401. Old Scout Is it because I'm bent and grey,
Though wearing rather well,That I can slickly get away
402. Old Sweethearts Oh Maggie, do you mind the day
We went to school together,And as we stoppit by the way
403. Old Tom The harridan who holds the inn
At which I toss a pot,Is old and uglier than sin,-
404. Old Trouper I was Mojeska's leading man
And famous parts I used to play,But now I do the best I can
405. Ommission What man has not betrayed
Some sacred trust?If haply you are made
406. On The Boulevard Oh, it's pleasant sitting here,
Seeing all the people pass;You beside your bock of beer,
407. On The Wire O God, take the sun from the sky!
It's burning me, scorching me up.God, can't You hear my cry?
408. Only A Boche We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie;
For what's the use of risking one's skin for a tyke that's going to die?What's the use of tearing him loose under a gruelling fire,
409. Orphan School Full fifty merry maids I heard
One summer morn a-singing;And each was like a joyous bird
410. Our Daily Bread “Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,When all is done and said,
411. Our Hero “Flowers, only flowers-bring me dainty posies,
Blossoms for forgetfulness,” that was all he said;So we sacked our gardens, violets and roses,
412. Our Pote A pote is sure a goofy guy;
He ain't got guts like you or I To tell the score;
413. Over The Parapet All day long when the shells sail over
I stand at the sandbags and take my chance;But at night, at night I'm a reckless rover,
414. Pantheist Lolling on a bank of thyme
Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . .
415. Patches Mother focused with a frown
The part of me where I sit down.Said she: “Your pants are wearing through;
416. Pavement Poet God's truth! these be the bitter times.
In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes,And hold my battered hat for dimes.
417. Pedlar Pedlar's coming down the street,
Housewives beat a swift retreat.Don't you answer to the bell;
418. Perfection If I could practise what I preach,
Of fellows there would few be finer;If I were true to what I teach
419. Periods My destiny it is tonight
To sit with pensive browBeside my study fire and write
420. Picture Dealer There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,And hung them in my galley
421. Pilgrims For oh, when the war will be over
We'll go and we'll look for our dead;We'll go when the bee's on the clover,
422. Pipe Smoker Because I love the soothing weed
And am of sober type,I'd choose me for a friend in need
423. Playboy I greet the challenge of the dawn
With weary, bleary eyes;Into the sky so ashen wan
424. Plebeian Plutocrat I own a gorgeous Cadillac,
A chauffeur garbed in blue;And as I sit behind his back
425. Poet And Peer They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;
The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord;
426. Poet’s Path My garden hath a slender path
With ivy overgrown,A secret place where once would pace
427. Politeness The English and the French were met
Upon the field of future battle;The foes were formidably set
428. Pooch Nurse, won't you let him in?
He's barkin' an' scratchen' the door,Makin' so dreffel a din
429. Poor Cock Robin My garden robin in the Spring
Was rapturous with glee,And followed me with wistful wing
430. Poor Kid Mumsie and Dad are raven dark
And I am lily blonde.‘'Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark,
431. Poor Peter Blind Peter Piper used to play
All up and down the city;I'd often meet him on my way,
432. Poor Poet ‘A man should write to please himself,'
He proudly said.Well, see his poems on the shelf,
433. Portent Courage mes gars:
La guerre est proche.
434. Portrait Painter, would you make my picture?
Just forget the moral stricture. Let me sit
435. Post Office Romance The lady at the corner wicket
Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it,And on the envelope to stick it;
436. Pragmatic When young I was an Atheist,
Yea, pompous as a pigeonNo opportunity I missed
437. Prayer You talk o' prayer an' such-
Well, I jest don't know how;I guess I got as much
438. Prelude In youth I gnawed life's bitter rind
And shared the rugged lotOf fellows rude and unrefined,
439. Premonition 'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
(Oh, I remember so well, so well);I walked with my love in a sea of light,
440. Priscilla Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire,
Driving a red-meat bus out there-How did he win his Croix de Guerre?
441. Privacy Oh you who are shy of the popular eye,
(Though most of us seek to survive it)Just think of the goldfish who wanted to die
442. Procreation It hurts my pride that I should be
The issue of a night of lust;Yet even Bishops, you'll agree,
443. Profane Poet Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanityIf you should choose to label me
444. Property The red-roofed house of dream design
Looks three ways on the sea;For fifty years I've made it mine,
445. Pullman Porter The porter in the Pullman car
Was charming, as they sometimes are.He scanned my baggage tags: “Are you
446. Quatrains One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,
To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee-the choice is thine, is thine,
447. Ragetty Doll Rosemary has of dolls a dozen,
Yet she disdains them all;While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin
448. Raising The Flag Behold! the Spanish flag they're raising
Before the Palace courtyard gate;To watch its progress bold and blazing
449. Red-Tiled Roof Poets may praise a wattle thatch
Doubtfully waterproof;Let me uplift my lowly latch
450. Regret It's not for laws I've broken
That bitter tears I've wept,But solemn vows I've spoken
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service
Poem of the day
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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