must know;If you'll stay upon the level..
© Edgar Albert Guest
About Boys
Show me the boy who never threwA stone at someone's cat;Or never hurled a snowball swiftAt someone's high silk hat.Who never ran away from school,To..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Songs Of Rejoicing
Songs of rejoicin',Of love and of cheer,Are the songs that I'm yearnin' forYear after year.The songs about childrenWho laugh in their gleeAre the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Cookie Jar
You can rig up a house with all manner of things,The prayer rugs of sultans and princes and kings;You can hang on its wall the old tapestries..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Greater Self
This came to pass. After the coronation of Nufsibaal King of Byblus, he retired to his bed-chamber—the very room which the three hermit-magicians of..
© Kahlil Gibran
On Friendship
Your friend is your needs answered.He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.And he is your board and your fireside.For you..
© Kahlil Gibran
The Scarecrow
Once I said to a scarecrow, 'You must be tired of standing in thislonely field.'And he said, 'The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and..
© Kahlil Gibran
The Two Hermits
Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped Godand loved one another.Now these two hermits had one earthen bowl, and this was..
© Kahlil Gibran
The Madman - His Parables And Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, longbefore many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found allmy masks were..
© Kahlil Gibran
Give Me The Flute
Give me the flute, and singimmortality lies in a songand even after we've perishedthe flute continues to lamenthave you taken refuge in the woodsaway..
© Kahlil Gibran
Love Chapter Ii
Then said Almitra, 'Speak to us of Love.'And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.And with a great..
© Kahlil Gibran
On Giving And Taking
Once there lived a man who had a valley-full of needles. And oneday the mother of Jesus came to him and said: 'Friend, my son'sgarment is torn and I..
© Kahlil Gibran
The Hymn Of Man
I was,And I am.So shall I be to the end of time,For I am without end.I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, andTaken flight in the world of..
© Kahlil Gibran
Song Of The Rain Vii
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heavenBy the gods. Nature then takes me, to adornHer fields and valleys.I am beautiful pearls, plucked from..
© Kahlil Gibran