I'm trying to find poems on any/all of these subjects. All help greatly appreciated:

Hypocrisy
Pretention
Being Superficial
Lying

Thanks a lot.

Here's one on lying-

Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen

1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
4 And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
5 Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
6 But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
7 Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
8 Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

9 Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
10 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
11 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
12 And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
13 Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
14 As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

15 In all my dreams before my helpless sight
16 He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

17 If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
18 Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
19 And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
20 His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
21 If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
22 Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
23 Bitter as the cud
24 Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
25 My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
26 To children ardent for some desperate glory,
27 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
28 Pro patria mori


and one on pretension

The Sergeant's Weddin'
by Rudyard Kipling

'E was warned agin' 'er --
That's what made 'im look;
She was warned agin' 'im --
That is why she took.
'Wouldn't 'ear no reason,
'Went an' done it blind;
We know all about 'em,
They've got all to find!

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin' --
Give 'em one cheer more!
Grey gun-'orses in the lando,
An' a rogue is married to, etc.

What's the use o' tellin'
'Arf the lot she's been?
'E's a bloomin' robber,
~An'~ 'e keeps canteen.
'Ow did 'e get 'is buggy?
Gawd, you needn't ask!
'Made 'is forty gallon
Out of every cask!

Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut,
Count us filin' by --
Won't the Colonel praise 'is
Pop -- u -- lar -- i -- ty!
We 'ave scores to settle --
Scores for more than beer;
She's the girl to pay 'em --
That is why we're 'ere!

See the chaplain thinkin'?
See the women smile?
Twig the married winkin'
As they take the aisle?
Keep your side-arms quiet,
Dressin' by the Band.
Ho! You 'oly beggars,
Cough be'ind your 'and!

Now it's done an' over,
'Ear the organ squeak,
"~'Voice that breathed o'er Eden~" --
Ain't she got the cheek!
White an' laylock ribbons,
Think yourself so fine!
I'd pray Gawd to take yer
'Fore I made yer mine!

Escort to the kerridge,
Wish 'im luck, the brute!
Chuck the slippers after --
[Pity 'tain't a boot!]
Bowin' like a lady,
Blushin' like a lad --
'Oo would say to see 'em
Both is rotten bad?

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin' --
Give 'em one cheer more!
Grey gun-'orses in the lando,
An' a rogue is married to, etc.


pam

Unfortunate Coincidence --- Dorothy Parker

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Here's one on hypocrisy.

Statesmen, The
by Ambrose Bierce

How blest the land that counts among
Her sons so many good and wise,
To execute great feats of tongue
When troubles rise.

Behold them mounting every stump,
By speech our liberty to guard.
Observe their courage--see them jump,
And come down hard!

"Walk up, walk up!" each cries aloud,
"And learn from me what you must do
To turn aside the thunder cloud,
The earthquake too.

"Beware the wiles of yonder quack
Who stuffs the ears of all that pass.
I--I alone can show that black
Is white as grass."

They shout through all the day and break
The silence of the night as well.
They'd make--I wish they'd go and make--
Of Heaven a Hell.

A advocates free silver, B
Free trade and C free banking laws.
Free board, clothes, lodging would from me
Win wamr applause.

Lo, D lifts up his voice: "You see
The single tax on land would fall
On all alike." More evenly
No tax at all.

"With paper money," bellows E,
"We'll all be rich as lords." No doubt--
And richest of the lot will be
The chap without.

As many "cures" as addle-wits
Who know not what the ailment is!
Meanwhile the patient foams and spits
Like a gin fizz.

Alas, poor Body Politic,
Your fate is all too clearly read:
To be not altogether quick,
Nor very dead.

You take your exercise in squirms,
Your rest in fainting fits between.
'Tis plain that your disorder's worms--
Worms fat and lean.

Worm Capital, Worm Labor dwell
Within your maw and muscle's scope.
Their quarrels make your life a Hell,
Your death a hope.

God send you find not such an end
To ills however sharp and huge!
God send you convalesce! God send
You vermifuge

Love that Dorothy! (hey, long time, no see!)

pam

It doesn't take Dorothy too long to get to the point does it? I've just been lurking for a while, occasionally nodding knowingly.

and it's such a nice, sharp point, too!


"It's a small apartment, I've barely enough room to lay my hat
and a few friends."

On learning that Calvin Coolidge was dead she remarked,
"How could they tell?"

"Are you Dorothy Parker?" a guest at a party inquired.
"Yes, do you mind?"

