Shut up and write a"poem"

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   frogdroppingposted 13 years ago

   I'm feeling incredibly stressed
   My internet's far from the best.
   It's off - then it's on
   Which is really no fun ...
   I'm a frog that's now highly vexed

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      saleheensblogposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Even you are in stress
      What I tress
      And you are dancing
      Celebrating your hundred
      Did you enter dollar hubber thread?

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   frogdroppingposted 13 years ago

   Not heard of the thread you suggested
   I guess I should go and digest it
   My number? Ignore it
   I often just draw it
   Try it, tis funny, go test it

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   ralwusposted 13 years ago

   A chain of pearls ye shall not lack,
   Nor gold to wind your hair;
   Nor brindled hound, nor men to gawk,
   Nor roses fresh and fair;
   And you, the preeminent lass
   Shall reign as my fair queen.
   But aye she let her tears drop doone
   For Jack, the Burger King.

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      SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      oh darn......!! ...you got me

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         ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

         LOL did I? How so? hehe

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            SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

            that darn last line...i loved where it was going...darn!

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               ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

               Well, I could change it easily, but this was just for funn. thanks. I have more to it.

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   ralwusposted 13 years ago

   Just a little rewrite:
   
   The church was deck'd at morning's rise.
   The candles glimmered fair;
   The parson and the bridegroom wait
   the bride,
     And bridesmaid, best man are there.
   They searched her both by garden and Knave
     The lass was not seen!
   She's oe'r the Taco border, and away
     Wi' Jack, formerly  of Burger King.

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      SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

         darn!!!

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         ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

         Hahaha Thanks again.

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   attemptedhumourposted 13 years ago

   I want to be handsome like Ned
   But my backside resembles my head
   That's why i'm ratty
   Brassed off and catty
   And wake up alone in my bed

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      Eiddwenposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      There was a fierce dragon from Wales
      Who got caught up in all the gales
      He shot past my front door
      With one heck of a roar!
      Who wants to hear more of my tales?

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   ralwusposted 13 years ago

   I do. I like that Eiddwen.

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   couturepopcafeposted 13 years ago

   my life is like a riverpool a movin' mighty fast
   i'm known to skip a beat or two - won't nothin' never last?
   if i should fall in love with you please tell me if it's true
   cause i can't tell the difference now that i made love to you
   
   my life is like a riverpool a pullin' me along
   i'm known to skip a beat or two when the feelin's really strong
   if I should fall in love with you don't drown me by the quay
   my life is like a riverpool a draggin' me away.

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   SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years ago

   woke up with the sunset touching my eyes
   thoughts rise ... hello, goodbye
   crow swoops on by with the breeze
   eyes clear to see past the trees
   piercing blue sky frames the ridge
   eyes close while I drift to the edge

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      ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Good one

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         SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

         seriously...maybe i could try my hand at it?...don't just be nice...i can take it...

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      couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      swoh - It's actually not too bad, meter's just a little off.  Try this:
      
      woke up with sun touching my eyes
      thoughts rose...hellos, goodbyes
      crow swoops by alive with the breeze
      eyes clear to see past the trees
      peircing blue sky frames the far ridge
      eyes close as I drift to the edge.
      
      ralwus the walrus is just razzing you.  he is a master thoughtmaker, though.

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         SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

         thanks for that...i appreciate it!....

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            couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

            I reread yours and if read a little differently than I did the first time, the meter is not as much off as I thought.  In fact it's really not off at all.  That's why poetry is often best read aloud by the author.  Sometimes, the reader doesn't get the inflection the way the writer meant it.

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               SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

               ...2 of the words -  'hello/goodbye'...are from Jimi Hendrix's meaning of life....and the sunset, yes i was speaking about the sunset...it can be so bright as it starts to fall.
               
               thanks for your thoughts, again!

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   ralwusposted 13 years ago

   OK it's shytty.

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      SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

        i asked 4 it!

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    Jed Fisherposted 13 years ago

    A cool wind bends trees
    The clouds to the west are dark
    Thick rain falls sideways

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       ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Cool

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    JayDeckposted 13 years ago

    The Third Week
    
    People are a**holes
    I qualify as people
    the sorrow of pizza
    the laughter of chocolate
    and I may be a sex addict-
    third week lessons.
    
