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[2017-05-31] The Fate of Poetry

PostPosted: Wed May 31, 2017 5:22 pm
by patrickd314
... and I thought the last panel was going to say, "... but did he write anything about Spotify?"

Re: [2017-05-31] The Fate of Poetry

PostPosted: Wed May 31, 2017 6:52 pm
by JLF65
Poetry isn't dead, you're just going to the wrong places/reading the wrong things.

Living like flowers

Across the land lay fields of purest snow.
Restrained, the crocus must await the sun.
The winter land is bleak, cold even though
It glistens like a web a spider spun.

The beauty locked in constant restful sleep;
A promise made to man that each springtime
New life would come, and then the promise keep
Until the next cold winter reigns sublime.

Each year I watch the seasons come and leave;
And like the flowers bloom and then they die,
My heart will follow them, no warmth received.
Another empty year, no chance to fly.

To soar on wings of love a man desires.
No more or less does he ever require.


Re: [2017-05-31] The Fate of Poetry

PostPosted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 1:25 pm
by Spambot
Yeah

just heard a commercial
which told me
Farmer John smokes his own
bacon.
now, there’s a tough
son of a
bitch

-- Charles Bukowski


Now that's poetry.