"You can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think."

In a book review:
"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly.
It should be thrown aside with great force."

"I can't write five words but that I change seven."

"Brevity is the soul of lingerie."

"I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
After four I'm under my host!"

In the street once Dorothy approached a taxi.
"I'm engaged," the cabbie said.
"Then be happy," she told him.

Wasn't the Yale prom wonderful?
"If all the girls in attendance were laid end to end,"
she said, "I wouldn't be at all surprised."

"Look at him, a rhinestone in the rough."

"Salary is no object:
I want only enough to keep body and soul apart."

"You know, that woman speaks 18 languages,
and she can't say "no" in any of them."

"His body has gone to his head."

In a 1933 review of the play "The Lake" starring Katherine
Hepburn:"Miss Hepburn runs the gamut of emotions from A to B"


"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses."


Of the play "The House Beautiful":
"The House Beautiful is The Play Lousy."

Young man to Dorothy Parker: "I can't bear fools."
Dorothy Parker to young man: "Funny, your mother could."

Another book review:
"He is beyond question a writer of power; and his power lies in
his ability to make sex so thoroughly, graphically and
aggressively unattractive that one is fairly shaken to ponder
how little one has been missing."

pam

Damn! I wish I had said that!

I am looking for a poem called the legond of Sam Magee. I do not know the author eather . I need a copy of this poem.

It's probably this one by Robert Service:

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Les

"I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
After four I'm under my host!"


Pam - can you VERIFY that this is by Dorothy Parker? I've read where she said, "Another one of these [drinks] and I'll be under the host!" but I have not been able to confirm that she herself put it into rhyme.

Nigel Rees asked me about this, so if you know, you'll get credit on Quote/Unquote.

I remember this being looked for before- I found this on a webpage of Parker quotes. I don't have anything more accurate.

pam

The only thing else I found on Google was,


I like to have a martini.
Two at the very most.
After three, I'm under the table.
After four, I'm under my host!
-Annie Weisman


The Playwright?

Im trying to figure out the Title, Auther and where on the internet I can find this poem ASAP:

Blank
Was the expression she wore
Tears
She cried when she couldn't take it anymore
Alone
A mere stranger to the world
Dying
Is what she was inside
Lost
She always had to hide
Weak
Even when she gives it her all
Finished
She's not afraid to fall


Can you help? Thanks so much!!

Uh, Joy Anderson?

High -- the Annie Wiseman poem -- where did you find it?

That poem is often attributed to Dorothy Parker. Parker DID say, "Another one of these [martinis] and I'll be under the host"--but she didn't write the verse, and Nigel would like to know who did.

High -- the Annie Wiseman poem -- where did you find it?

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Not ekzackally a firm cite.

Firm enough. There is an Annie Weisman who writes comedies about women -- I'll drop her an email and ask her if she is the author.

i need help finding poems about being famous.
if you can give me som e websites, or some poems. that would be great.


thanx

Derek, here's one. You can find many more by typing "Poems about Fame" into your favorite search engine:

'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
And health and youth possessed me;
My goblets blushed from every vine,
And lovely forms caressed me;
I sunned my heart in beauty’ eyes,
And felt my soul grow tender;
All earth can give, or mortal prize,
Was mine of regal splendour.

I strive to number o’er what days
Remembrance can discover,
Which all that life or earth displays
Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day, there rolled no hour
Of pleasure unembittered;
And not a trapping decked my power
That galled not while it glittered.

The serpent of the field, by art
And spells, is won from harming;
But that which soils around the heart,
Oh! who hath power of charming?
It will not list to wisdom’s lore,
Nor music’s voice can lure it;
But there it stings for evermore
The soul that must endure it.

Les

Looking for a poem that has the phrase
"you are a child of the universe, be kind to yourself....

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms
with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others; even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your
business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high
ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is
perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden
misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be
gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life
keep peace with your soul

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy

MAX EHRMANN

Help

Who wrote this, any info on it

thanks

i left you in the morning,
and in the morning glow
you walked a way beside me
to make me sad to go.
do you know me in the gloaming,
gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
are you dumb because you know me not,
or dumb because you know?

Help

Who wrote this, any info on it

thanks

i left you in the morning,
and in the morning glow
you walked a way beside me
to make me sad to go.
do you know me in the gloaming,
gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
are you dumb because you know me not,
or dumb because you know?

ROBERT FROST, "Flower Gathering"

I LEFT you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.