Poet Robert Service

Robert Service

Robert Service Poems

  • 151.  
    And is it not a gesture grand
    To drink oneself to death?Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
  • 152.  
    I think I'll buy a little field,
    Though scant am I of pelf,And hold the hope that it may yield
  • 153.  
    I count each day a little life,
    With birth and death complete;I cloister it from care and strife
  • 154.  
    In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
    And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
  • 155.  
    A little mousey man he was
    With board, and chalk in hand;And millions were awestruck because
  • 156.  
    Could Fate ordain a lot for me
    Beyond all human ills,I think that I would choose to be
  • 157.  
    What are we fighting for,
    We fellows who go to war?fighting for Freedom's sake!
  • 158.  
    No matter how he toil and strive
    The fate of every man aliveWith luck will be to lie alone,
  • 159.  
    The Elders of the Tribe were grouped
    And squatted in the Council Cave;They seemed to be extremely pooped,
  • 160.  
    Oh darling Eric, why did you
    For my fond affection sue,And then with surgeons artful aid
  • 161.  
    I wish I had a simple style
    In writing verse,As in his prose had Ernie Pyle,
  • 162.  
    Tell me, Tramp, where I may go
    To be free from human woe;Say where I may hope to find
  • 163.  
    A sea-gull with a broken wing,
    I found upon the kelp-strewn shore.It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: “Poor thing!
  • 164.  
    When day is done I steal away
    To fold my hands in rest,And of my hours this moment grey
  • 165.  
    My flask of wine was ruby red
    And swift I ran my sweet to see;With eyes that snapped delight I said:
  • 166.  
    The Greatest Writer of to-day
    (With Maupassant I almost set him)Said to me in a weary way,
  • 167.  
    The little pink house is high on the hill
    And my heart is not what it used to be;It will kick up a fuss I know, but still
  • 168.  
    So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
    That did the world but know it,Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
  • 169.  
    He wrote a play; by day and night
    He strove with passion and delight;Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,
  • 170.  
    Since all that is was ever bound to be;
    Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind; And both the riddle and the answer find,
  • 171.  
    Why should I be the first to fall
    Of all the leaves on this old tree?Though sadly soon I know that all
  • 172.  
    Familiarity some claim
    Can breed contempt,So from it let it be your aim
  • 173.  
    In youth when oft my muse was dumb,
    My fancy nighly dead,To make my inspiration come
  • 174.  
    I know how father's strap would feel,
    If ever I were caught,So mother's jam I did not steal,
  • 175.  
    Being a shorty, as you see,
    A bare five footer,The why my wife is true to me
  • 176.  
    Up into the sky I stare;
    All the little stars I see;And I know that God is there
  • 177.  
    A Life Tragedy

  • 178.  
    Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
    My ultimate and dulcet home,That gently dreams above the chiding
  • 179.  
    When I am dead I will not care
    How future generations fare,For I will be so unaware.
  • 180.  
    Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere;
    My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand;I've twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there,
  • 181.  
    They thought I'd be a champion;
    They boasted loud of me.A dozen victories I'd won,
  • 182.  
    I like to look at fishermen
    And oftentimes I wishOne would be lucky now and then
  • 183.  
    Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern,
    And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to earn.For in some procreative way that isn't very clear,
  • 184.  
    (The Wounded Canadian Speaks)

  • 185.  
    I never kill a fly because
    I think that what we have of lawsTo regulate and civilize
  • 186.  
    On silver sand where ripples curled
    I counted sea-gulls seven;Shy, secret screened from all the world,
  • 187.  
    “I'll do the old dump in a day,”
    He told me in his brittle way.“Two more, I guess, I'll give to Rome
  • 188.  
    Because I was a wonton wild
    And welcomed many a lover,Who is the father of my child
  • 189.  
    Gas got me in the first World War,
    And all my mates at rest are laid.I felt I might survive them for
  • 190.  
    Said I: “See yon vast heaven shine,-
    What earthly sight diviner?Before such radiant Design
  • 191.  
    I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
    I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring,
  • 192.  
    As you gaze beyond the bay
    With such wanness in your eyes,You who have out-stayed your day,
  • 193.  
    Time, the Jester, jeers at you;
    Your life's a fleeting breath;Your birthday's flimsy I.O.U.
  • 194.  
    I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes
    In weary, woeful, waiting times;In doleful hours of battle-din,
  • 195.  
    ‘Come, see,' said he, ‘my four-foot shelf,
    A forty volume row;And every one I wrote myself,
  • 196.  
    To hell with Government I say;
    I'm sick of all the piddling pack.I'd like to scram, get clean away,
  • 197.  
    Although the Preacher be a bore,
    The Atheist is even more.
  • 198.  
    Gazing to gold seraph wing,
    With wistful wonder in my eyes,A blue-behinded ape, I swing
  • 199.  
    I sing of starry dreams come true,
    Of hopes fulfilled;Of rich reward beyond my due,
  • 200.  
    When your marrer bone seems ‘oller,
    And you're glad you ain't no taller, And you're all a-shakin' like you ‘ad the chills;
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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The Choice
 by Robert William Service

Some inherit manly beauty,
Some come into worldly wealth;
Some have lofty sense of duty,
Others boast exultant health.
Though the pick may be confusing,
Health, wealth, charm or character,
If you had the chance of choosing
Which would you prefer?
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