re: it's National poetry day

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

My favorite poem was written in Latin by the ancient Roman poet Catullus.

Catullus mostly wrote love poetry, and his most famous poem was Thousand Kisses, but Catullus had detractors in his poetry, so he wrote this poem to two critics Aurelius and Furius.

Translated from Latin:

I’ll push your shite in and stuff your face--
Aurelius, you cocksucker; Furius, you little bitch--
since you think that my little poems
have gone soft and I must not be too upright!
It’s true; the devoted poet should stand erect
in his values, but not necessarily in his little
poems, which are truly witty and charming
when they're a little soft, and not too stiff,
but can still cause a little tingling--
I don't just mean for youth, but for hairy men
who can't make their own loins stand upright!
You! You read about my "many kisses"
and doubt I'm fully a man?
I’ll push your shite in and stuff your face.

This is one I call, "OweO running"



























The end

He is one weird dude
Some will say strange
His name is rocket31

quote:

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The should be 'Gods'...

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No, it shouldn't.

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.


I added Ms Brooks' subtitle to We Real Cool, I think it makes more sense to know it is about a bunch of young guys playing pool.

I love hooters,
Large and small,
I love tits,
I love em' all,
From barely Bs
To triple Js,
They all are welcome,
In my gaze,
So ladies, show them,
Free those breasts,
send us the jugs,
That we love best,
The only ones that aren't for me,
Are ones that I don't get to see.

Oral Sex Makes your Day . Anal Sex Makes your Whole Weak.

An original

Days gone past, but where have they gone
Are they forever forgotten
Exiled in some past consciousness
Or do they still exist in some distant memory
Experienced long ago by those long gone
Does time return to again relive what it has already played out
If the worlds a stage, has the stage always been
Recycling it's characters
Showcasing the same acts
The entirety of our being, every fear, every impossible hope, every misguided dream, every failed relationship
Destined to play an endless loop