    Oh, and a nifty trick
    for putting off the third week
    until the second week
    of the following month,
    the consequences of which
    are too horrible to relate.

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       ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       a neat look into your mind

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    WoodsmensPostposted 13 years ago

    Starr
    
    There once lived a dog named Starr
    with a six foot chain was a gift
    set loose she would run very far
    coming home ashamed and with a sniff
    even though she loved to chase dads car
    and lived her life in a drift
    I dearly miss a dog named Starr
    given to me as a gift

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    couturepopcafeposted 13 years ago

    the sky drew it's darkened clouds about
    the earth grew dim as the cries rang out
    "I've lost him!" was her angry shout
    to the moon and the stars and the world without.
    
    "Oh! sing me a song, my firey maid!"
    but the world of death was a barricade
    he reached across the veil of gloom
    to search her face in the teary room
    
    he sought her eyes and he found them there
    "Remember this, my maiden fair -
    the world below is a world of grief
    and death has brought me sweet relief.
    
    death is not a painful thing.
    it's relief from pain only dying can bring."

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       ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       I like that. Odd that we both wrote about death simultaneously. Halloween?

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Chill   
    
    Far from the shore of the deep,
    O'er these somber thoughts my tongue I keep;
    A russet gem of glowing light,
    Zephyr wind on Raven brow of night,
    Shadow Pirates with tattered sail,
    The seamen wink at my timid hail,
    Through window's peek into their hell;
    I hear the sound of haunting bell.

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       couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       No, just death.  I don't dwell on it but I went through a period after my brother died where I seemed to be writing a lot of stuff from the perspective of the dead person! Shades of Emily Dickenson?

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    She lets her hips go round, around, around,
    And lets her skirt go round;
    But though her skirt be of silk,
    Her ass near kissed the ground, aground, aground.

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Where did everyone go? meh

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    The Thrush
    
    The Trush in his Woodbine bower,
    Where limber limbs with acorns mingle,
    Will boast himself his finest hour,
    In glen, or grove, or forest dingle.
    
    Though fair his plume of drab hue,
    Beneath the canopy's weight reclining;
    I've heard no flute of lovelier blue,
    More sweet through liquid burble rising.
    
    My summer sun the dew shall dry,
    Ere yet the day be of small sorrow,
    No longer in my bleeding heart
    Is dread of my rise on the morrow.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       good one...off to work...i'll try my hand at it again!

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       couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Blast you ralwus.  Tis the challenge to out word the master.  His tongue drips the nectar of Mnemosyne.

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Thanks. Good, I will be watching for it.

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Haha couturepopcafe, I don't mean to be a challenge to anyone, just having fun here is all. you can do it just as well, anyone can, almost anyway. Now, did I tell you my muse has nine names, all Greek?

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Beauty Walks
    
    My soul leaps when I behold
    the Eagle in the sky:
    Such as it was when first I saw him;
    Now it remains deep within this man;
    Let it be so when I am old,
    Or let me turn to dust.
    The spirit of that child
    still lives in me;
    And I wish all my days to be
    Bound like a string of pearls;
    Each a day of Nature's wonders.
    Earth is alive and beauty
    Walks in the living,
    With all our blunders.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       yea...it does...

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    SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years ago

    gathering blongings to keep me safe
    aww, the scent and feel of the hide
    twirl a weave close to my neck
    pull on and lace black brogan tight
    slide and fasten binding gauntlets
    now, step outside with smilin eyes
    straddle that horse, off for a ride

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Yeee-haw! I could feel the blood rushing and hear the hoofs.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       ooops....my iron horse....vvvrrrrrooooommmm, vvvvvrrrrrrooooommmmm...

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Who can speak from a grave or the dump? (for my mom)
    
    No less light shall the sun and shadow lie
    on the auburn curl and almonded eye, than
    love lay yesterday on her breast like grief.
    No less light shall grief walk my lack of nerve
    than the grim fear of tomorrow ran over
    my grief of days. No less terrible that kneels
    haunting around your grave than I shall kneel there.
    Who is want to kneel at the grave but love?
    
