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Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:17 pm
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Kylan says...



your oldest friends of words join beyond this moment,
all your lovers of death cry inside the meaning,
some of the waves above you reach beside the river,
your oldest friends of discord escape in the moonless night.

Whatever that means.

-Kylam
"I am beginning to despair
and can see only two choices:
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Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:22 pm
summergrl13 says...



Guinea pigs r fat,

Guinea pigs r lumpy,

They r squishy 2,

Guinea pigs r supersticious,

But they arent promiscuous,

And they eat sand,

They like pink umbrellas 2,

Al i hav 2 say 2 u is

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Fri Apr 25, 2008 2:51 am
seruma rf says...



Vibrations move and the echo sounds,
People stop and gawk around,
the little girl sits in the corner moving the strings that make sound,
Here the world jumps up and down,
Music makes life blast out,
Explosions of emotion strum out,
she hums a little diddy to this strange song,
She's playing our melody of life...

It's a never ending dance.

Time goes around, and soon your future will be the present, so does that mean that there was a past?
  





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Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:21 am
WaterVyper says...



The time when first I fell in love,
I have no wit, no words, no tears,
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Before the seas and mountains were brought forth,
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
The earth is old! Six thousand years,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell

I like this one quite a lot.
There once was a cat.
He wasn’t particularly fat.
Fuzzy was his favorite mat.
And really, that was that.

Oh, but did you really think so?
Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show!
And as for how far this tale will go…
Well, even the cat doesn’t know.
  





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Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:07 pm
FLyerS says...



OK, Take a deep breath, Then try to pronounce the full name of my main character. She's from the future, and due to overpopulation, they have to come up with some pretty interesting names in order to be original.

“Ballaquacianovatrinia Uche Accipiter Elouweiseniie Bryr Protogoria Theonoaphanous Kinnaxanthippe Ildariagarrido Daphagyra Branwen Gennadios Salsbury Ohana-Wyfist Calogenefradely."

Yeah, I know.
Those who dance are thought insane by those who don't hear the music.
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Sun Jun 21, 2009 9:36 am
Demeter says...



There are four men mowing down by the Isar,
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Stella, whence doth this new assault arise,
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay
W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago
Amber husk
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Sun Jun 21, 2009 12:43 pm
*writewatiwant* says...



I actually like this one :

Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,
In those sad words I took farewell:
I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd,
When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead

and...

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
What -- write my name!
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Piglet: How do you spell love?
Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.

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Sat Jun 27, 2009 9:01 am
Hannah says...



Can story-telling be a vice?
I saw her in a Broadway car:
Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest;
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still.
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd,
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay.
A strife is growne betweene Vertue and Loue:
Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood.


AND

Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense.
"Oh, black Persian cat!":
The little sparrows.


[I like to pretend that punctuation will somehow make these make more sense!]
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Fri Jul 18, 2014 6:51 am
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Nate says...



This almost makes sense:

When I was fair and young, and favor graced me,
He held no dream worth waking: so he said,
In a groue most rich of shade,
Not labour kills us, no, nor joy:
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
GUIDERIUS. Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun,
Tell me whither, maiden June,
Come, dear children, let us away,
  





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Fri Jul 18, 2014 7:00 am
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Taxi says...



'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Say over again, and yet once over again,
Abraham Lincoln,
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
Farewell love and all thy laws forever,
The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace,
My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
  





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Fri Jul 18, 2014 8:17 am
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Arcticus says...



They flee from me that sometime did me seek
If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid,
Back and side go bare, go bare,
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Stay with me, God. The night is dark,
He brought a team from Inversnaid
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs
That you are fair or wise is vain
You either worship something higher than yourself or end up worshiping yourself

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Fri Jul 18, 2014 7:41 pm
Rook says...



Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
[The Queen of Hearts]
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Real or unreal.
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
To-night the very horses springing by
Two bodies, balanced in mass and power.

I think this one makes a lot of sense, personally. :P
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger.
To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!

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Sat Jul 19, 2014 2:54 am
cleverclogs says...



I cannot choose but think upon the time
The Great Tyrannosaurus
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons,
At liberty I sit and see
You bad leetle boy, not moche you care
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
A stream of tender gladness,
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
In the beginning, the universe was created.
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Sun Jul 20, 2014 12:18 am
wtppowers says...



A lilt and a swing,
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
The world's light shines, shine as it will,
Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,
A FORM, as any taper, fine ,
There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
The sparrows cease their chirping in the eaves,
In a still room at hush of dawn,
Queen is the greatest band of all time.
I'll be on the radio some day.
I want you to be my friend.
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Wed Jul 23, 2014 9:45 pm
wakarimasen says...



Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Others, I am not the first,
Wipe away tears,
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
Gandalf, whose glory fills the skies,
Dearest, and yet more dear than I can tell
The swan, wild-clanging, scoured the midnight lake,
O living will that shalt endure


How ... odd. This is nothing like the poetry I write. :D
  








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