Ode to My Socks by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) Maru Mori brought mea pairof sockswhich she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder’s hands,two socks as softas rabbits.I slipped my feetinto themas though intotwocasesknittedwith threads oftwilightand goatskin.Violent socks,my feet weretwo fish madeof wool,two long sharkssea-blue, shotthroughby one golden thread,two immense blackbirds,two cannons:my feetwere honoredin this waybytheseheavenlysocks.They wereso handsomefor the first …Read More
Category: Poem
Thanksgiving ~ Edgar Guest
Thanksgiving~ by Edgar Guest (1881-1959) Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that theyAre growin’ more beautiful day after day;Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,Buildin’ the old family circle again;Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,Just for awhile at the end of …Read More
Thinking ~ Walter Wintel
Thinking~ by Walter D. Wintle If you think you are beaten, you areIf you think you dare not, you don’t,If you like to win, but you think you can’tIt is almost certain you won’t. If you think you’ll lose, you’re lostFor out of the world we find,Success begins with a fellow’s willIt’s all in the …Read More
The Unknown Soldier ~ Billy Rose
The Unknown Soldier There’s a graveyard near the White HouseWhere the Unknown Soldier lies,And the flowers there are sprinkledWith the tears from mother’s eyes. I stood there not so long agoWith roses for the brave,And suddenly I heard a voiceSpeak from out the grave: “I am the Unknown Soldier,”The spirit voice began“And I think I …Read More
The Raven ~ Edgar Allen Poe
For the month of October, what is hiding behind the shadows? The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe … welcome to the darkness … full of sadness and grief … The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— …Read More
One, Two, Three! ~ Henry Cuyler Bunner
“One, Two, Three!” by Henry Cuyler Bunner It was an old, old, old, old lady,And a boy that was half past three;And the way that they played togetherWas beautiful to see. She couldn’t go running and jumping,And the boy, no more could he;For he was a thin little fellow,With a thin little twisted knee, They …Read More
My Brain and Heart Divorced ~ John Roedel
I was just introduced to the poetry of John Roedel, and you should meet him too. When words have rhythm, I call it good poetry. My mind is entertained. When words have the ring of profound truth, I call it beautiful! It is poetry of the heart. Something deeper is touched; something beyond the words. …Read More
The Giving Tree ~ Shel Silverstein
The Giving Tree ~ by Shel Silverstein Once there was a tree….and she loved a little boy.And everyday the boy would comeand he would gather her leavesand make them into crownsand play king of the forest.He would climb up her trunkand swing from her branchesand eat apples.And they would play hide-and-go-seek.And when he was tired,he …Read More
No Man is an Island ~ John Donne
No man is an island,Entire of itself,Every man is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manor of thy friend’sOr of thine own were:Any man’s death diminishes me,Because I am involved in …Read More
The Lady and the Crocodile
If you want the gloryOf a memorable story,With a message to lastThrough the agesWithout being blastOn any pages,Let the rhymes looselike Mother Goose. The Lady and the Crocodile She sailed awayOn a sunny summer’s day,On the back of a crocodile. “You see,” said she,“He’s as tame as tame can be,I’ll ride him down the Nile.” …Read More