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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by 84gmcjimmy, Mar 4, 2005.
and is there anymore like it?
that didn't copy over too wel...
Robert W. Service is the author. My father knows this poem and "The Face On The Bar Room Floor" by memory he used to recite them to me at bedtime when I was a kid.
Another great Poem is "I have A Renezvous With Death" By Alan Seeger
"The Face On The Bar Room Floor is By H.A. D'Arey
alright thanks! I will google those tonight to find them.
Rendezvous with Death
121.*"I Have a Rendezvous with Death"
I HAVE a rendezvous with Death *
At some disputed barricade, *
When Spring comes back with rustling shade *
And apple-blossoms fill the air— *
I have a rendezvous with Death *********5
When Spring brings back blue days and fair. *
It may be he shall take my hand *
And lead me into his dark land *
And close my eyes and quench my breath— *
It may be I shall pass him still. **10
I have a rendezvous with Death *
On some scarred slope of battered hill, *
When Spring comes round again this year *
And the first meadow-flowers appear. *
God knows 'twere better to be deep **15
Pillowed in silk and scented down, *
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, *
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, *
Where hushed awakenings are dear... *
But I've a rendezvous with Death **20
At midnight in some flaming town, *
When Spring trips north again this year, *
And I to my pledged word am true, *
I shall not fail that rendezvous. *
Face On The Bar Room Floor
The Face On The Bar-Room Floor
by H. A. D'Arey
'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there,
Which well nigh filled Joe's bar-room, on the corner of the square;
And as songs and witty stories came thru the open door,
A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor.
"Where did it come from?" some one said. The wind has blown it in."
"What does it want?" another cried. "Some whisky, rum or gin?"
"Here, Toby sic' him, if your stomach's equal to the work
I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's filthy as a Turk."
This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace;
In fact he smiles, as tho he thought he's struck the proper place,
"Come boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd-
To be in such good company would make a deacon proud.
"Give me a drink-that's what I want- I'm out of funds, you know,
When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow,
What? You laugh as tho you thought this pocket never held a sou,
I once was fixt as well my boys, as any one of you.
"There, thanks; that's braced me up nicely; God bless you one and all;
Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call.
Give you a song? No, I can't do that, my singing days are past;
My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out, and my longs are going fast.
"Say!! Give me another whiskey, and I'll tell you what I'll do-
I'll tell you a funny story, and a fact; I promise, too.
That I ever was a decent man, not one of you would think;
But I was, some four or five years back, Say, give me another drink.
"Fill her up Joe' I wan to put some life into my frame-
Such little drinks, to a bum like me, are miserably tame;
Five fingers-there, that's the scheme- and corking whisky too.
Well, her's luck, boys; and landlord, my best regards to you.
"You've treated me pretty kindly, and I'd like to tell you how
I came to be the dirty sot you see before you now.
As I told you, once I was a man, with muscle, frame and health.
And but a blunder, ought to have made considerable wealth.
"I was a painter-not one that daubed on bricks and wood,
But an artist, and, for my age, was rated pretty good.
I worked hard at my canvas, and was bidding fair to rise,
For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes.
I made a picture, perhaps you've seen, 'tis called the "Chase of Fame."
It brought me fifteen hundred pounds, and added to my name.
And then I met a woman-now comes the funny part-
With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart.
"Why don't you laugh? "tis funny that the vagabond you see,
Could ever love a woman, and expect her love for me;
But 'twas so, and for a month or two her smiles were freely given,
And when her loving lips touched mine it carried me to heaven.
"Boys , did you ever see a woman, for whom your soul you'd give,
With a form like the Milo Venus too beautiful to live;
With eyes that would beat the Koor-i-noor, and a wealth of chestnut hair?
If so 'twas she, for the there never was another half so fair.
"I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May,
Of a fair haired boy, a friend of mine, who lived across the way,
And madeline admired it, and much to my surprise,
Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes.
"It didn't take long to know him, and before the month had flown
My friend had stole my darling, and I was left alone;
And ere a year of misery had past above my head,
The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished, and was dead.
"That's why I took to drink, boys. Why I never saw you smile,
I thought you'd be amused, and laughing all the while.
Why, what's the matter, friend? There's a tear drop in your eye,
Come, laugh, like me; 'tis only babes and women that should cry.
"Say, boys, if you give me just another whisky, I'll be glad,
And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad.
Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score-
You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the bar room floor."
Another drink, and with chalk in hand, the vagabond began
To sketch a face that might buy the soul of any man.
Then as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,
With fearful shriek, he leaped and fell, across the picture, dead.
I'll save them on my computer!
Here I sit, brokenhearted
Bleeding, broken, soul departed
Will my remaining eye yet see
What will now become of me
I remember when we use to do puzzles or play cards with my Grandfather, my Mom and him would sit there all night switching off his poems from memory, I think they knew them all. I guess its my turn to learn them.
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