Poets Unite!

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RIVERFLAN

Friday, February 8, 2008 12:11 AM

I've got this poem from a friend
And I thought it was worth sharing
Thank you, asarian, for you support
Against these rhyming types (lol)

THE COMPUTER SWALLOWED GRANDMA

The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly its true!
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.

I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Jeeves
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online.'

So, if inside your 'Inbox,'
My Grandma you should see,
Please 'Copy,''Scan' and 'Paste' her
And send her back to me.

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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.

ALLIETHORN7

Friday, February 8, 2008 1:42 AM

And-ah now-ah; to the morbid and the creepifyin'!!!
Once I saw the world stand still,
I saw the bitter struggle
I once thought I was worth the kills
Of a thousand thousand others.
But here I stand, alone,
And land before me does the rain
Refuses it to fall on me,
TO cleanse me of my sins
To make me feel at once, whole again,
And a thousands times more beat
But fear me not, my brethren,
For this is but not my end, No;
I know from long ago,
How so I shall go,
With the coming and going of the tide.
So watch me, longer, ere you leave,
As I sit here and ponder,
What I had and what never was,
And the career of Jimmy Fonda.
And so I fade, into the Black,
A ghost or spirit to you;
To me? A thousand thousand other things,
For I am haunted, too...

How's that for right off the top of my head?

-Danny

and every time I play with passion I start breaking strings,
and my voice cracks when I sing from my heart
guess that's the price I've got to pay to know that I'm alive
this melody is tearing me apart

THRICE RULES!!!!!!!!!
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein.
http://www.myspace.com/otherrandomdude

RIVERFLAN

Friday, February 8, 2008 2:21 AM

That's amazing, alliethorn
The poem that sprouted
Off the top of you head
But, I suppose
That happens to people
Who don't wash their hair nearly enough
Then don't wash it too well
And stay out in the sun...
Jk, jk, and only a tease
Don't mean for any hurt feelings
But I just couldn't resist

Another relic poem
Relinquished from the layers
Of my past
Shall presented
Now:

Pillow of Perfection-
The perfect pillow
That anyone could give me
Would be furry
Soft, warm
Cuddly and cute
And it wouldn't run on batteries or electricity
Have you guessed what it would be?
A cat, of course

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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.

ALLIETHORN7

Friday, February 8, 2008 8:14 PM

No offence is taken, Riverflan,
That was merely my suposistion,
That folks would see this morbid side,
And not think as well of me-
Not care's I, or you, says I,
But these people know people with
The Asylum!

-Danny

and every time I play with passion I start breaking strings,
and my voice cracks when I sing from my heart
guess that's the price I've got to pay to know that I'm alive
this melody is tearing me apart

THRICE RULES!!!!!!!!!
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein.
http://www.myspace.com/otherrandomdude

NVGHOSTRIDER

Friday, February 8, 2008 8:27 PM

Posted elsewhere October 25th, 2007:

Been digging through old stuff since there is little else to do. Found this one from December 7th, 2005. Most folks know this as Pearl Harbor Day but it also happens to be the birthday of the man I consider to be my father.

Soul Shaken World
Crashing vicious
Thundering
Shuddering
Equalibrium failed
Flying Wallenda falling
Empty grasp at granite
Ledge speeding by
Popping ear drums
Open for gasps and screams
Flooding on ground floor watching

Sharing the horror
Fallings final moments

Gots mad skillz, loves playing with matches.

STEAMER

Saturday, February 9, 2008 11:49 AM

Ode to a Distant Star

We're so far away, we're too far apart,
Beyond what the radar can see;
But whilst you're within easy reach of my heart,
I wish you were here with me.

Empty the days and lonely the nights,
Overwhelming's my wish to flee
And pounce by surprise and hang onto you tight
For I wish you were here with me.

Don't know what you've been through or who's shared your life
But the next, I wish I could be;
For mutual respite from all our strife,
I just wish you were here with me.

Too much we might worry, too harsh we might natter,
Truthsome, it never comes free;
Just know that to my mind, no way it can matter -
I still wish you were here with me.

Captain of the New England Browncoats
http://www.myspace.com/nebrowncoats

SISTER

Saturday, February 9, 2008 3:28 PM

I wish to thank the browncoats for all they've said and done;
to keep alive the dream, the hope, the vision and the fun.
For I had lost the long-ago, passion of my past;
The pictured stories of a future that could come to pass.
We are so brief upon this globe, our time and lives do end;
What mark, what trail, advice or hope could we recommend?
Our lives are often filled with pain and loss and sadness too.
Too often life is just one giant steaming nasty pile of poo.
Without our loves and passions there would be no art to say,
Keep the hope - stay the fight - we HAVE to win - one day!
I could see no hope, no happiness upon that distant shore;
Until I found "Serenity" and then, and then, so much more.
What a wonder! What a jewel! How could this have gone by;
Without my full attention? How I miss more Firefly!

STEAMER

Saturday, February 9, 2008 4:52 PM

RF, I think we've created a monster
But in this thread we've safely ensconced her.

My ex could never seem to get her fill o'
Her friend's stuffed kitty pillow;
But methinks that doesn't hold a candle
To a warm little package of fur and purr that has a tail instead of a handle.

Captain of the New England Browncoats
http://www.myspace.com/nebrowncoats

RIVERFLAN

Saturday, February 9, 2008 5:06 PM

At least this monster
Isn't eating us
And we have it
Safely locked up
In this thread

Speaking of which
Another couple of poems I have
Sort of relate to this subject
So here they are-

Imagination:
Imagination
Can be a wonderful thing
But terrible too.
You can take yourself
To a fantastic land
And meet
Wonderful creatures
Like unicorns
Fairies
And others
That only you can imagine.
But having a good imagination
Also means
That your nightmares
Are unbearably real
And you feel all the horror
As vampires suck your blood
Werewolves eat you alive
And dragons
Incinerate you.
So be careful
And don't let your
Imagination
Wander too far
For you never know
What might try to steal it.

Two Sides of the Ocean:
The ocean
So deep and fathomless
Host to so many creatures
Unrelenting and unforgiving
Just as deadly
As any jungle.
Look
At any shark
Feeding
Or a giant squid
Sucking the life
Out of it's prey
And that
Will prove my point.
But don't get me wrong
The ocean
Can be beautiful too.
Just look
At a pod of dolphins
Playing happily.
The ocean
Is very beautiful
Just remember
To be careful
While visiting.

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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.

STEAMER

Saturday, February 9, 2008 7:45 PM

Two poems' worth of good advice
Regarding things that may entice.
Or terrify, if we're not cearful:
Of them it's best we don't be fearful.

Not all monsters of the ocean
Can initiate their own motion.
In two months, there's an anniversary
On which I won't be quite so tersary:
A steel sea monster met her end
In verse her story shall then be penned.

Captain of the New England Browncoats
http://www.myspace.com/nebrowncoats

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