My Books And I (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
My books and I are good old pals:My laughing books are gay,Just suited for my merry moodsWhen I am wont ...
Poems about pals (21 Poems)
Curios (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I've 'ad, said Dan, "a sight o' curios,But where they've gone, Lord knows!The junk I've packed around, alive an' dead,The ...
Untitled (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The glamour gone, some scattered graves and memories dim remain: With his old pals across the field, he'll never trek ...
Australia’s Peril (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
Dream Song 120: Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout (John Berryman Poem)
Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds downward & up bring real. ...
Dream Song 45: He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back (John Berryman Poem)
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair where ...
Dream Song 71: Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four (John Berryman Poem)
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new ...
GROTTY AND THE QUARRYMAN (Barry Tebb Poems)
(To Paul Sykes, author of 'Sweet Agony') He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an ...
The Red Retreat (Robert William Service Poems)
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
My Prisoner (Robert William Service Poems)
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
The Bohemian (Robert William Service Poems)
Up in my garret bleak and bare I tilted back on my broken chair, And my three old pals were ...
Bill’s Grave (Robert William Service Poems)
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
A Sourdough Story (Robert William Service Poems)
Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below, When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit Into ...
My Job (Robert William Service Poems)
I've got a little job on 'and, the time is drawin' nigh; At seven by the Captain's watch I'm due ...
My Mate (Robert William Service Poems)
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
At The Golden Pig (Robert William Service Poems)
Where once with lads I scoffed my beer The landlord's lass I've wed. Now I am lord and master here;-- ...
Old Bob (Robert William Service Poems)
I guess folks think I'm mighty dumb Since Jack and Jim and Joe Have hit the trail to Kingdom Come ...
Take It Easy (Robert William Service Poems)
When I was boxing in the ring In 'Frisco back in ninety-seven, I used to make five bucks a fling ...
Triumph (Robert William Service Poems)
Why am I full of joy although It drizzles on the links? Why am I buying Veuve Cliquot, And setting ...
An Electric Sign Goes Dark (Carl Sandburg Poems)
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
Pals (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Take a hold now On the silver handles here, Six silver handles, One for each of his old pals. Take ...