The Song of the Camp-Fire, By: Robert W. Service


Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;

Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,

Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire,

Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign.

Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack;

Leaping, sweeping, I will lap them with my ardent wings of flame;

I will kindle them to glory, I will beat the darkness back;

Streaming, gleaming, I will goad them to my glory and my fame.

Bring me gnarly limbs of live-oak, aid me in my frenzied fight;

Strips of iron-wood, scaly blue-gum, writhing redly in my hold;

With my lunge of lurid lances, with my whips that flail the night,

They will burgeon into beauty, they will foliate in gold.

Let me star the dim sierras, stab with light the inland seas;

Roaming wind and roaring darkness! seek no mercy at my hands;

I will mock the marly heavens, lamp the purple prairies,

I will flaunt my deathless banners down the far, unhouseled lands.

In the vast and vaulted pine-gloom where the pillared forests frown,

By the sullen, bestial rivers running where God only knows,

On the starlit coral beaches when the combers thunder down,

In the death-spell of the barrens, in the shudder of the snows;

In a blazing belt of triumph from the palm-leaf to the pine,

As a symbol of defiance lo! the wilderness I span;

And my beacons burn exultant as an everlasting sign

Of unending domination, of the mastery of Man;

I, the Life, the fierce Uplifter, I that weaned him from the mire;

I, the angel and the devil, I, the tyrant and the slave;

I, the Spirit of the Struggle; I, the mighty God of Fire;

I, the Maker and Destroyer; I, the Giver and the Grave.


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Poetry quote – – Samuel Taylor Coleridge

” No man was ever yet a great poet,

without being at the same time a profound philosopher.

For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge,

human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language. “

Look to this day, By: Kalidasa

Look to this day:

For it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course

Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement

Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream

And tomorrow is only a vision;

And today well-lived, makes

Yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!


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The Spell Checker Poem

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Candidate for a Pullet Surprise

by Mark Eckman and Jerrold H. Zar

I have a spelling checker,

It came with my PC.

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,

Your sure reel glad two no.

Its vary polished in it’s weigh.

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed,

And aides me when eye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen

Eye trussed too bee a joule.

The checker pours o’er every word

To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checker’s

Hour spelling mite decline,

And if we’re lacks oar have a laps,

We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare,

Their are know fault’s with in my cite,

Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does knot phase me,

It does knot bring a tier.

My pay purrs awl due glad den

With wrapped word’s fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet

Of witch won should bee proud,

And wee mussed dew the best wee can,

Sew flaw’s are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays

Such soft wear four pea seas,

And why eye brake in two averse

Buy righting want too pleas.

Eletelephony, Octopaus and Kid brother :)

~*~ Eletelephony ~*~

By: – Laura Elizabeth Richards

Once there was an elephant,

Who tried to use the telephant–

No! No! I mean an elephone

Who tried to use the telephone–

(Dear me! I am not certain quite

That even now I’ve got it right).

Howe’er it was, he got his trunk

Entangled in the telephunk;

The more he tried to get it free,

The louder buzzed the telephee–

(I fear I’d better drop the song

Of elephop and telephong!)



By: – Ogden Nash

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs

Is those things arms, or is they legs?

I marvel at thee, Octopus;

If I were thou, I’d call me Us.


~*~ My Baby Brother~*~

By: – Bruce Lansky

My baby brother is so small,

he’s hardly even there at all.

The only way that we can find him

is by the smell he leaves behind him.

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow – Khalil Gibran

I said to my friend:

“See her leaning over his arm?

Yesterday she leaned over my arm.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will lean over mine.”

And I said:

“See her sitting at his side;

And yesterday she sat at my side.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will sit at mine.”

And I said:

“Don’t you see her drinking from his cup?

And yesterday she sipped from mine.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will drink from mine.”

And I said:

“Look how she glances at him with eyes full of Love!

and with just such love, yesterday she glanced at me.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will glance at me, likewise.”

And I said:

“Listen to her whispering songs of love in his ears;

And yesterday she whispered the same songs in mine.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will whisper them in mine.”

And I said:

“Look at her embracing him; and yesterday she embraced me.”

And he said:

“Tomorrow she will lie in my arms.”

And I said:

“What a strange woman she is!!”

And he said:

“She is life!”



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A Blessing for Equilibrium – By: John O’Donohue

Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,

May the music of laughter break through your soul.

As the wind wants to make everything dance,

May your gravity be lightened by grace.

Like the freedom of the monastery bell,

May clarity of mind make your eyes smile.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,

So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what’s said,

May a sense of irony give you perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,

May fear or worry never put you in chains.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough

To hear in the distance the laughter of God.



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