Classic poem of the day
I joy not in no earthly bliss;
I force not Croesus' wealth a straw;
For care I know not what it is;
I fear not Fortune's fatal law.
My mind is such as may not move
For beauty bright, nor force of love.
I wish but what I have at will;
I wander not to seek for more;
I like the plain, I climb no hill;
In greatest storms I sit on shore,
And laugh at them that toil in vain,
To get what must be lost again.
I kiss......
Member poem of the day
for anyone struggling with self-image
She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon a griefstricken campus will mourn.
Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size of her thighs.
Do unto others—
sisters and brothers?
Yes, but also ourselves, likewise.
Published by Poem-a-Day, Miss Gorilla and The HyperTexts
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