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").
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..
© Edgar Albert Guest
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..
© Edgar Albert Guest
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
A Personal View Of War
I NEVER pondered much on war,Except to think it was inspiringTo have a cause to battle for,To hear the guns and cannons firing;To see brave men rush..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Now And Then
Why not think a decent thought,Now and then?Why not ponder, as you ought,Now and then?Get your mind out of the mire,To the higher things aspire,Claim..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Father Of The Man
I can't help thinkin' o' the lad!Here's summer bringin' trees to fruit,An' every bush with roses clad,An' nature in her finest suit,An' all things as..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Right Family
With time our notions allus change,An' years make old idees seem strange-Take Mary there- time was when sheThought one child made a family,An' when..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Peaks Of Valor
These are the peaks of valor; keeping clean your father's name,Too brave for petty profit to risk the brand of shame,Adventuring for the future, yet..
© Edgar Albert Guest
As Fall The Leaves
As fall the leaves, so drop the daysIn silence from the tree of life;Born for a little while to blazeIn action in the heat of strife,And then to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Genius Of The Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given dayand the best at murder are..
© Charles Bukowski
Confession
waiting for deathlike a catthat will jump on thebedI am so very sorry formy wifeshe will see thisstiffwhitebodyshake it once..
© Charles Bukowski
As The Poems Go
As the poems go into the thousands yourealize that you've created verylittle.it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,the traffic, the nights and the..
© Charles Bukowski
A Challenge To The Dark
shot in the eyeshot in the brainshot in the ****shot like a flower in the danceamazing how death wins hands downamazing how much credence is given to..
© Charles Bukowski
Cause And Effect
the best often die by their own handjust to get away,and those left behindcan never quite understandwhy anybodywould ever want toget awayfromthem
© Charles Bukowski
As The Sparrow
To give life you must take life,and as our grief falls flat and hollowupon the billion-blooded seaI pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals..
© Charles Bukowski
A Radio With Guts
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado StreetI used to get drunkand throw the radio through the windowwhile it was playing, and, of course,it would..
© Charles Bukowski
Are You Drinking?
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebookout againI write from the bedas I did lastyear.will see the doctor,Monday."yes, doctor, weak legs..
© Charles Bukowski
Be Kind
we are always askedto understand the other person'sviewpointno matter howout-datedfoolish orobnoxious.one is askedto viewtheir total errortheir..
© Charles Bukowski
And The Moon And The Stars And The World
Long walks at night--that's what good for the soul:peeking into windowswatching tired housewivestrying to fight offtheir beer-maddened husbands.
© Charles Bukowski