Rune

There was a man who entered a local paper's pun contest. He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win. Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.

Peredhil had a girlfriend name Lorraine. He liked her alot but one day he found a new hottie at school named Clearly. He was quite attracted to Clearly but he knew he couldn't take her out while he was dating Lorraine. He knew he had to break up with Lorraine if he was even to have a chance to date Clearly but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. One day as Peredhil and Lorraine were walking along the riverbank, Lorraine slipped and fell in! The current of the river swept her away in an instant. Peredhil was shocked at first but soon recovered and ran home and exclaimed to Zool "I can see Clearly now, Lorraine is gone!" A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour of watching the goings on, Brute came over and started yelling at them - telling them to get out immediately. One of the chess guys looked over his shoulder and asked Brute why he was making them leave. "Because, " Brute said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer." The friars were behind on their belfry payments so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, their business started thriving immediately. A small rival florist from across town felt the competition was unfair. The rival went to the friars and asked them to shut down their shop explaining that his business was going down the tubes, but they refused. He went back again a week later and begged to no avail. So, the rival florist hired Hugh McTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he would be back everyday as long as their store remained in business. Terrified, they immediately closed their store proving that "Hugh, and only Hugh can prevent florist friars".

Works for me! as long as I can adore you unconditionally for your skills. *^__^*

Happy Birthday!

hehe that was really cute! Congrats all!

I think your my hero(ess) Yui. That poem was bloody brilliant.

Wonderfully written. There are a few song writers here at the pen and they are all so talented. Thank you for sharing.

That was sooo good. *^___^*

hehe i like it alot! its so cute. I think there are some spots that could be improved but in reality they contribute to the message as they are. If it were too perfect then it would sound rehearsed and insincere, its minor mistakes and common wording give it it’s own uniqueness.

For some reason this poem reminded me of a friend’s explanation of their Faith in their God and how they described it when I asked the ever loaded question of “why?” one day. It almost seems that the first few lines signify the sadness that could be had from loving someone who has died for your sins, the second could be the realization that you do believe in that sacrifice and are willing to reform your life to their teachings. The final could be the overwhelming feeling of putting every thought and decision in your life in the hands of one you cannot communicate directly with and the feeling of being lost and helpless at times of great sadness that might accompany that faith when you question it. I know that was not your intent, but I find it interesting to hear other peoples interpretation of different poems and stories so I like to share what first comes to mind when I read others as well. I am not religious, so Im kind of surprised it reminded me of that conversation since I walked away thinking that he was silly for believing. Beautiful any way your interpret it. Thank you for sharing.

I wonder if this poem does not speak of the physical disappearance of people within the pen..but more of the mental and sensitivity of certain things that are said within the pen. Or I wonder if it speaks directly of a Pen as in a writing instrument and the feeling that even when one does produce work and publish it that they feel unheard. That the halls within the keep are empty to their ears, that they do not hear themselves nor the voices of the ones they consider close echoing through the busy halls. The chatter could symbolize the playful banter between the poet and their friends, and although people do still chatter amongst themselves the poet does not pay notice as it does not directly include them. Even when in a crowd of people one can still feel very alone. And amid the voices of many, one might feel lost and unheard. The final line could signify the giving up stage of depression where the poet has committed suicide and given up on being heard through the use of their pen as an instrument to relay their thoughts. Obviously from the references to the dreamer and the crows and whatnot my interpretation is probably not correct, but it is an interesting way to look at it.

Wow, excellent use of techniques to add even more meaning to the poem through analysis. (analysis is such a splendid word, dont you think? I think its the sis on the end.. although it could be the ana at the front) So many wonder parts to this poem. Its like an epic, I kind of read it on the edge of my seat. So much symbolism.. *faints* Amazing.

*giggles* I was also sorta swept up in an image of some sort of drug, only to be surprised by candy coated sweetness! (in milk of course) Too good, too too good. (well the first thing that popped into mind was actually KEI, but I wont go into that *chuckles*)

Ah yeah, Ive felt that way before. In a subject different than money as the downfall but in something equally as useless to a dead man. One might say that this is the truth but if you think about it life is simply what you make of it. There are times when I could read this poem and agreed whole heartedly and nod with such passion that my head might pop right off. On the other hand there are times when I might read it and fight against the image it portrays with so much vigor that it would consume every thought running through my head. What does that prove? That I don’t think we are “needy fools” as much as “fools who are unsure what they need” and I am pretty sure we become fools because we lack guidance and therefore wish for the wrong things at times. The last 4 lines are interesting in that they seem to draw the image away from a general outlook on life to a personal revelation made possible by “you” the person described in the 3rd line from the bottom. Wonderful poem about a particularly dark and pessimistic outlook on life. Not something I would want to read on a nice spring day but that does not make me appreciate it any less. The ability to put subjects that might be considered hard to discuss into poetic form is a wonderful talent. Thank you for sharing.

