Poem : A Poets Life

I read and wrote and joked and pondered

Inevitably I found myself occasionally wandered

Those who wander are not always lost

And so I consoled my earthly Faust

Sometimes the good guys win and place first

In an uncharectristic improbable late blooming burst

Predicting God‘s plan for yourself

Is like predicting who and if there is a God

No dearth of contradictions,

Self doubting logic brought.

Thanks for reading, hope it was worth your time

I am medium sized poet, with a mediocre chime

And sometimes you yourself may feel blue

Its your own time to waste, and remember that’s true.

Before I leave or you have left

Ponder once more what this moment brought

Summarizing once more a poets life

In an age of blogs, tweets and promotional strife

I am dying of a disease called life

Friends and Family are protective still

My medication helps but will only stall the end

My stubborn body awaits my soul upwards to send

I have lived not too long nor too short it will be

Fought battles some planned some momentarily

Made friends and loved ah so well

On the whole it was rather interesting to dwell

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The White Man's Burden-Poem

Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden

Take up the White Man’s burden–Send forth the best ye breed–

Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need;

To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild–

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–In patience to abide,

To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride;

By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain

To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.

Take up the White Man’s burden– The savage wars of peace–

Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought,

Watch sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden–No tawdry rule of kings,

But toil of serf and sweeper–The tale of common things.

The ports ye shall not enter,The roads ye shall not tread,

Go mark them with your living,And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man’s burden–And reap his old reward:

The blame of those ye better,The hate of those ye guard–

The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:–

“Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden–Ye dare not stoop to less–

Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloke your weariness;

By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do,

The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden– Have done with childish days–

The lightly proferred laurel, The easy, ungrudged praise.

Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years

Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers!

This famous poem, written by Britain‘s imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.(published in 1899)

source

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/kipling.html

The White Man’s Burden-Poem