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The Passional Note The Passional Note

The Passional Note
"The erotic motive is almost entirely absent from American poetry. Even our younger American poets are more profoundly interested in the why and wherefore of things than in the girdle of Helen or the gleaming limbs of 'the white implacable Aphrodite.'" --MR. SYLVESTER VIERECK. In the years of my season erotic, When Eros was lord of my days, And I loved, with a love idiotic, The Mabels and Madges and Mays; When a purple and... Poems - Post by : RogRiney - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 698

Up Culture's Hill Up Culture's Hill

Up Culture's Hill
(The confession of a club lady.) The path up Culture's Hill is steep, And weary is the way, With very little time for sleep And none at all for play. She that this toilsome task essays Must never bat an eye, But keep her firm, unwavering gaze Forever fixed on high. For should she ever careless grow, And let her glances... Poems - Post by : yahooman - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 760

The Old Roller Towel The Old Roller Towel

The Old Roller Towel
How dear to this heart is the old roller towel Which fond recollection presents to my view. It hung like a pall on the wall of the washroom, And gathered the grime of the linotype crew. The sink and the soap and the lye that stood by it Remain; but the towel is gone past recall. O tempora! Also, O mores! Sic transit The time-honored towel that creaked on the wall.... Poems - Post by : JoePace - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2560

Hence These Rimes Hence These Rimes

Hence These Rimes
Tho' my verse is exact, Tho' it flawlessly flows, As a matter of fact I would rather write prose. While my harp is in tune, And I sing like the birds, I would really as soon Write in straightaway words. Tho' my songs are as sweet As Apollo e'er piped, And... Poems - Post by : desertfox71 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 951

The Persistent Poet The Persistent Poet

The Persistent Poet
"I remember, I remember"-- Something special? Not a bit. But, you see, this is November, And Remember rimes with it.(The end)Bert Leston Taylor's poem: Persistent Poet... Poems - Post by : Orian - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2821

The Bards We Quote The Bards We Quote

The Bards We Quote
Whene'er I quote I seldom take From bards whom angel hosts environ; But usually some damned rake Like Byron. Of Whittier I think a lot, My fancy to him often turns; But when I quote 'tis some such sot As Burns. I'm very fond of Bryant, too, He brings to me the... Poems - Post by : pierrebenoit - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 1224

Post-vacational Post-vacational

Post-vacational
You have heard that mildewed story, That tradition horned and hoary, That it wearies one to roam, Past a doubt; That one vainly on vacation Tries to find recuperation, Till he hunts his happy home Tuckered out. That abroad there is no comfort, That a man must journey home for 't--... Poems - Post by : coach2 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2119

Ballade Of The Pipesmoke Carry Ballade Of The Pipesmoke Carry

Ballade Of The Pipesmoke Carry
The Ancient Wood is white and still, Over the pines the bleak wind blows, Voiceless the brook and mute the rill, Silence too where the river flows. Still I catch the scent of the rose And hear the white-throat's roundelay, Footing the trail that Memory knows, Over the hills and far away. I have only a pipe to fill: Weaving, wreathing rings disclose A trail that flings straight up the hill,... Poems - Post by : marke60 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2169

My Lady New York My Lady New York

My Lady New York
O siren of tresses peroxide, And heart that is hard as a flint, Blue orbs of complacency ox-eyed, That light at the mark of the mint, Ears only for jingle of joybells, A conscience as light as a cork-- You are wedded to follies and foibles, My Lady New York. True, you have (not enough, tho', to hurt you)... Poems - Post by : efarewell - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2851

Sons Of Battle Sons Of Battle

Sons Of Battle
Let us have peace, and Thy blessing, Lord of the Wind and the Rain, When we shall cease from oppressing, From all injustice refrain; When we hate falsehood and spurn it; When we are men among men. Let us have peace when we earn it-- Never an hour till then. Let us have rest in Thy garden, Lord of the Rock and the Green,... Poems - Post by : lacresta - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2695

