Dad poems
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Janet Waking
© John Crowe Ransom
Beautifully Janet slept
Till it was deeply morning. She woke then
And thought about her dainty-feathered hen,
To see how it had kept.
Rotting Symbols
© Eileen Myles
Soon I shall take more
I will get more light
and I'll know what I think
about that
The Poet at Seventeen
© Larry Levis
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleying
Echoes of billiards in the pool halls where
I spent it all, extravagantly, believing
My delicate touch on a cue would last for years.
Sylvester’s Dying Bed
© Langston Hughes
I woke up this mornin’
’Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
A propos d'Horace
© Victor Marie Hugo
Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!
Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !
Heaven, 1963 by Kim Noriega: American Life in Poetry #120 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
He's standing in our yard on Porter Road
beneath the old chestnut tree.
He's wearing sunglasses,
a light cotton shirt,
and a dreamy expression.
The Old-Time Family
© Edgar Albert Guest
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadays
The burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.
Of course the cost of living has gone soaring to the sky
And our kids are wearing garments that my parents couldn't buy.
Now my father wasn't wealthy, but I never heard him squeal
Because eight of us were sitting at the table every meal.
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever,
As she rolled along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair.
Birthday Talk For A Child
© Edith Nesbit
DADDY dear, I'm only four
And I'd rather not be more:
Four's the nicest age to be--
Two and two, or one and three.
How It Happened
© James Whitcomb Riley
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
A Prospective Visit
© James Whitcomb Riley
While _any_ day was notable and dear
That gave the children Noey, history here
Hamlet As Told On The Street
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well, that was the end of our sweet prince,
He died in confusion and nobodys seen him since.
And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune
And you can find shit in a silver spoon
And an old mans revenge can be a young mans ruin
Oh and never look too close
at what your mamma is doin.
The Absent-Minded Beggar
© Rudyard Kipling
When you've shouted " Rule Britannia," when you've sung " God save the Queen,"
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Husbands Overseas
© Lloyd Roberts
Each morning they sit down to their little bites of bread,
To six warm bowls of porridge and a broken mug or two.
And each simple soul is happy and each hungry mouth is fed
Then why should she be smiling as the weary-hearted do?
The Tunnel
© Hart Crane
Our tongues recant like beaten weather vanes.
This answer lives like verdigris, like hair
Beyond extinction, surcease of the bone;
And repetition freezesWhat
Daddy What If?
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then?)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
The Great Conch Train Robbery
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
