Arthur Guiterman

(1871-1943 / United States)

Arthur Guiterman Poems

1. Our Suburb 4/13/2010
2. Radiolatry 4/13/2010
3. Homeward Bound 3/19/2015
4. Truth and Falsehood 5/8/2015
5. A Valentine 5/9/2015
6. Youth and Age 5/15/2015
7. The First Cat 5/23/2015
8. The Ambiguous Dog 5/27/2015
9. A Boy and a Pup 5/27/2015
10. The Mother 6/2/2015
11. The Superstitious Ghost 6/4/2015
12. How the Birds Came 7/2/2015
13. The Bee 7/22/2015
14. The Wings of the Mountains 7/27/2015
15. This is She 8/8/2015
16. Falsehood and Sin 8/10/2015
17. Hallowe'en Charm 11/23/2015
18. New Year, 1918 12/11/2015
19. A Bill from Cupid 2/4/2016
20. Fame 4/8/2016
21. Pipes of Pan 5/25/2016
22. The Traveler 4/13/2010
23. The Phlebotomous Flea 4/13/2010
24. Rags And Robes 4/13/2010
25. My Hills Of Dreams 4/13/2010
26. Going To Dover 4/13/2010
27. The Passionate Suburbanite To His Love 4/13/2010
28. Sea Sickness 4/13/2010
29. Nocturne 4/13/2010
30. Kindness To Insects 4/13/2010
31. Pithecanthropus Erectus 4/13/2010
32. What One Approves, Another Scorns 4/13/2010
33. The Dream Of Chuang Tzu 12/13/2014
34. Pershing At The Front 4/13/2010
35. The Great Tyrannosaurus 4/13/2010
36. Heritage 4/13/2010
37. Ragnarok {the Twilight Of The Gods} 4/13/2010
38. The Legend Of The First Cam-U-El: An Arabian Apologue 4/13/2010
39. The Idol-Maker Prays 1/4/2003
40. Hills 4/13/2010

Comments about Arthur Guiterman

  • Patti Howell (1/2/2005 1:18:00 PM)

    I have heard of a poem by Arthur Guiterman about the camel and how he came to have a split lip. Does anyone have this poem at their disposal? E-mail to

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Best Poem of Arthur Guiterman

The Chip On The Shoulder

Learn this now before you are older:
Don’t go through life with a chip on your shoulder,
Always aggrieved and ever offended,
Fancying wrongs that are not intended.
Let not a sense of humor desert you,
Take it that nobody means to hurt you,
Find no insult in idle chatter,
Pass it over; it doesn’t matter.
Look for the best in everybody,
Value the wool, forget the shoddy;
Get in the habit of liking people.
Love is the spire on every steeple.

Read the full of The Chip On The Shoulder


This is the land that we love; here our fathers found refuge,
Here are the grooves of their plows and the mounds of their graves;
These are the hills that they knew and the forests and water,
Glorious rivers and seas of rejuvenant waves.

This is our heritage, this that our fathers bequeathed us,
Ours in our time, but in trust for the ages to be;
Wasting or husbanding, building, destroying, or shielding,
Faithful or faithless — possessors and stewards are we.

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