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Best Famous Requirements Poems

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Written by Pam Ayres | Create an image from this poem

Woodland Burial

Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall
Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all,
Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold
Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold.
There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree
To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.
The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way
To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay.
To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done
I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun.

© Pam Ayres 2012
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Written by Ogden Nash | Create an image from this poem

Come On In The Senility Is Fine

 People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
From that point on you start looking both ways over your shoulder,
Because sometimes you feel thirty years younger and sometimes
thirty years older.
Now you begin to realize who it was that reached the height of
imbecility,
It was whoever said that grandparents have all the fun and none of
the responsibility.
This is the most enticing spiderwebs of a tarradiddle ever spun,
Because everybody would love to have a baby around who was no
responsibility and lots of fun,
But I can think of no one but a mooncalf or a gaby
Who would trust their own child to raise a baby.
So you have to personally superintend your grandchild from diapers
to pants and from bottle to spoon,
Because you know that your own child hasn't sense enough to come
in out of a typhoon.
You don't have to live forever to become a grampa, but if you do
want to live forever,
Don't try to be clever;
If you wish to reach the end of the trail with an uncut throat,
Don't go around saying Quote I don't mind being a grampa but I
hate being married to a gramma Unquote.
Written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Create an image from this poem

From ‘The Soul's Travelling'

 God, God! 
With a child’s voice I cry, 
Weak, sad, confidingly— 
God, God! 
Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up 
Unto Thy love (as none of ours are), droop 
As ours, o’er many a tear! 
Thou knowest, though Thy universe is broad, 
Two little tears suffice to cover all: 
Thou knowest, Thou, who art so prodigal 
Of beauty, we are oft but stricken deer 
Expiring in the woods—that care for none 
Of those delightsome flowers they die upon. 

O blissful Mouth which breathed the mournful breath 
We name our souls, self-spoilt!—by that strong passion 
Which paled Thee once with sighs,—by that strong death 
Which made Thee once unbreathing—from the wrack 
Themselves have called around them, call them back, 
Back to Thee in continuous aspiration! 
For here, O Lord, 
For here they travel vainly,—vainly pass 
From city-pavement to untrodden sward, 
Where the lark finds her deep nest in the grass 
Cold with the earth’s last dew. Yea, very vain 
The greatest speed of all these souls of men 
Unless they travel upward to the throne 
Where sittest THOU, the satisfying ONE, 
With help for sins and holy perfectings 
For all requirements—while the archangel, raising 
Unto Thy face his full ecstatic gazing, 
Forgets the rush and rapture of his wings.
Written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Create an image from this poem

A Mans Requirements

 I 

Love me Sweet, with all thou art, 
Feeling, thinking, seeing; 
Love me in the lightest part, 
Love me in full being. 

II 

Love me with thine open youth 
In its frank surrender; 
With the vowing of thy mouth, 
With its silence tender. 

III 

Love me with thine azure eyes, 
Made for earnest grantings; 
Taking colour from the skies, 
Can Heaven's truth be wanting? 

IV 

Love me with their lids, that fall 
Snow-like at first meeting; 
Love me with thine heart, that all 
Neighbours then see beating. 

V 

Love me with thine hand stretched out 
Freely -- open-minded: 
Love me with thy loitering foot, -- 
Hearing one behind it. 

VI 

Love me with thy voice, that turns 
Sudden faint above me; 
Love me with thy blush that burns 
When I murmur 'Love me!' 

VII 

Love me with thy thinking soul, 
Break it to love-sighing; 
Love me with thy thoughts that roll 
On through living -- dying. 

VIII 

Love me in thy gorgeous airs, 
When the world has crowned thee; 
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, 
With the angels round thee. 

IX 

Love me pure, as muses do, 
Up the woodlands shady: 
Love me gaily, fast and true, 
As a winsome lady. 

X 

Through all hopes that keep us brave, 
Farther off or nigher, 
Love me for the house and grave, 
And for something higher. 

XI 

Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear, 
Woman's love no fable, 
I will love thee -- half a year -- 
As a man is able.
Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

I cannot be ashamed

 I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer --
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty

And I cannot be proud
Because a Height so high
Involves Alpine
Requirements
And Services of Snow.



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