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Printablestarkitty said: here it is, the fruit of my labor.
i present to you my attempt at: A Pantoum by me I sit at the keyboard ready to play an instrument of sorts, one of words my lofty visions of a creative type silently spoken, infrequently heard an instrument of sorts, one of words connecting letters, meter and rhyme silently spoken, infrequently heard attempted again time after time connecting letters, meter and rhyme stringing the words arranging just so attempted again time after time constraints of format stymie the flow stringing the words arranging just so neither beautiful nor moving just plaintively plain constraints of format stymie the flow of words with desire to break from this rein neither beautiful nor moving just plaintively plain my lofty visions of a creative type of words with desire to break from this rein I sit at the keyboard ready to play. excellent - that format is fascinating. And it works well with the subject matter too; the repetitive nature of what you're trying to achieve. Well done, slapper.  | |
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TheFrog said: excellent - that format is fascinating. And it works well with the subject matter too; the repetitive nature of what you're trying to achieve. Well done, slapper. now i know it's a success if you gave me a 'slapper' for it. (that's another of those words you call me that mean 'lovely person', right?) | |
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starkitty said: TheFrog said: excellent - that format is fascinating. And it works well with the subject matter too; the repetitive nature of what you're trying to achieve. Well done, slapper. now i know it's a success if you gave me a 'slapper' for it. (that's another of those words you call me that mean 'lovely person', right?) it sure is, trollope.  | |
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TheFrog said: starkitty said: now i know it's a success if you gave me a 'slapper' for it. (that's another of those words you call me that mean 'lovely person', right?) it sure is, trollope. yet still you tease me with the possibility of 'tart'. need i write you another poem? | |
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starkitty said: TheFrog said: it sure is, trollope. yet still you tease me with the possibility of 'tart'. need i write you another poem? No need for that; a mere kit-kat and i'll be satisfied. | |
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here honey
come on let's go | |
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starkitty said: here honey
come on let's go Finally - finally she says the magic words. | |
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for my mother, on the eve of what would have been her 51st birthday
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a call, a tram, a frog, a man
no text, that's cool, no blueprint plan some boots, some friends, some beer, a trail i pray for rain, no snow or hail. | |
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THE LADY'S RESOLVE.
Written on a window, soon after her marriage, 1713. Whilst thirst of praise and vain desire of fame, In every age is every woman's aim; With courtship pleas'd, of silly toasters proud, Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd; On each proud fop bestowing some kind glance, Each conquest owing to some loose advance; While vain coquets affect to be pursued, And think they're virtuous, if not grossly lewd: Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide; In part she is to blame that has been try'd-- He comes too near, that comes to be deny'd. -Lady Montagu | |
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starkitty said: a call, a tram, a frog, a man
no text, that's cool, no blueprint plan some boots, some friends, some beer, a trail i pray for rain, no snow or hail. 
i never saw that! me likey. well done, cow. | |
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i'm not sure who wrote this, just your everyday messageboard poster i guess:
In each of your failures I saw my victory And each time you fall A knife tattoos a smile On my lips You are now empty of life And we are drunk with death I did offer you a hand To help you hold the dagger A perfect jewel for A perfect end And as we lay, We kissed Fingers wet with poison Thinking there is beauty In death Allow me to doubt We could really share The only love between us Was hate Without hope we could not fear And silently we disappeared Hand in hand, we took our lives And together stopped being | |
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TheFrog said: starkitty said: a call, a tram, a frog, a man
no text, that's cool, no blueprint plan some boots, some friends, some beer, a trail i pray for rain, no snow or hail.
i never saw that! me likey. well done, cow. yes you did, silly. thank you. | |
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starkitty said: TheFrog said:
i never saw that! me likey. well done, cow. yes you did, silly. thank you. oh yeah, i did. whoops. 
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As the sun is slowly setting
And the evening shadows grow I think back on days gone by To a place I'd like to go. Back to a place in my childhood When days were so carefree Those days of slides and swing sets Of playing out in the yard Those days when we were growing up And nothing seemed too hard. All too soon we turn around And find ourselves all grown With adult responsibilities And children of our own. The memories of yesterday Come quickly to mind When as an adult I'm searching For answers I cannot find. We struggle through our losses Gain strength from each hurdle crossed And learn that we are not truly alone Especially when we feel most lost. Now the shadows have faded to darkness The days warmth is now growing cold I look up to the stars in heaven And wonder what tomorrow will hold. The stars are shining down brightly Almost as if to say Sleep well my dear and don't be afraid For tomorrow's a brand new day | |
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Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go or only bread and pickles for a week and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry and pay our rent and not swear in the street and set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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LatinaAngel said:[quote][i][color=violet:1e57373bf1] A Tear Drop On The Rose
A tear drop fell upon the rose that she held close to her breast in sympathy, the petals closed as she saw her love at rest the rose, it seemed to feel her pain as one by one her petals fell and upon the stems of thorns now fell, the pouring rain. Bending down, she picked the petals and to herself she drew them near she saw in the rose her broken heart and on the pillow her fallen tear. Between the pages of a book she placed the petals tenderly and the rose, it shed a tear as if it cried in sympathy the words on the pages read forever, my love, remember me and when you see a rose of red remember, love, to remember me. Beautiful [This message was edited Sat Jun 19 16:59:48 2004 by Ocean] | |
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Loves Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe Shelly The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle-- Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven; And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower could be forgiven If it disdained it's brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? | |
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Sweeny79 said: [color=purple:83e0acc7ee]Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph [/color] i posted this one earlier, it means a lot to me... {{hugs}} | |
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Excalibur by David Brent...
I froze your tears and made a dagger And stabbed it in my cock forever It stays there like Excalibur Are you my Arthur? Say you are Take this cool, dark, steel-ed blade Steal it Sheath it in your lake I'd drown with you to be together Must you breathe? Cos I need heaven | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: Excalibur by David Brent...
I froze your tears and made a dagger And stabbed it in my cock forever It stays there like Excalibur Are you my Arthur? Say you are Take this cool, dark, steel-ed blade Steal it Sheath it in your lake I'd drown with you to be together Must you breathe? Cos I need heaven 
i love that bit | |
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. Emily Dickinson | |
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