Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

April 12th, 2005

Botany

There should be no monotony

In studying your botany;

It helps to train

And spur the brain—

Unless you haven’t got any.

It teaches you, does Botany,

To know the plants and spot any,

And learn just why

They live or die—

In case you plant or pot any.

You learn, from reading Botany,

Of wooly plants and cottony

That grow on earth,

And what they’re worth,

And why [...]

March 20th, 2004

The Joy of Life

The Joy of Life by Berton Braley:

I’d rather risk gamely And lose for my trying Than grind around tamely —A cog in the mill. I’d rather fail greatly [...]

December 20th, 2003

MacDonough’s Song

Whether the People be led by the Lord,

Or lured by the loudest throat;

If it be quicker to die by the sword

Or cheaper to die by vote

These are the things we have dealt with once,

[...]

October 25th, 2003

Man

Weak and puny, small and frail,

Helpless he with tooth or nail,

In a world of fang and claw

Where sheer power makes the law.

Into battle he had gone

With the shaggy mastodon,

With the cruel beasts of prey

Snarling in their lust to slay,

Thirsting for the taste of blood;

He has fought with fire and flood,

With a heart and soul elate

Warred [...]

October 21st, 2003

Why Not?

Why shouldn’t the soul of a mortal be proud?

Life goes, it is true, like a swift-flying cloud

But while it is going and ere he has died

A man may do many things worthy of pride

The high and the humble, the meek and the brave,
Are all of them destined in time for the grave,
But while they are [...]

October 8th, 2003

Just Anti-social

We’ve loaded him with a lot of taxes

And rules and codes but there’s something funny;

In spite of the way his burden waxes

The son-of-a-gun is making money!

Whenever he’s given a boost to trade

We’ve taken an extra tribute off it,

But still the villain is undismayed,

The son-of-a-gun has shown a Profit!

We grind out daily a brand [...]

October 6th, 2003

The thinker

Back of the beating hammer

By which the steel is wrought,

Back of the workshop’s clamor

The seeker may find the Thought,

The Thought that is ever master

Of iron and steam and steel,

That rises above disaster

And tramples it under heel!

The drudge may fret and tinker

Or labor with lusty blows,

But back of him stands the Thinker,

The clear-eyed man who knows;

For [...]