The Summer Day

[3rdnlng]

12 minutes ago, Foxx said:

you ought to drink Folgers everyday. this is up there with possibly the best thing to ever fall off your finger tips.

Blind squirrel? Low bar? Sometimes he nails it?

[whatdrought]

I thought this was a poetry thread, not a wall thread.

[3rdnlng]

4 minutes ago, whatdrought said:

I thought this was a poetry thread, not a wall thread.

Satisfied?

 

Mending Wall

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs.  The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side.  It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors?  Isn’t it
Where there are cows?  But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.'  I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself.  I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'

From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.

From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Co

[Foxx]

15 minutes ago, 3rdnlng said:

Blind squirrel? Low bar? Sometimes he nails it?

more like a stopped clock type thing....

[/dev/null]

32 minutes ago, whatdrought said:

I thought this was a poetry thread, not a wall thread.

 

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

[DC Tom]

7 hours ago, /dev/null said:

 

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

 

I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
When I kill all the whities I see, then whitey he won’t bother me,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
Then I’ll get a white woman who’s wearing a navy blue sweater...

[Koko78]

I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do

I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need no religion
I don't need a thing from you

I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you

Just go
Die mother ***** die mother ***** die

[The_Dude]

....I went to work for her that summer

 

A teenage kid so far from home 

 

she was a lonely widow woman

 

....hellbent to make it on her own 

10 minutes ago, DC Tom said:

 

I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
When I kill all the whities I see, then whitey he won’t bother me,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
Then I’ll get a white woman who’s wearing a navy blue sweater...

 

Then I shall get a rifle and shoot you from a far greater distance than you can shoot me. 

[DC Tom]

3 minutes ago, The_Dude said:

....I went to work for her that summer

 

A teenage kid so far from home 

 

she was a lonely widow woman

 

....hellbent to make it on her own 

 

Then I shall get a rifle and shoot you from a far greater distance than you can shoot me. 

 

You are seriously stupid.

[The_Dude]

2 minutes ago, DC Tom said:

 

You are seriously stupid.

 

....I’m a student of the American way of war. Now if you’ll excuse me. 

 

Wheat fields as as far as I could see. 

 

Something, both needing something from

eachother 

 

something as far as I could see 

 

something 

 

hands of leather

[DC Tom]

 

[outsidethebox]

Hey Hey Ho Ho Donald Trump has got to go!

 

NO TRUMP!!!!

NO KKK!!!!!

NO FASCIST USA!!!!!!!

 

Say it loud!!!!

Say it clear!!!!!

Refugees are welcome here!!!!

 

?

[The_Dude]

5 minutes ago, DC Tom said:

 

 

Hows about you just kill your self. 

[B-Man]

If you can keep your head

when all about you men are losing theirs
and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowances for their doubting, too.
If you can wait but not be tired of 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 but 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 imposters 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 them 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 to hold on when there is nothing in you
but the will that 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 60 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.

[boyst]

When did poetry become such *****?  Seriously. Maya Angelou is the epitome of ***** poetry and the downfall of what has become the norm