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7.58pm
10 May 2011
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REALLY GOOD!!!!!
I wish I could write that good. 
4.52am
9 June 2010
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Well, I've got a poem that I was planning to turn into a song, but it's too short.
If I could make him love me,
Would I change his mind?
Is that the kind of thing I'd do?
Isn't his love so much sweeter
When it's freely given
And so much more true?
If I could, I wouldn't
I'd never force his heart
Though I would die
Each moment we're apart.
mr. Sun king coming together said And yes, YouTube comments are stupid. But hilariously so.
5.37am
1 May 2010
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Nice job Sun King, I think you could space out the syllables at the end and add a little bit.
I want to write one about the Beatles Bible and how it differs from other sites, so here's one Johnny and the Moondogs on the spot. I'm a cheesy writer so I apologize in advance…
From the four corners we gather,
these words planning their escape from my head.
We walk the streets unnoticed,
the spindle weaving life upon this thread. (puns are fun)
What seperates this engaging site;
this one from all the rest?
The tangles of confusion leaves a Internet divided,
those simply arguing at their own behest.
Masks of persuasiveness are most certainly donned,
perhaps how we would like to be shown?
For every Mr. Big claiming his rightful prowess,
leaves a hint of deception not fully known.
Then how lucky I am to have found you!
I was just so fully entwined.
Like the slaying of a dragon or some miraculous feat,
the type of search that leaves most resigned.
So the gratitude is quietly flowing,
the drain unplugged as it washes over the floor.
Keeping my spirits high with a quip or a post,
Oh Beatles Bible sounding board!
So here's to you that have listened,
when my heart was in need of amends.
The web would undoubtedly be a much happier place,
filled with a thousand like mithveaens!
Eh, I like a few lines but I'll rework it eventually.
Edit, just saw yours MMM and great job, as well as McLennonSon on the previous page. That one about knowledge was mine, I was too sheepish to admit it though.
I think it would be cool if we could make suggestions for others, obviously writing is a personal thing and no one likes criticism, but if you see something that needs reworking on mine please let me know! Also, I'm finding out that it's very hard to read what I've wrote and keep editing it on an iPod.
2.54pm
1 May 2010
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That was very nice Zig thank you! and yeah I feel the same about this place.
I wish I could write poetry. 
11.37pm
19 September 2010
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Here's one of mine:
Why is it over?
What have I done?
Was it that fateful night,
The night I wish had never occurred?
Was it the Madame, the lady I love,
Or should I say used to love?
I'm Getting Closer, but it isn't done,
Because my love, I need you,
I need you to know,
Our love isn't over.
1.47am
4 November 2010
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This little limerick is a favorite of mine:
I once knew a man from Peru,
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in a fright,
In the middle of the night,
And found it was perfectly true!
3.01am
6 December 2012
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I once wrote a somewhat depressing poem called "Eight Minutes Ago"… but I don't remember it. 
Maybe if I remember it- or if I write something else- I'll post it here.
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4.11am
17 December 2012
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Hadn't noticed this thread before. Here's one of mine.
Your Hands
Your hands clasped,
prayers for tomorrow?
Your hands holding
out hope for something beyond night
after night
after night.
Your hands reaching
through this pervading darkness,
the candle flickers.
Your hands searching,
match poised,
aiming always to breathe light
into light.
Your hands touching,
but never me,
never mine,
never mind.
4.12am
6 December 2012
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Wow. That's amazing. Nice job. 
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4.41am
6 December 2012
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Spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment poem with no revisions:
River
How can something so simple be so complicated?
Rushing down a mountain,
Frigid and fast.
Swiftly moving through the forest
Like a breeze.
Murky, dark waters of the night.
Waterfalls,
Small streams,
All coming together and
Rushing into the salty sea.
Rain drizzling onto the surface,
Droplets splashing.
Twisting and turning,
Living and breathing,
A life of its own,
Yet lifeless.
Ever-changing, ever the same…
How can something so simple be so complicated?
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5.49am
17 December 2012
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Love it, Eg-ro-eg Evo-li! If that was a first draft of one of mine, I'd be fighting the urge to change it, and hopefully winning. Thanks for your comment about mine. I might put some more up, but lots of them are quite dark and I worry what people might think. I also hate the spacing. How did those on the first page of this thread manage to get single line spacing? I tried it by running the lines on, and when I posted it it just looked awful and all over the place.
