Best Irving Poems

When you look at me, my heart begins to float.
All the world seems bright and gay.
There's not another one could take your place.
You make me...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond...

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To the rock
   That wished to fly
   Like a butterfly 

   Sent skipping along
   The mirrored sky
...

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The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There...

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It is not new. The thirteen families, and Freemasons have been plotting for hundreds of years. Here are the thirteen families that make up the...

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When blossoms fall
From the tree of life
Their ash will feed its roots
And bloom away the strife 
These ambassadors of hearts and smiles 
And handshakes
These caretakers...

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"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They...

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When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verbing verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces
ambiguously written 
about my sons,
to my oldest son's girlfriend.

The longer I read
the...

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“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They...

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OLD MAN’S LAMENT

Poor irving Berlin –
“Put on your Easter bonnet
And frills upon it” -
Wouldn’t he get just deathly ill
At today’s Easter Parade

There are no bonnets
Instead...

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I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas ,
Just like the ones , I'll never know 
With no children screechin
Or pastor preachin
Of where all sinners surely go...

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Quote by IRVING BERLIN



I knew you as a brilliant light
Shimmering joy, hope and insight
Laughing with wonder at the stars
Breathing a smile through our memoirs

Your song...

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Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain
Of someone most deserving
Of Sunnyside, his proud domain.
His name? Washington Irving.

He also wrote a tale of note
About one Rip Van...

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The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To...

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