Young Writers Society

Two German officers crossed the Rhine, parlee-voo,
So here hath been dawning
A Marchant whilom / dwelled at Seint Denys
Say me, viit in the brom,
Move him into the sun--
Think thou and act, to-morrow thou shalt die

Cool feature, Nate


There is a change--and I am poor,
Canst thou love me, lady?
You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,

How... poetic


Ph?bus was Iudge betweene Ioue, Mars, and Loue,
Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay,
I joy, dear mother, when I view
With this he took his leve, and hom he wente,
By the Aurelian Wall,

Erm, wash, rinse repeat, please?

Long had our dull forefathers slept supine,
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play --
Come, listen, my friend, Stephen Otter,

[um...yeah...]

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
TO none the city bends a servile knee ,
There's a soul in the Eternal,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Before the seas and mountains were brought forth,
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed,
I am the apostle B--CH-NG,
'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?

It almost makes sense...

This one is actually almost good:

COLD in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste,
You came to my door in the dawn and sang, it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded.
As close as you your wedding kept,
Whatever I have said or sung,
The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
HAPPY the Man, who void of Cares and Strife,
YES, thou art gone ! and never more

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
Kaffir baby, Kaffir baby,
These are the most extraordinary women in the world,
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Now fades the last long streak of snow,
THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEW YORK, WHO MURDERED HIMSELF WITH A FORK,
Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb,
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came,

I actually kind of like this one:

Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow,
I understand you.

This one is actually quite good and I like it:

My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Light falls the rain
What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might,
It's all for nothing: I've lost im now.
He fights where the fighting is thickest
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
For that one angry word I spoke,
'Too late for love, too late for joy.

Whilst Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there
Attend my words, my gentle knave,
With weary steps I loiter on,
Hush-a-by Baby
What may words say, or what may words not say,
Smile then, children, hand in hand
My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes

Lolness!

Look at this: Its kind of funny, yet strangely poetic...

The faking boy to the crap is gone,
Among the wondrous ways of men and time
From the forests and highlands
This institution,
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
When this country it was woody,
Dawn is dim on the dark soft water,
Wintah, summah, snow er shine,

Sweet in summer, cups of snow,
Take wings of fancy, and ascend,
The crowd at the ball game
For things we never mention,
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee,

Maybe?

I am packing to go to the airport
Though Missouri's tide may majestic glide,
Good husbands make unhappy wives

Or no?

Faults of other men ye question,
We sat within the farm-house old,
Some Louers speake when they their Muses entertaine,
I'm an ol' king bee, honey,
Not labour kills us, no, nor joy:
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
Only a dad with a tired face,
A porcupine skin,

EDIT: I was bored with my custom title, so I think I'm going to change it to "I'm an ol' king bee, honey," because that's a good line for a title!

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Behold her, single in the field,
UPAGUPTA, the disciple of Buddha, lay asleep on the dust by the city wall of Mathura.
One must have a mind of winter
O world! O life! O time!
Ye wha are fain to hae your name
'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
War that begins in Man in nations ends