Dad poems
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The Soul Of Spain
© Ernest Hemingway
Bill's father would never knowingly sit down at table with a Democrat.
Now Bill says democracy must go.
Go on democracy.
Democracy is the shit.
Relativity is the shit.
The Evening Prayer
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little girlie, kneeling there,
Speaking low your evening prayer,
Animal Crackers
© Christopher Morley
The kitchen's the cosiest place that I know;
The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow,
And there in the twilight, how jolly to see
The cocoa and animals waiting for me.
Hiawatha's Photographing
© Lewis Carroll
From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;
The Finest Fellowship
© Edgar Albert Guest
There may be finer pleasures than just tramping with your boy,
And better ways to spend a day; there may be sweeter joy;
There may be richer fellowship than that of son and dad,
But if there is, I know it not; it's one I've never had.
¿Que Sera Lo Que Espero?
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Tus otoños me arrullan
en coro de quimeras obstinadas;
Epilogue
© William Ernest Henley
These, to you now, O, more than ever now -
Now that the Ancient Enemy
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva
© Rabindranath Tagore
nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;
nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
kim avarivah? kuha? kasya sarmann?
Ambhah kim asid, gahanam gabhiram?
Literary Mother
© Edgar Albert Guest
HUSH, little ones don't make a noise
Pick up your dolls and pick up your toys,
His First Long Trousers
© Edgar Albert Guest
SAY, young fellow, just a minute,
They 're your first long trousers, eh?
Handy Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well on a Monday I'll be slingin' hash Tuesday I'll be collectin' trash
And on a Wednesday I might be tendin' bar
Thursday I'll be the guy who parks your car
On a Friday I might be teachin' school a Saturday finds me hustlin' pool
I got a whole lotta talents in demand that's why they call me Handy Man
L'ADUCAZZIONE (Education)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Fijo, nun ribbartà mai tata tua:
Abbada a tte, nun te fà mette sotto.
Si quarchiduno te viè a dà un cazzotto,
Lì callo callo tu dajene dua.
Lil' Feller
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
When th.' sunshine's golden-yeller
Like th' curls upon his head,
Story-Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
"TELL us a story," comes the cry
From little lips when nights are cold,
O Corvo (Portuguese translation of Poe's "Raven")
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Em certo dia, à hora
Da meia-noite que apavora,
Eu, caindo de sono e exausto de fadiga,
Ao pé de muita lauda antiga,
Los Dados Eternos
© Cesar Vallejo
Para Manuel Gonzales Prada, esta
emoción bravía y selecta, una de las
que, con más entusiasmo, me ha aplau-
dido el gran maestro.
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Bigger Than His Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
He has heard his country calling, and has fallen into line,
And he's doing something bigger than his daddy ever did;
He has caught a greater vision than the finest one of mine,
And I know to-day I'm prouder of than sorry for the kid.
The Ballad Of The New Arrival
© Edgar Albert Guest
Prince, at your pleasures I sneeze,
You to riches and glory may bow,
But my joy is greater than these,
There's another to welcome me now.
The Little Hurts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Every night she runs to me
With a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee,
A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow,
And in sorrowful tones she tells me how
She fell and "hurted herse'f to-day"
While she was having the "bestest play."
