Content

Confessions of a Born Spectator by Ogden Nash

Poetry Speaks Confessions of a Born Spectator One infant grows up and becomes a jockey, Another plays basketball or hockey, This one the prize ring hates to enter That one becomes a tackle or center, I am just glad as glad can be That I am not them, that they are not me. With all my heart I do admire Athletes who sweat for fun or hire, Who take the field in gaudy pomp, And maim each other as they romp, My limp and bashful spirit feeds On other people’s heroic deeds. Now A runs ninety yards to score, B knocks the champion to the floor, Cracking vertebrae and spines, Lashes his steed across the line, You’d think my ego it would please To swap positions with one of these. Well, ego it might be pleased enough, But zealous athletes play so rough They do not ever in their dealings Consider one another’s feelings. I’m glad that when my struggle begins ‘Twixt prudence and ego, prudence wins. When swollen eye meets gnarled fist When snaps the knee, and cr...

Don't Quit by Edgar Albert Guest

Poetry Speaks Don't Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow-- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out-- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far, So stick to th...

A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother by F.Joanna

Poetry Speaks A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother I often contemplate my childhood, Mom. I am a mother now, and so I know Hard work is mixed together with the fun; You learned that when you raised me long ago. I think of all the things you gave to me: Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears, Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul- All these you spent on me throughout the years. You loved me with a never-failing love You gave me strength and sweet security, And then you did the hardest thing of all: You let me separate and set me free. Every day, I try my best to be A mother like the mom you were to me. -F.Joanna Explanation This sonnet is written by the poet F.Joanna, which portrays the hardships a mother undergoes in bringing up her children. In turn her daughter who has become a mother conveys her love and affection for her mother in this very soulful sonnet. The daughter contemplates on her childhood and accepts that bringing up children is har...

Poetry speaks

Search This Blog

Content

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Confessions of a Born Spectator by Ogden Nash

Don't Quit by Edgar Albert Guest

A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother by F.Joanna