    So then I shall be there in day and night,
    not with mirth on my face but a tear as running
    with my sorrow, and I shall come with rose
    in hand, the force of nature, so that with
    the small stirring of a tree leaf's crest
    I shall weep to you where you lie among iron rail,
    where you converse with all things  that are dead.
    Who is so far that love cannot be heard?
    
    Lie you there mother, lie you there, my never
    to be seen again mother, so wise in ways
    where you perched like a Lark beyond the garden,
    seeing, but not being heard, above our understanding.
    Sorrow is spaced between the start and a finish.
    Who but the dead can kiss the dead?
    Who can speak from a grave or the dump?
    Only the Rooster's blood dripping from the ax,
    or the Whip-poor-will's tear like acid upon the stump?

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       ...."Who is want to kneel at the grave but love?" ........
       
       beautiful...

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       couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Who are you, man.  That's one incredible insight.

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          SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

          that's Ralwus.....one beautiful man with beautiful words....

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Gee ladies, thanks. I am of course many things reincarnated of energies past. Voices sing to me, so I write. That's who I really am. Bless you both. We need more contributors now.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       ...that's it...u r done with this thread!  OMG guess I better try my hand at a hub with a poem.....

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    Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

    I wish you luck
    With a Hub in kind
    Try with your might
    and find what you find
    write till your frustrated
    and make the world blind
    to your faults and flaws
    only to see yourself replaced
    by those new trying to be you
    for poets are a dime a dozen
    and form free expression
    requires no fee.

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       ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       yes, poets are cheap and god made plenty of them but not so many poems.

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    couturepopcafeposted 13 years ago

    divers float beneath the sea
    inconsistent with their own humanity
    and for those few hours Heaven is exposed
    as they witness Creation through the Mind of God
    
    angelfish glide across a glossy wave
    and roar toward Heaven in a leap of faith
    as though in some instinctive moment
    they heard a Voice say, "fly, fly, fly!"
    
    poets soar with pen in hand
    lingering with faeries in neverland
    and with crystal eyes and the conciousness of eternity
    see the Hand of God in everything.

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    klarawieckposted 13 years ago

    Oh, Ralwus! Ralwus!
    Where Art Thou, Ralwus?
    Drink no more whiskey!
    I'll drive you home.
    
    

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       Ginger Meowposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Oh, Ralwus! Oh Ralwus!
       It's the liquor that calls us,
       
       With whisky or wench,
       We've sorrows to drench,
       
       Just for some fun,
       Lets sip on a little rum,
       
       Sing songs of the war,
       With fine women, we'd score.
       
       If we weren't so drunk,
       and smelt like a dead skunk!

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          ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

          Haha Sonds just about right and fun too. Gee, glad we got some others in here finally. Keep them coming and I'll just enjoy.

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       ralwusposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       What? no more whiskey? Funny girl.

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    kmackey32posted 13 years ago

    Nooooo. Poems are gay. And when I am told what to do, I cant, weird huh? lol

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       Ginger Meowposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Poems aren't gay, unless you are talking about happy gay, then they can be. I am sure there are a few people here that would tell you where to go .

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    what if a dawn of a doom of a damsel
    cleaves this heart in two,
    what if a much of a which of a whim
    gives the truth to a lover's lie;
    what if a keen of a curried eye stabs
    begging lips with cold and steel:
    what if in the forgetting she remembers me
    (our now)
    what if in the bend of a bow in the end
    my arrow was wrongly planted?
    what if in jest of a joke of a laugh
    Cupid tricked me?

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       Pearldiverposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Very Nice Charlie Boy!

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    agagliaposted 13 years ago

    OK, I'll try a small one.
    
    Little spotted red,
    
    You stroll about my flower bed.
    
    Safely sing a summer song
    
    as you quietly stroll along.
    
    Catch an aphid; taste the dew.
    
    I will smile when I look at you.

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    ProCWposted 13 years ago

    Roses are white,
    Poems are read,
    Have a great night,
    I'm heading to bed!

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    Pearldiverposted 13 years ago

    A positive reason why.
    
    I believe:
    That every living thing
    On this planet circling the sun
    Has a positive reason for being
    Perhaps some have more than one.
    