I think ive read this poem 10 times trying to figure out what I want to say. Im kind of speechless. I was sort of lost after the first 4 lines. Not lost in a bad way, but because those lines seemed so vivid and strong. I think its the mention of a lifeless soul. I believe that your soul is what guides you through life and although I think it is possible to speak from your heart or your mind, your soul is what provides the words. Since a soul is useless without a body or a life in my opinion, to think of a lifeless, or a discorporate (lost) soul.. really hit hard. Beautiful as always. Thank you for sharing.

A huge thanks to all that have particpated so far. ^__^ The replies are wonderful and hopefully helped someone somewhere have a good time writing about something they might have not normally written about. If anyone would like to comment on something that is posted feel free to reply to this thread. Any other suggestions or words of wisdom are welcome as well.

Im late to respond. Been a rough few days. Its so beautiful Yui. You are so amazingly talented in so many ways.

Neither, its gross..everyone knows that ~

um, think he means he sees the poll as a tomato.. but im not sure.

I just wanted to bump this topic..because I think Zools words are very very strong. I have not read anything lately that has impacted me and made me look twice at certain situations in a long time. Thank you Zool for posting from your heart. It is a very helpful message.

Welcome to the pen. ^__^ Sorry I am late in responding. I tend to get behind on new poems and whatnot. I think this is a great start and would love to see it finished!

Rune wanders into the Banquet Room to see if anyone she knows is performing. She runs across a quiet stage in the corner where someone she has never met before begins to recite a poem they had recently published here at the keep. Watching and listening with keen interest she does her best to absorb the entire poem before rushing forward to comment on it to the author. “hey” she responds loudly, “Im not sure ive met you yet” she says, as though it were something very serious and perhaps even life threatening. “I cant believe I almost missed your reading! It was really good.” She bobs up and down slightly while talking. The hair sticking out of the nubbins behind her horns bobs as well and by the time she is finished the strands stick up on end from all the commotion. “Thank you for sharing.” She shakes the newcomers hand and then wanders towards the exit, lost in a day dream and trying her best to hold her pants up. As she leaves the presenter can hear her voice echo in their mind, slightly behind their right ear and alittle towards the center. “I really liked your poem. It’s a unique concept and it is very detailed which helps to create a clear visual picture of the scene as the poem rolls through. It reminds me of something specfic but for the life of me I cannot recall what it is. The key players appear to be the flower salesman, the man/woman buying the flowers, and time itself. All three interact well and the poem flows alittle ruggedly from one to another which creates a sort of confusion that actually contributes to the poem in my opinion. The only thing I would suggest is to reformat it alittle. Its kind of a huge run on which can hinder it for people who have a hard time reading a screen or might get confused to the point where they are turned off. Maybe add a line break or two where the focus switches characters. All just simple suggestions though. Thank you so much for sharing, and welcome to the pen!”

A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Amal." The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his mom. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Amal. Her husband responds, "But they are twins-if you've seen Juan, you've seen Amal. As migration approached, two elderly vultures doubted they could make the trip south, so they decided to go by airplane. when they checked their baggage, the attendant noticed that they were carrying two dead raccoons. "Do you wish to check the raccoons through as luggage?" she asked. "No, thanks," replied the vultures. "They're carrion." He was a mediocre conductor of a mediocre orchestra. He had been having problems with the basses; they were the least professional of his musicians. It was the last performance of the season, Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, which required extra effort from the basses at the end. Earlier that evening, he found the basses celebrating one of their birthdays by passing a bottle around. As he was about to cue the basses, he knocked over his music stand. The sheet music scattered. As he stood in front of his orchestra, his worst fear was realized; it was the bottom of the 9th, no score and the basses were loaded.

Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, but when they lit a fire in the craft it sank - proving once and for all that you can't have your kayak and heat it, too. Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One went to Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton fields and never amounted to much. The second one, naturally, became known as the lesser of two weevils. Harvey's grandfather clock suddenly stops working right one day, so he loads it into his van and takes it to a clock repair shop. In the shop is a little old man who insists he is Swiss, and has a heavy German accent. He asks Harvey, "Vat sims to be ze problem?" Harvey says, "I'm not sure, but it doesn't go 'tick-tocktick -tock' anymore. Now it just goes 'tick...tick...tick.'" The old man says, "Mmm-Hm!" and steps behind the counter, where he rummages around a bit. He emerges with a huge flashlight and walks over the grandfather clock. He turns the flashlight on, and shines it directly into the clocks face. Then he says in a menacing voice, "Ve haf vays of making you tock!"

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