Looking For A Poem
(4/30/2013 12:32:00 PM)
Looking for Author and Title of a poem from childhood that includes: " Lock up your happy hours, store them in your heart. They will be a comfort if your world falls apart..." Unable to locate anything via Google or Bing.
(4/27/2013 11:16:00 AM)
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When I was a boy I'm sure my Mother used to read me a Poem about a
The Jailer and the Jaguar were walking in the rain
the Jaguar with a swaguar the Jailer with a pain
Can anyone tell me the author or where it came from?Please as I can't find it any where61421Replies for this message:
(1/23/2014 6:07:00 PM)
" and they were looking for cloths to mend but mostly for their wives, who had left them long ago to add colour to their lives...." and I can't remember any more or who wrote it I am afraid. ... more
(4/28/2013 2:55:00 PM)
The poem is by Mervyn Peake and found in his book Rhymes Without Reason.
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(4/26/2013 8:29:00 PM)
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I read in a book a poem about A boy in Australia, the start goes something like this:
There was a wild colonial boy
Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents
He was born in Castlemaine
He was his fathers only hope
His mothers pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love
The wild colonial boy
Please Please Please answer! ! ! ! ! !
(4/24/2013 12:06:00 PM)
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I'm looking for a poem about a person (or possibly a kid and father, I can't remember) , who lights an orange (or it's peelings) on fire to stay warm. It's older. I'm looking for it for my boyfriend's birthday. He's 25 and said he read it as a kid, so it's fairly old. He also thought it was a Robert Frost poem, but I haven't heard of a Robert Frost poem like that before. Perhaps he got the poets wrong. Sound familiar to anyone?
(4/23/2013 8:26:00 AM)
Help! A poem about kids who watch a women read books every morning as they ride train to school. (Maybe train was in title?) A line was " WE thought she was a teacher"
End of poem was something like should we ever meet again we'll be the one reading books. I'm desperate. Any help greatly appreciated
(4/19/2013 9:18:00 PM)
years ago my grandmother had a framed poem intitled Nuttin'
it had several versed and part of the poem went sorta like,
Don't have nuttin'
don't need nuttin'
Don't want nuttin'
Wondering if anyone can tell me who wrote it and where I can get a copy of it.
(4/16/2013 3:09:00 PM)
I need your help in finding a poem I read in highschool. I have never been able to forget the meaning of it, though all else is forgotten! My old English teacher is dead, so I can't ask him...
It's about time. How time/the world stops when I am not there. Especially I remember that locking the gate to the playground stops time as I am not there. It's a bit hard to explain but the playground is there.
Can you help?Thank you!
(4/15/2013 12:02:00 AM)
Hi, I'm looking for a poem / ballad that my 90 year old grandmother used to recite to her children. She also recited Robert Service so could be a similar vintage. Here's what my mother recalls of the story line together with a few actual lines from the poem she recalls. If anyone knows where I could locate the entire poem, author, or name of the poem, it would be most appreciated! My grandmother cannot recall it now. Thank you!
Railroad guys come upon a mound of clay
An old man comes out of his house/shack and says
I see the railroad drawing near
I'm mighty glad to see it
But then he tells them a story
He and his young bride decided to move out west
She begged and pleaded to come with him
He tried his very best to discourage her
but wanted her to come
They saddled up and moved out west
She made it through the summer and the warm, warm days of fall
As winter approached she seemed to whiten with it and thought I didn't know
She tells him she's going to take a couple days of rest
He goes for the doctor, she says its for the best
He saddles up the horse, the wind started to blow
The doctor isn't there, he's been called away
He goes to the store and buys a bottle of whiskey
and headed back for home
There's a blizzard going on.
His horse stumbled and fell
I hacked him to his juggle's vein and left him there to die
As I struggled on alone
I don't know how she did it, she was only skin and bone
but she came out there and found me and dragged me in alone
She took that precious whiskey that had cost oh so dear
And poured it down this worthless hulk that stands ablatting here
Well, boys you know what happened, I lived, she passed away
I wrapped her in her wedding dressed and lay her in the clay
Well boys you know my story..
if any many should disgrace my dead
As sure as there's a God in heaven
I'll pump him full of lead
Well boys we'll see this through
Put me down for r$50
All these rough and ready men - give money for a tombstone
They all have tears in their eyes
Later when people go by on the train, they don't know why it curves around a tombstone
Very few people know the story of the child bride in the snow
(4/13/2013 2:10:00 PM)
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My grandmother has the phrase " from the cradle to the grave" running through her head and tells me it is a poem she heard years ago
where all of the verses ended with " from the cradle to the grave: " Does anyone know what poem that is??
Any help would be most appreciated
(4/12/2013 10:02:00 AM)
Hi everyone~ I am not looking for a poem, I found one, handwritten on a piece of paper in a book. I am looking for the author. I have Google'd line after line hoping for a match and nothing. Any suggestions?Thanks so much!