All Poems
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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
© Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
Now Is The Time Of The Year
© Bliss William Carman
NOW is the time of year
When all the flutes begin,
The redwing bold and clear,
The rainbird far and thin.
Dora Diller
© Jack Prelutsky
"My stomach's full of butterflies!"
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. "That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!"
The Two Armies
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Once over the ocean in distant lands,
In an age long past, were two hostile bands-
Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,
And their hearts beat high as they marched along
To fight the battle of right and wrong.
Bleezer's Ice Cream
© Jack Prelutsky
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
Flight
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE SONG-BIRDS? are they flown away?
The song-birds of the summer-time,
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
© Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed
© Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul!
I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in
The sweetness of all waters, and so thine.
The Lapse of Time
© William Cullen Bryant
Lament who will, in fruitless tears,
The speed with which our moments fly;
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
The Pilgrim
© William Butler Yeats
I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,
In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray,
And what's the good of women, for all that they can say
Is fol de rol de rolly O.
Friends
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I fell among the thieves awhile ago,
Who beat and stripped me; and, thus used, If led
For comfort to the arms of one I know
Who is to me a sister, being wed
Once We Played
© Mathilde Blind
ONCE we played at love together--
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.
In Autumn
© Alice Meynell
The leaves are many under my feet,
And drift one way.
Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
A flight of them is in the grey
Where sky and forest meet.
Sister M. B.s Arrival In Montreal , 1654.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
It is now two hundred years and more
Since first set foot on Canadian shore
That saint-like heroine, fair and pure,
Prepared all things for Christ to endure;
Resigning rank and kindred ties,
And her sunny home neath Frances skies.
Transformation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
She waited in a rose-hued room;
A wanton-hearted creature she,
But beautiful and bright to see
As some great orchid just in bloom.
To Marry Or Not To Marry?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Mother says, "Be in no hurry,
Marriage oft means care and worry."
Auntie says, with manner grave,
"Wife is synonym for slave."
