He was a god to her
Powerful and kindly
She would have died for him
Gladly and blindly.
Imagine the shock when she
Found he was human
And heard him, quite man-like,
Blaming a woman!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Spanking
I spanked a little boy last night
I tho't I was doing right,
I tho't that I was punishing
A little boy for some wrong thing.
Today I bought a ball and kite
For that same boy I spanked last night
Bought marbles, tops, and every thing
To counteract the punishing
You see, through tears, this little lad
Tried hard to smile, and then said "Dad",
"Will spanking make me good, like you"
I think you would have bought things, too.
I tho't I was doing right,
I tho't that I was punishing
A little boy for some wrong thing.
Today I bought a ball and kite
For that same boy I spanked last night
Bought marbles, tops, and every thing
To counteract the punishing
You see, through tears, this little lad
Tried hard to smile, and then said "Dad",
"Will spanking make me good, like you"
I think you would have bought things, too.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Follies
I could not ask a better world
More innocent of follies
Than cool green lawns and friendly homes
And men with pipes and collies
And little girls who sit on steps
A-talking to their dollies.
More innocent of follies
Than cool green lawns and friendly homes
And men with pipes and collies
And little girls who sit on steps
A-talking to their dollies.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Methuselah
Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
And never as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calorie count,
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat,
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears,
Lest his health might be hurt
By some fancy dessert,
And he lived over nine hundred years.
And never as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calorie count,
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat,
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears,
Lest his health might be hurt
By some fancy dessert,
And he lived over nine hundred years.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I Am A Part
I am a part of all that I have met,
Yet all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
Forever and for ever when I move
Tho much is taken, much abides, and though
We are not now--that strength which in the old days
Moved Earth and Heaven; that which we are, we are.
Yet all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
Forever and for ever when I move
Tho much is taken, much abides, and though
We are not now--that strength which in the old days
Moved Earth and Heaven; that which we are, we are.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Hang Them Up
Shake out the old dreams, heart, and hang them up,
Out in the sane and comfortable sun,
They will blow dry of weeping.
When the cup of wonder spills no longer and the one who was not one, but everything is mute, emptied of vision, grave as those who die, call not your love back with some lonely flute,
Shake out your dreams and hang them out to dry.
Out in the sane and comfortable sun,
They will blow dry of weeping.
When the cup of wonder spills no longer and the one who was not one, but everything is mute, emptied of vision, grave as those who die, call not your love back with some lonely flute,
Shake out your dreams and hang them out to dry.
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