Leisure poem

What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows

No time to stand amongst a crowd
And stare interminably when proud

A poor life this is, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

My chosen poem: If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
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 Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943)

Flattering poem

Shall I compare thee to a movie during the day?
You are more relaxing and more lazy,
More thrilling and entertaining a way;
To spike my imagination and amaze me;
It seems only a fleeting moment when I watch one,
And I have seen so many of these stories before,
And what actor compares to you? None!
It is at most a fantasy at its core,
You are like my very own Batman,
Though with more love and care;
Doing more than he can;
Even more righteous and fair;
You know better than an em-path how I feel,
And what’s more … You are real.

BIO Poem

I Robin

Eternal learner, dutiful daughter
Sibling of a survivor,
Lover of enjoyment and comfort

Who feels content in life
Who needs everything yet nothing
Who fears injustice
Who would like to see a fruitful future at home and work

Am a resident of Earth

Welcome to my poem.