5.54am
6 December 2012
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mja6758 said
Love it, Eg-ro-eg Evo-li!
If that was a first draft of one of mine, I'd be fighting the urge to change it, and hopefully winning.
It was hard not to change it, since I obsess over the smallest things in my writing.
Thanks for your comment about mine. I might put some more up, but lots of them are quite dark and I worry what people might think.
I like dark poetry, and I'd love to read some more of your poetry.
I also hate the spacing. How did those on the first page of this thread manage to get single line spacing? I tried it by running the lines on, and when I posted it it just looked awful and all over the place.
Hold down shift when you press enter for single spacing.
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6.27am
6 December 2012
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Here is a random haiku that I read/heard somewhere:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
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7.02am
17 January 2013
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Egroeg Evoli said
Here is a random haiku that I read/heard somewhere:Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
Love this!
PS: Every time this thread pops up I think of "We ain't written no poetry.."
"..Turn off your mind relax and float down stream... It is not dying.."
9.10am
1 November 2012
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Many years ago I found a book of haikus, collected by an editor who was an expert in the art form -- and he claimed that it's a fallacy to think they have to be structured by 5-7-5 syllables, since in Japanese, syllables are different from English.
With that in mind, here are some of the haikus from that book I liked. If any readers here are stuck with the definition of haiku as having the syllabic structure, just think of these as short pithy poems:
I hear her sew
I hear the rain
I turn back a page.
(Lorraine Ellis Harr)
The sparkler goes out
and with it -- the face
of the child.
(Bob Boldman)
buttoning his fly
the boy with honeysuckle
clenched in his mouth
(Alexis Rotella)
Trying to forget him
stabbing
the potatoes
_________________
His footsteps in the room
above me: slowly
I brush my hair
__________________
Opening his dresser drawer --
darkness slips out
(Janice Bostok)
foetus kicks
the sky to the east
brilliant
(Chuck Brickley)
broken bowl
the pieces
still rocking
(William J. Higginson)
writing again
the tea water
boiled dry
(Gary Hotham)
sun & moon
in the same sky
the small hand of my wife
(Foster Jewell)
In my medicine cabinet
the winter fly
has died of old age.
(Alexis Rotella)
Moving
through the criteria --
a breeze.
(Robert Spiess)
Swinging on the hanger
her white summer dress:
wind chimes.
__________________
At the end of
myself
pencil tip
__________________
Mental hospital my shadow
stays outside
__________________
red flipped out
chicken lung
in a cold white sink
(Anita Virgil)
in the doll's head
news clippings
__________________
face wrapping a champagne glass
(Eric Amann)
with the last lamp
stripping
her shadow off
(Marlene Mountain)
11.59am
27 December 2012
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I remember posting on this thread =o. Anyways, I wrote a couple of poems to audition for my school's paper (it's been a long time) here are what I've come up with. They are actually posted on-line on another website. You can either click the links or check the spoiler below.
http://expertscolumn.com/content/sonnets
http://expertscolumn.com/conte…..ting-poems
http://expertscolumn.com/conte…..tles-poems
Some of them are partially inspired by the Beatles.
Sonnet One
And the world is going Helter Skelter
Slowly and slowly gaping to its brink
Aggravated and fueled by anger
Man is blinded and unable to think
There’s nothing in this world I can admire
This is reckoned by the wages of war
The world is barren, consumed by the fire
It’s absurd to see how deranged they are
All of my riches were stolen from me
I have nothing left not even a friend
I’ve had enough and this is what I see
T’is stuck on its tracks and doomed to a dead end
I have no friend, but I have you my love
I’ll see you soon in the skies above.
Sonnet Two
The last few days of summer are numbered
I’ve thought of some ways to enjoy
And so all my friends I have mustered
I said “Let us go to the beach ahoy!”
But sadly they did not approve of it
Now I don’t know who my friends really are
Do they go to my house just to eat?
I can’t believe we’ve gotten this far
And with one simple fight it would all end
I tried to talk to them with all my might
But they refused and I need a new friend
Now what will I do to set things right?
I’ve found a way and people say it’s odd
I have found the best of friends in our God.
