Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to “The Saturday Evening Post.”
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor.
And carve your name in her arm.
Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for Mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.
But don’t write poetry.
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Warren Stribling
4 monthsBeyond the constructs of many of our species, the right and wrong, the morals and ethics...
There is life.
Action and consequence.
The purpose of life...
Is to live.
It's as simple and complicated as that.
Here's a poem for a few young men.
I've done half. ;) Hahaha
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Jacob Bocaj
4 monthsI think the poet is reiterating something that is told to young people quite often.
"There are an infinite number of ways to be successful and happy, and just because you or even everybody can't see them doesn't mean that they aren't out there, and instead of sitting down to try and write poetry, or head an insurance firm, you should make known your thoughts in any way you chose and rule the entire world."