Kipling Poems - Poems about Kipling

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...

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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...

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Rudyard Kiplng 'The English Flag' ______________________. ^ | || ...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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I 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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