lovely.

Another Country-from
Beyond This Dark House
Guy Gavriel Kay

All the leaves that are going to fall
have fallen. Midwinter snows
cover us. At night the cold
is intransigent and absolute.

We dream, in beds too far apart
for the assuaging of desire.

My dream is of the world as whole,
made so by you, spaces closed,
like my eyes, by your hands.

We will make love, sleep
in each other's arms,
wake, live, sleep
at the heart of things.

The small gestures we have made
foretell the ones we will bestow.
I give you what is in me
to offer, you give me everything.

And this is for the Marxists. Goat raspberries.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OTlQS7j96D...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Marxists suck ass.

It is a joke
The austere kind
never mind

How Glad I Am For Man Tonight, 2013

http://www.amazon.com/How-Glad-Am-Man-To...

... somewhat trivialized in the movie:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

It could be argued that the limerick is to English what haiku is to Japanese: Set in stone, yet plastic in content. The bawdy limerick is the default.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lecherous_L...

But you can express more:
"There was a young lady named Bright
who traveled much faster than light.
She set out one day
in a relative way,
and came back the previous night." - Anonymous (apparently).

No rhyme. No meter. No meaning.

Eudaimonia, you can do better than that.

"Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns."

http://www.amazon.com/Touched-Its-Rays-W...
(That poem is not in this anthology.) The book is published by The Atlas Society. Donway is a trustee. Book review here:
http://www.atlassociety.org/walter-donwa...

It would be good to find a friend, a face
To crack my face of patient bravery,
Release my happiness from its hard place
Or thaw my tears: it's all the same with me.
But I could ever fashion words to tell
What outlaw joy runs chuckling through my heart
My reveries would surely then repel
Your decent soul, and so set us apart.
Or we could entertain our loneliness
As two: I murmur sober things to you,
You nod and smile, unwilling to confess
To know my heart no more than strangers do.
__________________________________________
My Friend, Walter Donway

nice :)

knock, knock
who's there?
Physics
(Modern Family)

uh-oh...

There once was a boy from Nantucket...

lol that IS a goodie :)

I'm a fan of the barbaric yawp, myself.

I kind of like -
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Marxists suck."

Oh Captain, my Captain!

Joe Maurone is one of the more poetical Objectivists.
http://objectivish.blogspot.com/

Another is Robert Malcom:
http://www.visioneerwindows.blogspot.com...

I appreciate the humor, perhaps, that we Objectivists kill passion with reason, but that is the whine of the "humanist" against science. The greatest scientists were all artists of one kind of another. The reflexive is not true of the great artists.

That being as it may, any attempt to concretize John Keating's passions as strictures for living is to miss the point entirely. The movie had nothing to do with children, and everything to with the adult audience.