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  • #1
    Shel Silverstein
    “Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #2
    Shel Silverstein
    “How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #3
    Shel Silverstein
    “Draw a crazy picture,
    Write a nutty poem,
    Sing a mumble-gumble song,
    Whistle through your comb.
    Do a loony-goony dance
    'Cross the kitchen floor,
    Put something silly in the world
    That ain't been there before.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #4
    Shel Silverstein
    “Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
    Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
    Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
    Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.
    Nobody helps when I get into a fight,
    Nobody does all my homework at night.
    Nobody misses me,
    Nobody cries,
    Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
    So, if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
    I'll stand up and tell you NOBODY is!
    But yesterday night I got quite a scare
    I woke up and Nobody just WASN'T there!
    I called out and reached for Nobody's hand,
    In the darkness where Nobody usually stands,
    Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
    But I found SOMEBODY each place that I looked.
    I seached till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
    There's no doubt about it-
    NOBODY'S GONE!!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #5
    Shel Silverstein
    “I will not play at tug o' war.
    I'd rather play at hug o' war,
    Where everyone hugs
    Instead of tugs,
    Where everyone giggles
    And rolls on the rug,
    Where everyone kisses,
    And everyone grins,
    And everyone cuddles,
    And everyone wins.”
    Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

  • #6
    Shel Silverstein
    “The Voice

    There is a voice inside of you
    That whispers all day long,
    "I feel this is right for me,
    I know that this is wrong."
    No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
    Or wise man can decide
    What's right for you--just listen to
    The voice that speaks inside.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #7
    Shel Silverstein
    “All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
    Layin' In The Sun,
    Talkin' 'Bout The Things
    They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done...
    But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
    All Ran Away And Hid
    From One Little Did.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #8
    Shel Silverstein
    “When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?”
    Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
    tags: lsd

  • #9
    Shel Silverstein
    “The Little Boy and the Old Man

    Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
    Said the old man, "I do that too."
    The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
    I do that too," laughed the little old man.
    Said the little boy, "I often cry."
    The old man nodded, "So do I."
    But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
    Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
    And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
    I know what you mean," said the little old man.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #10
    Shel Silverstein
    “Tell my I'm clever,
    Tell me I'm kind,
    Tell me I'm talented,
    Tell me I'm cute,
    Tell me I'm sensitive,
    Graceful and Wise
    Tell me I'm perfect--
    But tell me the TRUTH.”
    Shel Silverstein, Falling Up

  • #11
    Shel Silverstein
    “I asked the Zebra,
    are you black with white stripes?
    Or white with black stripes?
    And the zebra asked me,
    Are you good with bad habits?
    Or are you bad with good habits?
    Are you noisy with quiet times?
    Or are you quiet with noisy times?
    Are you happy with some sad days?
    Or are you sad with some happy days?
    Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
    Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
    And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
    I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes...again.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #12
    Shel Silverstein
    “So I'm all of love that could make it today.”
    Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

  • #13
    Shel Silverstein
    “True story
    This morning I jumped on my horse
    And went for a ride,
    And some wild outlaws chased me
    And shot me in the side.
    So I crawled into a wildcats cave
    To find a place to hide
    But some pirates found me sleeping there
    And soon they had me tied
    To a pole and built a fire
    Under me---I almost cried
    Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
    And begged to be my bride
    So I said id come back Wednesday
    But I must admit I lied.
    Then I ran into a jungle swamp
    But I forgot my guide
    And I stepped into some quicksand
    And no matter how hard I tried
    I couldn’t get out, until I met
    A watersnake named Clyde
    Who pulled me to some cannibals
    Who planned to have me fried
    But an eagle came and swooped me up
    And through the air we flied
    But he dropped me in a boiling lake
    A thousand miles wide
    And you’ll never guess what I did then---
    I DIED”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #14
    Shel Silverstein
    “The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #15
    Shel Silverstein
    “It was missing a piece.
    And it was not happy.
    So it set off in search
    of its missing piece.
    And as it rolled
    it sang this song - "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
    I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
    Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
    Lookin' for my missin' piece.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #16
    Shel Silverstein
    “Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.”
    Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

  • #17
    Shel Silverstein
    “Anything is possible. Anything can be.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #18
    Shel Silverstein
    “everything isn't everything”
    Shel Silverstein, Lafcadio, the Lion Who Shot Back

  • #19
    Shel Silverstein
    “Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
    Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
    Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
    And shared a conversation with the housefly
    in my bed.
    Once I heard and answered all the questions
    of the crickets,
    And joined the crying of each falling dying
    flake of snow,
    Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
    How did it go?
    How did it go?”
    Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

  • #20
    Shel Silverstein
    “No Difference

    Small as a peanut,
    Big as a giant,
    We're all the same size
    When we turn off the light.

    Rich as a sultan,
    Poor as a mite,
    We're all worth the same
    When we turn off the light.

    Red, black or orange,
    Yellow or white,
    We all look the same
    When we turn off the light.

    So maybe the way,
    To make everything right
    Is for god to just reach out
    And turn off the light!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #21
    Shel Silverstein
    “I've found my missin' piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I've found my missin' piece!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #22
    Shel Silverstein
    “Somebody has to go polish the stars,
    They're looking a little bit dull.
    Somebody has to go polish the stars,
    For the eagles and starlings and gulls
    Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,
    They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
    So please get your rags
    And your polishing jars,
    Somebody has to go polish the stars.”
    Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

  • #23
    Shel Silverstein
    “One day he said, "I'll tell this town
    How it feels to be an unfunny clown."
    And he told them all why he looked so sad,
    And he told them all why he felt so bad.
    He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,
    He told of Darkness in his soul,
    And after he finished his tale of woe,
    Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
    They laughed until they shook the trees...
    And while the world laughed outside.
    Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.”
    Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

  • #24
    Shel Silverstein
    “FROZEN DREAM

    I'll take the dream I had last night
    And put it in my freezer,
    So someday long and far away
    When I'm an old grey geezer,
    I'll take it out and thaw it out,
    This lovely dream I've frozen,
    And boil it up and sit me down
    A dip my old cold toes in.”
    Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

  • #25
    Shel Silverstein
    “There is a place where the sidewalk ends,
    And before the street begins,
    And there the grass grows soft and white,
    And there the sun burns crimson bright,
    And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
    To cool in the peppermint wind.”
    Shel Silverstein



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