Life poems
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Work While it is Day
© Askham John
"Work while it is yet day, for the night cometh on when no man can work."
Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle
© Arthur James
On a rainy morning in the worst yearof my life, as icy eyelets shelled the street,I shared a tremor with a Dobermanleashed to a post. We two were all the worlduntil a bicyclist shot by, riding
Will He No Come Back Again?
© Anonymous
Royal Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main;Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne'er come back again
Waly, Waly
© Anonymous
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae!I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree,But first it bow'd and syne it brak',-- Sae my true love did lichtlie me
The Two Sisters
© Anonymous
There was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, EdinburghThere was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ayThere was twa sisters in a bowr,There came a knight to be their wooer
Stay with Me, God
© Anonymous
Stay with me, God. The night is dark,The night is cold: my little sparkOf courage dies. The night is long;Be with me, God, and make me strong.
The Seafarer
© Anonymous
Mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan, [I can utter a true tale about myself,]siþas secgan, hu ic geswincdagum [tell of my travels, how in laboursome days]earfoðhwile oft þrowade, [a time of hardship I often suffered,]bitre breostceare gebiden hæbbe, [how bitter sorrow in my breast I have borne,]gecunnad in ceole cearselda fela, [made trial on shipboard of many sorrowful abodes; ]atol yþa gewealc, þær mec oft bigeat [dread was the rolling of the waves; there my task was often]nearo nihtwaco æt nacan stefnan, [the hard night-watch at the boat's prow,]þonne he be clifum cnossað
The Red River Valley
© Anonymous
From this valley they say you are going,We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,For they say you are taking the sunshineThat brightens our pathway awhile.
Oh, the Sexual Life of the Camel
© Anonymous
Oh, the sexual life of the camelIs stranger than anyone thinks.In moments of amorous passion,He frequently buggers the Sphinx.
O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
© Anonymous
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,Bring me to quiet rest;Let pass my weary guiltless ghostOut of my careful breast
Midnight Special
© Anonymous
If you evah go to Houston,You better walk right;You better not gambleAnd you better not fight
The Masque of B-ll--l
© Anonymous
First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.
The Leather Bottel
© Anonymous
Now God alone that made all things,Heaven and earth and all that's in,The ships that in the seas do swimTo keep out foes from coming in,Then every one does what he can,All for the good and use of man: And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell That first devis'd the leather bottel
For Christmas Day: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
© Whitefield George
Hark! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King,Peace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil'd. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King.
Eternal Time, that Wastest Without Waste
© Anonymous
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste, That art and art not, diest, and livest still;Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste; Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill: How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise? Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days
