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").
Story-Time
'TELL us a story,' comes the cryFrom little lips when nights are cold,And in the grate the flames leap high.'Tell us a tale of pirates bold,Or..
© Edgar Albert Guest
His Room
His room is as it used to beBefore he went away,The walls still keep the pennants heBrought home but yesterday.The picture of his baseball teamStill..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Waiter At The Camp
The officers' friend is the waiter at camp.In the night air 'twas cold and was bitterly damp,And they asked me to dine, which I readily did,For at..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Move We Adjourn
When I'm weary of argument wordyAnd tired of continuous debate,When the speaker like some hurdy gurdy,Which carries on early and late,Keeps up a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Unsettled Scores
The men are talking peace at 'ome, but 'ere we're talking fight,There's many a little debt we've got to square;A sniper sent a bullet through my..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Envy
It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,And upon your manly..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Patriot
It's funny when a feller wants to do his little bit,And wants to wear a uniform and lug a soldier's kit,And ain't afraid of submarines nor mines that..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Lamb Skin
It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,Though of all my possesions, there's none can..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Soldierly
The glory of a soldier—and a soldier's not a saint—Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint;His work's not always pleasant, but he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Proof Of Worth
The Proof Of WorthThough victory's proof of the skill you possess,Defeat is the proof of your grit;A weakling can smile in his days of success,But at..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Follow A Famous Father
I follow a famous father,His honor is mine to wear;He gave me a name that was free from shame,A name he was proud to bear.He lived in the morning..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Taking His Place
He's doing double duty now;Time's silver gleams upon his brow,And there are lines upon his faceWhich only passing years can trace.And yet he's turned..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The New Year
Come you with dangers to fright us? or hazardsto try out our souls?Then may you find us undaunted; determined toget to our goals.Now, white are the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
I See You'Ve Travelled Some
I See You've Travelled SomeWherever you may chance to be — wherever you may roam,Far away in foreign lands; or just at home sweet home;It always..
© Edgar Albert Guest
For Your Boy And Mine
Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest,But that our children after us shall know life at its best;For all we care about ourselves—a crust..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy At Christmas
If I could have my wish to-night it would not be for wealth or fame,It would not be for some delight that men who live in luxury claim,But it would..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Woman's Ways
IT 'S human for a womanTo enjoy a little cry;Though a man will grin and bear 'emAnd pass little troubles by,A woman seeks a pillowAnd her face she..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hope
Mine is a song of hopeFor the days that lie before;For the grander thingsThe morrow bringsWhen the struggle days are o'er.Dark be the clouds..
© Edgar Albert Guest
All For The Best
Things mostly happen for the best.However hard it seems to-day,When some fond plan has gone astrayOr what you've wished for most is lostAn' you sit..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Discussion
She put her arms about my neck,And whispered low to me:'I'm thinking daddy, dear, how niceAnd lovely it would beIf only every little girlIn all this..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Flag
We never knew how much the FlagCould mean, until he went away,We used to boast of it and brag,As something of a by-gone day;But now the Flag can..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fellowship Of Books
I care not who the man may be,Nor how his tasks may fret him,Nor where he fares, nor how his caresAnd troubles may beset him,If books have won the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Kelly Ingram
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,And he whistled 'Yankee Doodle,' as he stood beside his gun;There was laughter in his make-up, there..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Call To Service
These are the days when little thoughtsMust cease men's minds to occupy;The nation needs men's larger creeds,Big men must answer to her cry;No longer..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Joy To Be
Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keepyour bright eyes shining;Some day the smiles of joy shall start and youshall cease repining.Beyond the dim..
© Edgar Albert Guest