Search

Search results

Cheerful, De Von Grady Hough, in English Clear filters

CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Paging Morpheus

The order calls for attention, At ten, at two, at five, And so frequently in between. Good gracious sakes alive! Bleary-eyed, I stumble out, Though I can barely creep; I'm just a brand new papa now, In need of one night's sleep.
CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Every Day Is Flag Day

Side by side, line after line, Numerous little flags of white — Soaked in borax, washed and rinsed, Unfurled in the dawn's early light. Before I finish with furling them up, Today's unfurling begins — Perhaps the stork and doctor were wise, In forgetting my order for twins.
CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Civilization

Civilized and diplomatic? Not completely yet, I fear, For so often I am tempted, Want to spit right in your ear. And sometimes, I say politely, "Won't you come again? Do, please," When I'd like to kick your shin-bones From your ankles to your knees. And, as you sit there babbling on, While I say, "You are such fun," Maybe I would like to grab you, Pull each hair out, one by one. Partly civilized but fearful, That veneering isn't stout, And I hope that you aren't with me When within breaks through without.
CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Silence

He's a friend, a pal, a partner; I like him fine. For he keeps his own opinions And I keep mine. We never argue politics, Nor gossip much, We never talk about the heat Or cold, and such. We have never told each other One single lie; For he is deaf and dumb, you see, And so am I.
CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Respite

Bills, bills, bills! Everybody wants my money, But what makes it all so funny, Is, I'm broker than a "hant." Bills, bills, bills! They all think I'm full of shekels As a country boy with freckles, And can pay them when I can't. Bills, bills, bills! If they knew of my condition, I would lack the inhibition Then to hold the pack at bay. Bills, bills, bills But as long as I don't mention, All I have is good intention, I'll be safe for one more day.
CheerfulDe Von Grady Hough

Beware!

I like my desk With papers thrown asunder, So I can hunt and plunder, And dig about down under The whole darn mess. Just leave my desk — Don't you dare attempt to clean it; It matters not who's seen it; Leave it alone; I mean it; No foolishness!

Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem

Or try: