Kipling Poems

Kipling in Kanha national park

man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid smiled within our hearts, 
as we drove through thick Sal, bamboo trees, 
with flowers and fruits in forest marts, 
bird species haggling for honey bees.

vast lakes and meadows with grazing

Rudyard Kipling

jungle book
the man who would be king
gunga din
captain courageous
Kipling’s work appealed to children
an innovator in art of short tory
free mason
warned against Nazi Germany

Emagi Kipling English Flag

Rudyard Kiplng 'The English Flag'

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Emagi Kipling If

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Clerihew Kipling

English poet Rudyrd Kiplng
'My Son Jack' a WWI ode did bring
Alsi known for for the poem 'If'
in a simple style never stiff

My Interpretation of If By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep calm when all around you,
Are frustrated, and angry with you,
Always believe in yourself, and be true,
Don’t be too proud, be positive with others too,
All good things come to those who wait,
Don’t ever listen to lies, that’s a fact,
Try to avoid being hated, don’t ever hate,
Do not show off, and from yourself

If-- For An Immature Age

“IF—”
for an Immature Age

If you can damn a warm January day
  As part and parcel of a worldwide curse,
And not let the ignorance in you pipe up and say
  “Well, for winter, we could do a lot worse!”;
If instead you long for the renewing snows
  Because they’re more needed than weather mild,
Feeling

Defeat, My Defeat - From Masters

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Think - but don't make THINKING "your aim" -
"Don't look too good ... or lose common touch"
I learned from past masters, one name
Is Kipling. Khalil Gibran. Thanks. Much!

II
He called defeat his "bold companion," 
To be understood "is to be leveled," without
"Defeat, My Defeat," he owned loss & gain;
Life & death. Prepared to dig graves within

In the Image of Dust To Dust, Kipling Tribute Poem

In The Image Of Dust To Dust,
 Kipling tribute poem

In the image of dust to dust
    rests the dark mankind fears
      yet in its horrors, face we must
  loss, decay- buckets of our tears

as crestfallen as such may be
   in life-  love may

In the Shadows Beyond the Lights, Tribute Poem- Rudyard Kipling

In The Shadows Beyond The Lights, 
Tribute poem- Rudyard Kipling

 
In the shadows beyond the lights

Poe's curse,  Raven's dark flights

A land, far beyond sinking moon

Loss and sorrows brought too soon

Groans of our dying mortal coils

Greed for greater earthen spoils

Accursed abyss, blacken Hell

Falling under evil spell.

 

Wherein the heart's joys are so brief

Stealing away like

If I'D Picked Up a Snooker Cue

If I’d picked up a snooker cue, when I picked up a pen;
and then gone on to build a break of eight or nine or ten.

If I had only listened more to those who understand;
who told me not to play the game by using just one hand.

If I’d just watched Big Break much more, instead

Rudyard Kipling

If inferno flames are melting your spirit. 
Causing gapping wounds of disappointments developing infections. 
Pus oozing oppression, odor of deception. 
Swathed in agony dressings. 

 If you’ve been cloaked in sheets bearing the logo of minority 
While walking in the majority
Ear marked with inferior wages projected for projects,
brainwashed into thinking we’re self sufficient. 
Stamped on

Homage To Kipling

Do you ever ponder on the purpose of life?
wonder why things turn out the way they do?
ever look back and think I did that wrongly?
then go and make exactly the same mistake?

("If you can dream- and not make dreams your master
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and

Bloody Muddy Monday (With Apologies To Rudyard Kipling & Alfred Tennyson)

Assailed upon all sides; trapped, like a rat without his cheese.
Though I wore quite fancy shoes, there were no socks upon my feet,
When I fought the heathens and, met defeat, at the Pillar Of Muhamete.
Through a wall of living flesh I hacked; my trusty hatchet, my only tool.
On a bloody muddy Monday morning, before the

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