The Coronation The Coronation

The Coronation
Lang Syne. Twas a holy mystery In the days of chivalry. More than pageant was the Rite In the sight of clod and knight. Sword and Scepter, Orb and Rod, Faith in self and faith in God; Oaths of Homage fiercely flung, Faith in heart and faith in tongue;-- Gone the things that meaning gave "With the old... Poems - Post by : ibuyinvoices - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2156

The Recoil The Recoil

The Recoil
I met a friend of lofty brow-- As lofty as the laws allow. I said to him, "You'll know, I'm sure-- What's doing now in litrychoor?" Said he: "I hate the very name; I'm weary of the blooming game. I read, whenever I have time, Something by Phillips Oppenheim." "Cheer up!" said I. "What's new in Art?-- You drift around the picture mart.... Poems - Post by : jasmine427 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 3076

Autumn Revery Autumn Revery

Autumn Revery
When the leaves are falling crimson And the worm is off its feed, When the rag weed and the jimson Have agreed to go to seed, When the air in forest bowers Has a tang like Rhenish wine, And to breathe it for two hours Makes you feel you'd like to dine, When the frost is on the pumpkin And the corn is in... Poems - Post by : Steven_Sotala - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 1214

The Vanished Fay The Vanished Fay

The Vanished Fay
Tell me, whither do they go, All the Little Ones we know? They "grow up" before our eyes, And the fairy spirit flies. Time the Piper, pied and gay-- Does he lure them all away? Do they follow after him, Over the horizon's brim? Daughter's growing fair to see, Slim and straight as popple tree. Still a child in heart and head, But--the fairy spirit's fled.... Poems - Post by : danbcaut - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 1144

Sh-h-h-h! Sh-h-h-h!

Sh-h-h-h!
"Mr. Mabie is now reading the summer books."--THE LADIES' HOME JOURNAL. What shall we buy for a summer's day? What is good reading and what is not? Mabie will tell us--we wait his say; For Mabie alone can know what's what. Meanwhile the world is as still as death; Mute inquiry is in men's looks; Everybody is holding his breath-- Mabie is reading the summer books.... Poems - Post by : proton - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 1752

The Pole The Pole

The Pole
(Tune: "Carcassonne.") I'm an old man, I'm eighty-three, I seldom get away; My work, it keeps me close at home-- I have no time for play. If it were not for the journey back, That so fatigues a soul, I'd like to take a little trip-- I never have seen the Pole. 'Tis said that in that favored place There is... Poems - Post by : iwillhostu - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 3006

A Ballade Of A Bore A Ballade Of A Bore

A Ballade Of A Bore
When the weather is warm and the glass running high And the odors of Araby tincture the air; When the sun is aloft in a white and blue sky, And the morrow holds promise of falling as fair;-- In spring or in summer I'm free to declare, And the same I am equally free to maintain, One person has power my peace to impair: The man who tells limericks gives me a pain. When the foliage flushes... Poems - Post by : Debbied1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 3058

The Land Of Rainbow's-end The Land Of Rainbow's-end

The Land Of Rainbow's-end
Young Faintheart lay on a wayside bank, Full prey to doubts and fears, When he did espy come trudging by A Pilgrim bent with years. His back was bowed and his step was slow, But his faith no years could bend, As he eagerly pressed to the rose-lit west And the Land of Rainbow's-End. "It's ho, for a pack!" sang the Pilgrim... Poems - Post by : consillieri - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 1581

Wisdom In A Capsule Wisdom In A Capsule

Wisdom In A Capsule
"If she be not so to me.What care I how fair she be? "---THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. Here we have in this truism Mr. James's pragmatism. Test your troubles day by day With it, and they fly away. Is the weather boiling hot, Hot enough to boil a pot-- If it be not so to me, What care I how hot it be? Take a pudding... Poems - Post by : herriott51 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 2142

The Laundry Of Life The Laundry Of Life

The Laundry Of Life
(An Adventure in Sentiment.) Life is a laundry in which we Are ironed out, or soon or late. Who has not known the irony Of fate? We enter it when we are born, Our colors bright. Full soon they fade. We leave it "done up," old and worn, And frayed; Frayed round... Poems - Post by : ramwatt - Date : October 2011 - Author : Bert Leston Taylor - Read : 3094