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Ok, on Wednesday, I'm being suckered into this poetry reading thing at the college. It's not something I've ever done before.
Anyway, I'm posting one of the poems I'll be reading. Why? Sheer ego gratification, no doubt.
So, uh...here you go. No title.
The downward rush, the crumbling roar Tumbling as rocks down mountains The tree is broken, the trail erased And as the dust whispers escape The rocks will find their resting place
------------------ "And though I once prefered a human being's company, they pale before the monolith that towers over me." -- They Might Be Giants
[This message was edited by Sol System on April 11, 1999.]
That's good work! It's the hardest thing to get your message across and make it rhyme and use the proper wording as well. That is not bad poetry. ... I like it and the people are your college poetry reading thing will like it, too.
Now, HERE is some bad poetry:
Desire Is my picture painted On the walls of your desire? Has your heart been overcome By love's sweet passionate fires? Did you dream about me, In night's seductive sleep? Did you lay you down to sleep And pray my soul to keep? Am I like the fresh air On a winter's day? A wellspring of eternal joy To comfort you this day? I await you in this land Of pleasure and sweet pain I'll be your aphrodesiac I'll be your demons, Slain I stand here with a pitcher Of water hot as coals To ease your longing heart And quench your thirsty soul...
------------------ Ring this little golden bell And see what changes with it's knell Or Wonder, till it drives you mad... What would have happened if you HAD.
There is a short story as well as some of my poetry. Its bad, so I'm warning you now.
------------------ "Bickering is pointless." - Spock, Miri "I'm real easy to get along with most of the time, but I don't like bullies, and I don't like threats." - Janeway, State of Flux
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not bad, but I'm still a big fan of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, and England's greatest one-armed poet John Lillison.
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My poetry has always reflected what's on my mind at that particular moment. For example, this little Jewel from Grade 8, my ode to burgers:
Thick Meat Some are red A food I eat I like to be fed
Or this timeless classic:
I feel it lodge itself in my throat I can't breathe, I'm choking! Again
------------------ Josh: I think they're getting to know each other a bit too well, if you catch my drift. Me: Oh, I agree. I think they're spending too much time together, that is of course, if you catch my drift. Asher: I think he's *ucking her, and he's cheating on his wife, and he's risking his marriage, and if his wife finds out about it she'll leave him and take their son, and his life will be ruined. If you catch my drift...
There was an old woman from Surrey, Who found herself in quite a hurry, To escape from Daryus, And his legions nefarious, Who were made up entirely of curry.
------------------ There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
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You can be as critical as you wish of the following link...as i didn't write it!! Its stuff written by the inmates at the prison where i used to work.... cut n' paste folks...I'm too lazy for html!!
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