10 Best Famous Attentions Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Attentions poems. This is a select list of the best famous Attentions poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Attentions poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of attentions poems.

• All Famous Attentions Poems

 Let's straighten this out, my little man,
And reach an agreement if we can.
I entered your door as an honored guest.
My shoes are shined and my trousers are pressed,
And I won't stretch out and read you the funnies
And I won't pretend that we're Easter bunnies.
If you must get somebody down on the floor,
What in the hell are your parents for?
I do not like the things that you say
And I hate the games that you want to play.
No matter how frightfully hard you try,
We've little in common, you and I.
The interest I take in my neighbor's nursery
Would have to grow, to be even cursory,
And I would that performing sons and nephews
Were carted away with the daily refuse,
And I hold that frolicsome daughters and nieces
Are ample excuse for breaking leases.
You may take a sock at your daddy's tummy
Or climb all over your doting mummy,
But keep your attentions to me in check,
Or, sonny boy, I will wring your neck.
A happier man today I'd be
Had someone wrung it ahead of me.

 Feast on wine or fast on water 
And your honour shall stand sure, 
God Almighty's son and daughter 
He the valiant, she the pure; 
If an angel out of heaven 
Brings you other things to drink, 
Thank him for his kind attentions, 
Go and pour them down the sink. 

Tea is like the East he grows in, 
A great yellow Mandarin 
With urbanity of manner 
And unconsciousness of sin; 
All the women, like a harem, 
At his pig-tail troop along; 
And, like all the East he grows in, 
He is Poison when he's strong. 

Tea, although an Oriental, 
Is a gentleman at least; 
Cocoa is a cad and coward, 
Cocoa is a vulgar beast, 
Cocoa is a dull, disloyal, 
Lying, crawling cad and clown, 
And may very well be grateful 
To the fool that takes him down. 

As for all the windy waters, 
They were rained like tempests down 
When good drink had been dishonoured 
By the tipplers of the town; 
When red wine had brought red ruin 
And the death-dance of our times, 
Heaven sent us Soda Water 
As a torment for our crimes.

 During the war, I was in China.
Every night we blew the world to hell.
The sky was purple and yellow
like his favorite shirt.

I was in India once
on the Ganges in a tourist boat.
There were soldiers,
some women with parasols.
A dead body floated by
going in the opposite direction.
My son likes this story
and requests it each year at Thanksgiving.

When he was twelve,
there was an accident.
He almost went blind.
For three weeks he lay in the hospital,
his eyes bandaged.
He did not like visitors,
but if they came
he'd silently hold their hand as they talked.

Small attentions
are all he requires.
Tell him you never saw anyone
so adept 
at parallel parking.

Still, your life will not be easy.
Just look in the drawer where he keeps his socks.
Nothing matches. And what's the turtle shell
doing there, or the map of the moon,
or the surgeon's plastic model of a take-apart heart?

You must understand --
he doesn't see the world clearly.
Once he screamed, "The woods are on fire!"
when it was only a blue cloud of insects
lifting from the trees.

But he's a good boy.
He likes to kiss 
and be kissed.
I remember mornings
he would wake me, stroking my whiskers
and kissing my hand.

He'll tell you -- and it's true --
he prefers the green of your eyes
to all the green life 
of heaven and earth.

 This Dust, and its Feature --
Accredited -- Today --
Will in a second Future --
Cease to identify --

This Mind, and its measure --
A too minute Area
For its enlarged inspection's
Comparison -- appear --

This World, and its species
A too concluded show
For its absorbed Attention's
Remotest scrutiny --

 O WAT ye wha that lo’es me
 And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that lo’es me,
 As dews o’ summer weeping,
 In tears the rosebuds steeping!


Chorus.—O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
 My lassie ever dearer;
O she’s the queen o’ womankind,
 And ne’er a ane to peer her.


If thou shalt meet a lassie,
 In grace and beauty charming,
That e’en thy chosen lassie,
 Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
 Had ne’er sic powers alarming;
 O that’s the lassie, &c.


If thou hadst heard her talking,
 And thy attention’s plighted,
That ilka body talking,
 But her, by thee is slighted,
 And thou art all delighted;
 O that’s the lassie, &c.


If thou hast met this Fair One,
 When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other Fair One
 But her, thou hast deserted,
 And thou art broken-hearted,
 O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
 My lassie ever dearer;
 O that’s the queen o’ womankind,
 And ne’er a ane to peer her.