Walt Whitman - Are you the new person drawn toward me?

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;

Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?

Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?

Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?

Do you think I am trusty and faithful?

Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?

Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?

Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1916)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

A explanation of the poem and its history on the 'Today I found Out' YouTube Channel.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH3Y_-Hxh_Q&list=TLPQMDQwMTIwMjAhSgzz_zD_7w&index=2

PEARLS OF WISDOM 2019

An Ode to Death Hippies by Fawn Hexe

A fellow blogger using my photography to illustrate their own enigmatic writing.

Please see the link below.

https://thehouseoftwigs.com/2019/12/01/an-ode-to-death-hippies/

NO MORE

Electric gadgets in the home,

I switch them off;

And in the dark I sit alone.

I think of things and scare myself;

I put the book back on the shelf,

No more Stephen King.

Is that the wind or a banshee calling?

There is something out in the garden.

My skin is crawling.

I look out and find,

My neighbours’ cat wailing,

No more Hammer videos.

I haven’t got the nerves for horror,

My stomach’s made of jelly.

All these monsters, ghosts and gore,

Perhaps it’s me, am I a bore?

No more tales of blood and woe.

I just can’t take it anymore.

“No more” was first published in Fosket D.  (Ed.) (1995) Heebie jeebies: by Anchor Books of Peterborough England.

Send Me a Smile

Send me a smile

To light up my world.

Send me a smile,

To make me glad.

Send me a smile,

You could be my world.

Send me a smile,

Because I am sad.

Send me a smile,

Send me a word,

Send me a smile,

And make me smile.

D.B. Griffith 19th Nov. 2019