Sonnet Three
In the beginning I misunderstood
I thought I could live without you near me
But now I see my life is no good
For being alone is no victory
I am longing to see your radiant face
And to hear the music that your lips make
It turns me on, makes my heart want to race
I won’t mind if I put my life in stake
I just want to be here with you again
You’re everything I need, my provision
A glance of you will take me to heaven
It has given me this precognition
I will be going for a visit soon
And once I’m there I’ll leave in a blue moon.
English Fetish
I can’t believe I am using English
Even Though I am not a real British
I am now in this rather odd skirmish
Where my nose looks like a bleeding radish.
The words coming out from my mouth
Makes the smartest man change his rote
Well, your pride I can mitigate
Touche’ just try to imitate
Can’t stop my contrafibularity
I just used it for the hilarity
The word doesn’t actually exist
I just used it so my laughter won’t cease
Fibula is to humerus,
So that’s what it makes it humourous
And I just used a punny pun
The word that you have just come upun.
Nail Cutter
The greatest tool invented my man kind
Was the dermatological cutter
Or the cutter if you’re English Blind
The highfalutin words give me laughter
What is this poem all about?
T’is the substitute for the mouth
This poem is not worthless
In fact, the humour is priceless
Who asked me to write a poem like this?
If I said it my life would be at risk
This dark peculiar man you can’t miss
He gives my poems a few tsk tsk tsk
Let’s go back to the nail cutter
The ultimate grooming machine
Did I say that it gives laughter?
By the way the poem was mine
Did I waste your time?
Time
Have you pondered with your Time?
And think of what it gives you
Your time is not worth a dime
Because it is always new
Your time is very important
So be sure to be hesitant
So if you’re already hasting
Just be sure not to be wasting
This poem is a simple test
If you have read it at this point
Then I think you are in unrest
Find peace if it’s me you have joint
I beg you to stop reading this
Go find something that is worthwhile
There are lots of things you will miss
For this poem is as long as the Nile
I pity your decision to go here
For these are the words you should adhere
This poem has given you a simple thought
In which for some time can never be bought.
I Me Mine
Well I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren’t cool
Thought I was on a hill like a fool
But I am the Walrus and I rule
My real name was Sergeant Pepper
But they call me Helter Skelter
I’m not a mod nor a mocker
To be honest, I’m a mocker
I live at Strawberry Fields
The place where nothing is real
A taste of honey it yields
Tells me that its love I feel
It is Getting Better
I love you Forever
You may be a rocker
But you ain’t a dancer
I love the Beatles
John Paul and George
Ringo giggles
Music surges
Number Nine?
I Me Mine
Two of Us
On Christmas
The poem has a descending metre, the last stanzas are gibberish.
My Music
So you see I don’t want to spoil the party
Everybody’s trying to be my baby
Their music had brought me out of Misery
It feels like walking through the road of Abbey.
And so Why don’t we do it in the road?
Turn off your mind relax and float downstream
It would lead to a Long and Winding Road
So listen to the colour of your dream
Their music is all that I seek
Listen to it Eight Days a Week
Hearing She Loves You makes me glad
Twist and Shout “I Want You so Bad”
There’s something in the way that makes us come together
I’ll get back to your side and forget the tears we’ve cried
Just Let it Be and get yourself a Ticket to Ride
Let us hear their music while it lasts forever
"When I was a robber *Piano Chord* in Boston Place"
"Let's hope this turns out pretty darn good huh"
"Pete may be the best, but Ringo is the star"
Paul:"Don't be nervous John"
John:"I 'm not"
12.07pm
17 December 2012
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Enjoyed very much. Just one question - I Me Mine, 2nd stanza 3rd line, should that be "rocker" to rhyme with "mocker" in the 4th line, instead of same word repeated? Just wondered.
12.28pm
27 December 2012
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Yep it's rocker =o, I wrote it on paper probably messed up in transcribing. AHDN reference =D
"When I was a robber *Piano Chord* in Boston Place"
"Let's hope this turns out pretty darn good huh"
"Pete may be the best, but Ringo is the star"
Paul:"Don't be nervous John"
John:"I 'm not"
12.39pm
17 December 2012
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Typos are easy. I do them all time. Sometimes takes another set of eyes to spot them. Only really matters in things like poetry.
1.16pm
27 December 2012
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It don't come easy when you make typos.
"When I was a robber *Piano Chord* in Boston Place"
"Let's hope this turns out pretty darn good huh"
"Pete may be the best, but Ringo is the star"
Paul:"Don't be nervous John"
John:"I 'm not"
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