I was born a dreamer. Still am. Always will be. It's a way to escape when the world gets too ugly. So, this evening I turned off the TV and thought about a way to get Trump out of my head.
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn't make any sense. --Rumi
:)
Would this be poetry?
A woodpecker sitting on a school room door.
He pecked and pecked until his pecker got sore!
He flew away with his pecker limp and sore.
I'll bet he won't peck on a school room door any more.
:haha: :tiphat:
Is that a personal creation Troll? ;D
Quote from: The Troll on February 04, 2017, 11:54:37 AM
Would this be poetry?
A woodpecker sitting on a school room door.
He pecked and pecked until his pecker got sore!
He flew away with his pecker limp and sore.
I'll bet he won't peck on a school room door any more.
:haha: :tiphat:
Sure. :smile:
As for me, I don't sit around reading poetry all the time, but every now and then I read something that seems just right. And that poem by Rumi exactly expressed my feelings at the time. The remarkable thing, to me, was that Rumi was a 13th century Persian Sunni Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi Mystic.
My favorite poem by Ogden Nash:
The cow is of the bovine ilk.
One end is moo,
The other milk.
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:lol: