Maybe we can add another art medium: Poetry weekend:

[Mr. Potter]

This is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can -
Lest the song get out of hand.

Nobody loves a genius child.

Can you love an eagle,
Tame or wild?
Can you love an eagle,
Wild or tame?
Can you love a monster
Of frightening name?

Nobody loves a genius child.


Langston Hughes

Shabbat Shalom

 

[91Joe95]

 

[Thorndike2021]

The Tragedy of the Leaves
by Charles Bukowski

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled corpses
surrounded me with their uselessness;
the sun was still good, though,
and my landlady's note cracked in fine and
undemanding yellowness; what was needed now
was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester
with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd
because it exists, nothing more;
I shaved carefully with an old razor
the man who had once been young and
said to have genius; but
that's the tragedy of the leaves,
the dead ferns, the dead plants;
and I walked into a dark hall
where the landlady stood
execrating and final,
sending me to hell,
waving her fat, sweaty arms
and screaming
screaming for rent
because the world had failed us
both.

 

[fairgambit]

Ode to a Dandelion.
...by fairgambit.

Dandelion I dread to see you growing in my lawn.
Oh how I look forward to winter, and the days when you'll be gone.
Your yellow flowers bring despair, of this there is no doubt.
For they signify long hours, of trying to pull you out.
I've tried so hard to stop you, but you just continue to grow.
The only thing left for me to do, is kneel down and pray for snow.

 

[91Joe95]

The Tragedy of the Leaves
by Charles Bukowski

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled corpses
surrounded me with their uselessness;
the sun was still good, though,
and my landlady's note cracked in fine and
undemanding yellowness; what was needed now
was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester
with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd
because it exists, nothing more;
I shaved carefully with an old razor
the man who had once been young and
said to have genius; but
that's the tragedy of the leaves,
the dead ferns, the dead plants;
and I walked into a dark hall
where the landlady stood
execrating and final,
sending me to hell,
waving her fat, sweaty arms
and screaming
screaming for rent
because the world had failed us
both.

That's beautiful.

 

[Classof09]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Bob hates us,
This scone is for you.

 

[91Joe95]

Ode to a Dandelion.
...by fairgambit.

Dandelion I dread to see you growing in my lawn.
Oh how I look forward to winter, and the days when you'll be gone.
Your yellow flowers bring despair, of this there is no doubt.
For they signify long hours, of trying to pull you out.
I've tried so hard to stop you, but you just continue to grow.
The only thing left for me to do, is kneel down and pray for snow.

Don't pull, it leaves the root system. Put a drop of roundup on it. Don't spray, use a targeted drop.

 

[WDLion]

Ode to a Dandelion.
...by fairgambit.

Dandelion I dread to see you growing in my lawn.
Oh how I look forward to winter, and the days when you'll be gone.
Your yellow flowers bring despair, of this there is no doubt.
For they signify long hours, of trying to pull you out.
I've tried so hard to stop you, but you just continue to grow.
The only thing left for me to do, is kneel down and pray for snow.

I'm a dandelion worst nightmare.

 

[LionJim]

X

 

[LionJim]

X

 

[91Joe95]

X

One more and you've got a porno.

BTW, X is soft porn. XXX is hard-core porn. What was XX supposed to be? Anyone know?

 

[LionJim]

One more and you've got a porno.

BTW, X is soft porn. XXX is hard-core porn. What was XX supposed to be? Anyone know?

That was funny. I found a terrific video but it refused to link.

 

[BobPSU92]

I saw the thread title at first as, “Maybe we can add another art museum”.

 

[91Joe95]

Don't pull, it leaves the root system. Put a drop of roundup on it. Don't spray, use a targeted drop.

I forgot to add, the proper outerwear is critical to sneaking up on that most despicable and crafty of the weeds.

 

[91Joe95]

I saw the thread title at first as “Maybe we need another art museum”.

This thread belongs in a museum - a high priced one.

 

[Thorndike2021]

Figures. Potter and I try to class the place up a little, and you monkeys run in and start throwing your turds at each other. *smirk*

 

[Classof09]

Figures. Potter and I try to class the place up a little, and you monkeys run in and start throwing your turds at each other. *smirk*

Reminds me of a phrase my grandfather frequently said - ‘can’t have anything nice with all you idiots around here’.

 

[BW Lion]

Ode to a Dandelion.
...by fairgambit.

Dandelion I dread to see you growing in my lawn.
Oh how I look forward to winter, and the days when you'll be gone.
Your yellow flowers bring despair, of this there is no doubt.
For they signify long hours, of trying to pull you out.
I've tried so hard to stop you, but you just continue to grow.
The only thing left for me to do, is kneel down and pray for snow.

Ogden Nash says they now have herbicides to treat your problem.

 

[BW Lion]

X

Jeebzus Tommy,

How many misposts do you need?

 

[91Joe95]

Jeebzus Tommy,

How many misposts do you need?

None if he had a delete button.

 

[Connorpozlee]

Edge​

BY SYLVIA PLATH
The woman is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

 

[Nitwit]

I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than beer
The brew that Joe’s bar has on tap
With golden base and snowy cap
The foamy stuff I drink all day
Until my memory melts away
Anyone can make a poem I fear
But only Schlitz can make a beer

Memorized from a Mad Magazine from sometime in my youth about 50 years ago

 

[CVLion]

Anyone know any good poems about Nantucket?

 

[rudedude]

This one is for BobPSU92

 

[LionJim]

Liam Neeson does Yeats’s Easter 1916.

Easter, 1916 - Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org

 

[Woodpecker]

There once was a girl named Anheuser,
who said that no man could surprise her.
But Pabst took a chance,
found the Schlitz in her pants,
and now she is sadder Budweiser.

 

[Keyser Soze 16802]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Art museum's a joke
Eric Barron is too

 

[Nitt1300]

There was a man from Millinocket ...

 

[Midnighter]

Edge​

BY SYLVIA PLATH
The woman is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

Plath is f*cking dark man.

 

[LionJim]

It’s a point of pride to me personally that Coach Paterno majored in Literature in college. When I graduated from not-PSU I chose Browning’s “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?” to be my epigraph in the yearbook. At that time I had no idea that this was one of Coach Paterno’s own favorite quotes. Believe me, in my time I’ve used this little fact to get some inspiration.

 

[CF Lion]

Love me some Robert Frost….

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it *****
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

[LionJim]

Yeah, Frost could make the words dance.

From After Apple Picking:
I am drowsing off. / I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight / I got from looking through a pane of glass / I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough / And held against the world of hoary grass. / It melted, and I let it fall and break. / But I was well / Upon my way to sleep before it fell, / And I could tell / What form my dreaming was about to take.

 

[LionJim]

Plath is f*cking dark man.

Yeah, she had problems going way back. She barely survived a suicide attempt while in college. I guess it's well known that she killed herself when she was 30. I was going to post a video of Daddy here, but it's too dark even for this board.

 

[Midnighter]

Yeah, she had problems going way back. She barely survived a suicide attempt while in college. I guess it's well known that she killed herself when she was 30. I was going to post a video of Daddy here, but it's too dark even for this board.

I read ‘The Bell Jar’ and it scared the crap out of me. And talk about conviction - she put her head in an oven. Man.

 

[Connorpozlee]

I read ‘The Bell Jar’ and it scared the crap out of me. And talk about conviction - she put her head in an oven. Man.

Here is a song about her by Paul Westerberg. Actually, two versions of the same song released on the same album. The acoustic version is pretty plaintive.

 

[84lion]

https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/green-day/2001/dc101-washington-dc-439033eb.html

"More poetry by Tre..." NSFW

 

[TiogaLion]

Ode to a Dandelion.
...by fairgambit.

Dandelion I dread to see you growing in my lawn.
Oh how I look forward to winter, and the days when you'll be gone.
Your yellow flowers bring despair, of this there is no doubt.
For they signify long hours, of trying to pull you out.
I've tried so hard to stop you, but you just continue to grow.
The only thing left for me to do, is kneel down and pray for snow.

Consider dandelion a good food source and be proud.

16 Dandelion Recipes | The Prairie Homestead

Did you know you can eat dandelions? And they're packed full of nutrition. Learn the ropes with these 16 dandelion recipes.

www.theprairiehomestead.com

 

[PSUAXE70]

There once was a farmer named Hollis
who used lizards and snakes for his solace
The children had scales and prehensile tails
and voted for governor Wallace.

 

[91Joe95]

Consider dandelion a good food source and be proud.

16 Dandelion Recipes | The Prairie Homestead

Did you know you can eat dandelions? And they're packed full of nutrition. Learn the ropes with these 16 dandelion recipes.

www.theprairiehomestead.com

I've heard stories how my grandparents used to pick and cook them similar to greens. I've never had them but apparently they were very good.

 

[PSU12046]

I've heard stories how my grandparents used to pick and cook them similar to greens. I've never had them but apparently they were very good.

I still make a greens salad with a vinegar bacon dressing. Delightful!! It's been a good spring for Dandelion greens.