Roses are gray
Violets are gray
Squirrel!
Kujo
Violets are gray
Squirrel!
Kujo
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I suffer from multiple personality disorder,
And I do too.
Violets are blue,
I suffer from multiple personality disorder,
And I do too.
He was a blessing to the saints
to sinners rich and poor.
He was a kind and worthy man
he's gone to be no more...
He kept the faith until the end
and left the world in peace;
He did not for a doctor send
nor for a hireling priest.
to sinners rich and poor.
He was a kind and worthy man
he's gone to be no more...
He kept the faith until the end
and left the world in peace;
He did not for a doctor send
nor for a hireling priest.
Hawk
Wish I could fly and soar like a hawk in windy air.
Saw one off the hills, high as clouds up there.
Soared right against the wind, up almost out of sight,
and the sun on his wings and tail was bright
as gold.
Oh, I felt something wild inside of me;
something that answered that calling to be free!
Couldn't fly up there, couldn't talk...
Couldn't hardly breathe, watching that hawk.
- August Derleth
From "A Boy's Way"
Wish I could fly and soar like a hawk in windy air.
Saw one off the hills, high as clouds up there.
Soared right against the wind, up almost out of sight,
and the sun on his wings and tail was bright
as gold.
Oh, I felt something wild inside of me;
something that answered that calling to be free!
Couldn't fly up there, couldn't talk...
Couldn't hardly breathe, watching that hawk.
- August Derleth
From "A Boy's Way"
Plain prose is Jersey cream,
From stoney vessel dipt,
While poetry is froth,
By silver ladle whipt;
And tho' the one will give
Great stores of bread and meat,
The other rarely yields
A blessed thing to eat.
- Nathan Kirk Griggs
From stoney vessel dipt,
While poetry is froth,
By silver ladle whipt;
And tho' the one will give
Great stores of bread and meat,
The other rarely yields
A blessed thing to eat.
- Nathan Kirk Griggs
And they were stronger hands than mine
That digged the Ruby from the earth--
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.
Lo, I have wrought in common clay
Rude figures of a rough-hewn race,
Since pearls strew not the market-place
In this my town of banishment,
Where with the shifting dust I play,
And eat the bread of discontent.
Yet is there life in that I make.
0 thou who knowest, turn and see--
As thou hast power over me
So have I power over these,
Because I wrought them for thy sake,
And breathed in them mine agonies.
Small mirth was in the making--now
I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay,
And, wearied, at thy feet I lay
My wares, ere I go forth to sell.
The long bazar will praise, but thou--
Heart of my heart--have I done well?
That digged the Ruby from the earth--
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.
Lo, I have wrought in common clay
Rude figures of a rough-hewn race,
Since pearls strew not the market-place
In this my town of banishment,
Where with the shifting dust I play,
And eat the bread of discontent.
Yet is there life in that I make.
0 thou who knowest, turn and see--
As thou hast power over me
So have I power over these,
Because I wrought them for thy sake,
And breathed in them mine agonies.
Small mirth was in the making--now
I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay,
And, wearied, at thy feet I lay
My wares, ere I go forth to sell.
The long bazar will praise, but thou--
Heart of my heart--have I done well?
"Tho' I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
FYI the works of Rudyard Kipling is available free for kindle from Amazon.
FYI the works of Rudyard Kipling is available free for kindle from Amazon.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
--Edgar Allen Poe
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
--Edgar Allen Poe
"Fleas"
Adam
Had 'em
Adam
Had 'em
