To Be Poetically Impaired is an Art

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Sassykat
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Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:49 pm
Sassykat says... · Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:49 pm
April 4, 2011

Being poetically impaired is an art,
But one such that makes me feel smart!
I try my best
With unmatched zest
To write each one of these from the heart.

I don't know where to begin,
And since I'm not sure if I'll win,
I'll just have some fun
'Til my attempt's done
Then say, "Yes! I endured to the end!"

Now you've seen firsthand my impair,
And as little as you probably care,
I just have to say
Have a nice day!
(Even if you don't like Irish flair.)
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:04 pm
Sassykat says... · Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:04 pm
April 5, 2011

(In case you can't tell, I am trying to make my work more positive.)

You've lost everything,
You only want to flee.
Calm down, and be assured,
You will never lose me.

When things tumble down around,
Just keep your eyes on mine.
I'll hold you tight until it's gone,
Then wipe your tears because you've been cryin'.

Sweetest, dear most tender love
You know I'll be there for you
Whenever you need me.
Just tell me what I need to do.

I'll stand by you through trials,
Inside your mind or otherwise.
I'll hold your hand throughout it all,
Until each unpleasant thought dies.

I wish only a touch could clear your mind,
That I could relieve your pain that fast.
I'll do what it takes, though,
I'll love you until I breathe my last.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:44 am
Sassykat says... · Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:44 am
April 6, 2011

Release your pride
Fall through the skies
And weightless be
Your eternity

Your fear shall die
And you will cry
"Now freedom be
My eternity"
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sassykat
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Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:58 am
Sassykat says... · Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:58 am
April 7, 2011

Rushing as fast as I can..
But will I be on time?
Will my grade end up in the can,
Or will I make it and shine?

I worked so hard, to have it lost
would be disastrous, I'm not kidding!
But I will get it in, doubt me not...
My vision of success was merely flitting.
Darn.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Fri Apr 08, 2011 11:42 pm
Sassykat says... · Fri Apr 08, 2011 11:42 pm
April 8, 2011

My thoughts are in Dutch,
My vision seems very blurred;
I swear, I'm not drunk.

I stayed up until four--
I'm talking about a.m.
The book was so good!

And now I am dead,
Or quite close to being so,
And can't concentrate.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:17 pm
Sassykat says... · Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:17 pm
April 10, 2011

I don't want to go camping.
There's mosquitoes and bees,
And flies and fleas,
Fungi and disease!
So please, please, please
Don't make me go camping.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sassykat
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Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:44 am
Sassykat says... · Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:44 am
okay, I disappeared on a stupid camping trip last week so I couln't really write. I tried, then I lost my notebook. Here are two, though:

April 11, 2011

One mountain after another;
The ones behind seem so small!
But size is relative to distance--
the farthest one is biggest of all.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sassykat
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Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:48 am
Sassykat says... · Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:48 am
April 12, 2011

And the eagles still cry
And fly so high;
And the lovebirds still sing
As they together take wing;
And the jaybirds still fight,
But just out of sight.

And the rabbit still dances
With melodious stances;
And the squirrel still scurries
To escape Winter's flurries;
And the fox is still slinky
And his eyes are still inky.

And the mountain still stands,
So majestically grand;
And the river still flows
While at nighttime it glows;
And the rain still falls,
A consolation for all.

And here I remain
In natures sweet refrain;
And the sound of the cacophony
Blends to one great symphony;
And I submerge myself in sound,
Savoring the peace I've found.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:45 am
Sassykat says... · Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:45 am
April 21, 2011

It's totally too late for me to finish this right, but refer to my first poem.

a captive heart
is only the start
to a captive mind
of the worst kind

and a captive soul
creates the cold
from which a captive heart
can never depart.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
Quote




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Sassykat
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Sat Apr 23, 2011 5:21 pm
Sassykat says... · Sat Apr 23, 2011 5:21 pm
April 22, 2011

They say he will come again,
And save the Earth from all it's sin,
And he will love and care for all,
Always there for those who call.

Carrying burdens, light for one
Who, having done what he has done,
Carries scars and cuts from times
Of ancient people, runes, and rhymes.

You are what I just described,
I only wish you were alive
Like Him, then you would be,
Be the one who set me free.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:23 pm
Sassykat says... · Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:23 pm
The passion of my existence
The reason I am alive and well today
The reason I am whole and who I am
The first thing I think of when I hear the word joy
A masterpiece of sound
My comfort food
My purpose in life
Music
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sassykat
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Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:40 pm
Sassykat says... · Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:40 pm
you are really very creepy
with just a little bit of leechy
okay, a lot so go away
you're too clingy so don't stay
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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Sassykat
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Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:31 pm
Sassykat says... · Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:31 pm
Are we there yet?
When will we get there?
I don't want to sit
On this seat-I don't care
That we'll get
Ice cream when we're there.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
Quote




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Sassykat
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Sat Apr 30, 2011 3:23 pm
Sassykat says... · Sat Apr 30, 2011 3:23 pm
My last daring attempt at making this work!
I'm think of random rhymes now, like fork!
I believe I was carried to my house by the stork!
You open champagne by pulling a cork!
There are people who're cool and those who are dorks!
There's something to do with a car that's called torque!
This one's slightly off, you could call it a quirk!
Okay, I give up, this refuses to work.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
Quote

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