THE LOON by Walt Hardester

Upon still waters she doth glide,
Her mate no longer at her side.

Lonliness now pervades her heart,
Her lifelong love and she did part.

The reason why she does not know,
Just that it was his time to go.

Alone she cries her sorrowful song,
Hoping it won't be so long.

That he and she will meet again,
In a place that never ends

I liked this poem and I want
to share it with every one

CLUELESSNAN

I LOVE ART. PAINTING AND POETRY

Not content to merely use traditional symmetry as a way of creating balance, the artist has opted for the asymmetry common in modern art, as well as modern architecture. The quality of the facial features shows us that we are looking at true outsider art, perhaps the work of a retarded person, a monkey, or a homeless man...or Danny Spitz and his googly eye. Reminiscent of Mies Van Der Rohe's early floorplans, the characters slide past each other, much like walls did in his Barcelona Pavillion. Somewhere between abstraction and respresentational painting, this piece not only challenges, but also shatters pre-existing notions about art and artistic depiction. Had this guy been around when Demolition Hammer was putting out their first album, he totally would have gotten the comission.

I LIKE THIS PAINTING, ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

 If wrinkles must be written upon our brows,
let them not be written upon the heart.
The spirit should never grow old.

 Artist     La Tour, Georges de
Year     1625-1630 

A PSALM OF LIFE I LIKE THIS POEM VERY MUCH

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
A PSALM OF LIFE

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust return Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, how ever  pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God over head !
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait.

The above poem was first published in the Knickerbocker Magazine in October 1838. It also appeared in Longfellow's first published collection Voices in the Night. It can be found, for example, in:
· Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1893.

SHAKESPHERE

JULIET:
      'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
      Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
      What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
      Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
      Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
      What's in a name? that which we call a rose
      By any other name would smell as sweet;
      So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
      Retain that dear perfection which he owes
      Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
      And for that name which is no part of thee
      Take all myself 

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A FEW STANZAS OF TH E POET

 OMAR KHAYYAM MY FAVORITE POET

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!

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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

E FEELING CALLED LOVE

Ah, My Beloved
by Omar Khayyam
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
   Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 

Love can hurt, love can haunt, and love can be extremely cruel
Love can make us convert, make us want, and make us try
To live by the golden rule
Love is not learned in our schools, nor is it required
By our laws
We are born with this precious gift - woven into all of
Our natural flaws
Of all the mysteries, we have yet to unfold in our journey
Through this world
Love is the most complex and misunderstood and has
Yet to be unfurled
Love can in fact lead us on the path to hate and war
When love is used selfishly - and not to be given freely
Anymore
Love can save us, or love can destroy us, - but it will always
Be with us
Therefore, as we confront either - our friend or foe, love is indeed
The only true force we can trust
What sets us apart from all of God’s creation
Is our immense and boundless imagination
Without love nothing could survive, it is the seed of all of
Creation
The obligation of every generation, is to uncover a true
Explanation

CREATIVE ART