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Things Worth While

To sit and dream in a shady nook While the phantom clouds roll by; To con some long-remembered book When the pulse of youth beats high. To thrill when the dying sunset glows Through the heart of a mystic wood, To drink the sweetness of some wild rose, And to find the whole world good. To bring unto others joy and mirth, And keep what friends you can; To learn that... Poems - Post by : Nester - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2762

The War Of The Rats And Mice

(The War of the Rats and Mice: Written by the author's father, the late George W. Ranck. It first appeared in St. Nicholas and is reprinted by permission of The Century Company.)Far back within an age remote, Which common history fails to note, When dogs could talk, and pigs could sing, And frogs obeyed a wooden king, There lived a tribe of rats so mean, That such a set was never seen. For during all the livelong... Poems - Post by : Ravens - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1994

To A Child At Christmas Time

May the day that gave Christ birth Bring you boundless joy and mirth, Fill the golden hours with gladness, Raise no thought to cause you sadness.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: To A Child At Christmas Time... Poems - Post by : mewarrior - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3237

To Poe

You lived in a land horror-haunted, And wrote with a pen half-divine; You drank bitter sorrow, undaunted And cast precious pearls before swine.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: To Poe... Poems - Post by : Healthy - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3483

Crabbed

A college professor one day Was fishing in Chesapeake Bay; Said a crab to his mate, "Let's kick off the bait, This business is too old to pay."(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: Crabbed... Poems - Post by : xillion - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1502

To Clara Morris

In days gone by, the poets wrote Sweet verses to the ladies fair; Described the nightingale's clear note, Or penned an Ode to Daphne's hair. To dare all for a woman's smile Or breathe one's heart out in a rose-- Such trifles now are out of style, The scented manuscript must close. Yet Villon wrote his roundelays, And that sweet singer Horace;... Poems - Post by : bskyers - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2580

In Deeper Vein

The Incubus. The way was dark within the gloomy church-yard, As I wandered through the woodland near the stream, With slow and heavy tread Through a city of the dead, When suddenly I heard a dreadful scream. My heart gave frantic leap, as when the roebuck Is started by the clamor of the chase, And I halted all atremble In the vain hope to dissemble,... Poems - Post by : wellnesscoach - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1171

In Kentucky

(A Response to Judge Mulligan's Famous Toast.) The moonlight may be softest In Kentucky, And summer days come oftest In Kentucky, But friendship is the strongest When the money lasts the longest Or you sometimes get in wrongest In Kentucky. Sunshine is the brightest In Kentucky, And a right is often rightest In... Poems - Post by : Jeff_Ray - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2195

The Epic Of The Hog

(Man's Inhumanity to Hogs Makes Countless Thousands Squeal.) I lived upon a little farm, A happy hog was I, I never dreamed of any harm Nor ever thought to die. All day I wallowed in the mud, And ate the choicest slops. I watched the brindles chew their cud-- The farmer tend his crops. Upon the hottest days I'd go And... Poems - Post by : Esther_Bowen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1229

If I Were City Editor

(After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.) If I were City Editor And you should come to my cold desk and choke, And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke." I say, if I were City Editor, And you should come in deepest grief and woe And say, "Oh Lordy let me have the dough," I might arise with slow and solemn wink And lecture you upon the... Poems - Post by : houseguy65 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2008

My Life And Death

(By A. Turkey Gobbler.) I'm just a turkey gobbler, But I've got a word to say And I'd like to say it quickly Before I pass away, For I will get it in the neck Upon Thanksgiving Day. I cannot keep from thinking Of poor Marie Antoinette, She lost her head completely, But this is what I'll get--... Poems - Post by : jmintuck - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3252

An Irish Toast

Here's to dear Ould Ireland, Here's to the Irish lass, Here's to Dennis and Mike and Pat, Here's to the sparkling glass. Here's to the Irish copper, He may be green all right, But you bet he's Mickie on the spot Whenever it comes to a fight. Here's to Robert Emmet, too, And here's to our dear Tom Moore. Here's to... Poems - Post by : jmaster - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3494

Vitascope Pictures

A young girl stands Upon the sands, And waves her hands-- Flirtation. A fresh young man With shoes of tan, Looks spick and span-- Expectation. They walk the beach, She seems a peach Just out of reach-- Vexation. Ah what is this? A sound of bliss... Poems - Post by : pkahan - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 908

Take Up The Household Burden

Take up the household burden, No iron rule of kings, But make your family understand That you are running things, Don't storm around and bluster, And don't get mad and swear If in the soup is floating-- A rag and a hank of hair. Take up the household burden In patience to abide, To curse the irate grocer... Poems - Post by : webtracker - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2002

He Aped Her

An impudent Barbary ape Once tried on a lady's new cape. As he gave a big grin, The lady came in, And--his children are still wearing crepe.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: He Aped Her... Poems - Post by : jancee - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 2709

Oh Scissors!

I knew a young man so conceited That a glance at his face made you heated. One night, playing whist, He was slapped on the wrist, Because some one said that he cheated.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: Oh Scissors!... Poems - Post by : elevated - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1089

A New Version

Old Mother Hubbard She went to the cupboard, To find a nice bone for her dog. But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And now they are both on the hog.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: New Version... Poems - Post by : webmagic - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3431

You Couldn't Hardly Notice It At All

There was a girl in our town Who dearly loved to flirt, But the home folks never noticed it at all. The women in the neighborhood All said she was too pert, But she never even noticed them at all. One night a young man came to call Who was considered slow, But when he got alone with her, He turned the lights down... Poems - Post by : holipsism - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 3060

Brutal Mary

Mary had a little lamb, The lamb was always buttin' So Mary killed the little lamb And turned him into mutton.(The end)Edwin C. Ranck's poem: Brutal Mary... Poems - Post by : Ken_M. - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1301

April Fool

'Twas on the f-f-f-first of April D-D-Day, W-w-w-when Nature s-s-smiled and all w-w-was gay, And I--w-w-why I was in a w-w-whirl, 'C-c-cause I w-w-was w-w-walking w-w-with my g-g-girl. We w-w-wandered through a leafless w-w-wood W-w-where many giant oak-t-t-trees s-s-stood, And p-p-paused beside a d-d-dark g-g-green pool And sat d-d-down on a rustic s-s-stool. T-t-then out I s-s-spoke in accents b-b-bold, And all m-m-my l-love... Poems - Post by : oliver - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edwin C. Ranck - Read : 1239

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