    Yet I always find:
    It very hard to understand
    Given the positive reasons for being
    Why so many individuals can only live
    And breathe, the negative things we’re seeing
    
    So I suggest:
    That with so many negative people here
    We build space ships to carry them far away
    So that all the positive things on our earth
    Can enjoy positive reasons for being, each day
    
    *Pearldiver* 
    
    © Copyright 2010 Pearldiver nzpol with all rights reserved.

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    ddsurfscaposted 13 years ago

    Look around us and what can be seen?
    Chaos, hunger, fighting, people being mean.
    
    It's a sign of things coming our way,
    Extremes, things rotting, the rich wont pay.
    
    Why do we have to foot this huge bill
    We didn't cause this, get a job better still.
    
    Every day passes, we wait expecting some good news
    The media can't see it, their words light the fuse.
    
    Was the american dream from a delusional generation
    Used up, they went to far, then they went for invasion.
    
    Taking more and more from all over the earth
    Calling it some other name, giving greed rebirth.
    
    We must do it, they are planning to kill us you see
    we have to stop them, we need more money to be free.

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    Ben Evansposted 13 years ago

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Thank you Pearl and Sunny. Hey, I like all these new ones. Good job all youse!

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    A Walk on a Chilly Day
    
    in the crispy November wind, and
    when icy finger pokes my nose,
    walking in the dappled sun cold flame,
    spider shadows upon sere crisp leaves
    by Charleston Pike, listening to chatter of
    Chickadee,
    hearing the crow laugh in frosty sticks,
    my cold lungs cough as she laughs;
    squirrel barking dropping acorns and
    shakes her tail in disgust.

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       Sab Ohposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Nice work.

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    Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

    What to say
    what to believe
    they say you have a gift
    then if gifted
    share but then
    perhaps you share amiss
    silence meets
    your accustom bliss
    for one such as I
    to live is to miss.

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    Ben Evansposted 13 years ago

    A vista is strewn
    with sentiment thrown.
    A life is vast and
    not completely known.
    
    Show me the sky.
    A magenta and blue array.
    Flying clouds show a picture
    without anything to say.
    
    Imagination held me
    in random thought.
    A moment yet passed
    is not one caught.
    
    I tightly hold the view
    in my eye line.
    It never happens 
    according to design.
    
    I dream as I walk
    but it has become tense.
    I put it behind me
    so I have no sense.
    
    Beauty beheld is gone
    and the sky is proud.
    If I never look up,
    I will never see a cloud.

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       zampanoposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Very, very nice.

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          Ben Evansposted 13 years agoin reply to this

          Thank you very much Zampano.
          
          I look forward to more of your poetry.
          
          Cheers

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Most beautiful Ben Evans.
    
                                      Why
                                    are you
                                 who asked not
                              to be born among men
                             and I can hear the womb
                            breaking and the next one
                          comes forth from behind a plug
                         dropped son thin as a soup bone.
                          In the birthing  room unknown
                            to the acid turn of time
                               the soul shadow of
                                 man baptized in
                                  dark all alone
                                    weighted in
                                      living.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       mornin' Ralwus......

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          Ben Evansposted 13 years agoin reply to this

          Thanks Ralwus.
          
          I love your use of metaphor.
          
          A semblance within hope paints a good way.
          Sun tempers the great sapphire blue ocean.
          I have never recalled such a fine day.
          A searing haven paints a fine notion.
          
          
          After all the wind tells its own tales
          in a sure way I could never repeat
          or let alone remember the details.
          The sea just consorts with the wind's deceit.
          
          The waves roll the wet foam up to my sole.
          The tides tell me that its past time to leave
          I shall remember the time at this shoal.
          I've taken refuge in today's sea breve.

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             Ben Evansposted 13 years agoin reply to this

             Oops wrong quote. I guess that is my cue to go to bed

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    good morning SOH. good to 'see' you.

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       u 2....better? I hope...rough week 4 u!....loved that latest poem that you wouldn't allow comments for! ha ha!

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    ralwusposted 13 years ago

    Do you mean the one about Raven Hair?

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       ....yup......

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    awareposted 13 years ago

    With a yawn
    Foot hits lawn
    To retrieve information
    Printed on trees
    News of the day
    Coffee is made
    Not a bad way to enter the Frey

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