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I echo Ozzy. It's beautiful. Simple, yet the imagery it evokes is very impressive. Wonderful poem, Adelaide.

"The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace." - Andrew Marvell "Come on now, be reasonable, you can't destroy EVERYTHING.... where would you sit?" Nobody's perfect... well, there was this guy, but I killed him. Oh, and YOU!! Out of the gene pool. If you drink, don't Park. Accidents cause people. "I an but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw." - Hamlet, Act 2:2 "Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece." - Lisa Simpson, The Simpsons "If it isn't then it's not. But if it is...then there you go." "Video games don't ruin kids. If Pac-Man ruined us as kids, we would all be running around in darkened rooms, eating magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." "The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast." Oscar Wilde "Twinkle, twinkle little star I don't wonder what you are, For by spectroscopic ken, I know that you are hydrogen." Ian D. Bush

No one has commented on this??? Hmph. Excellent work, Rahsash (like I expect anything but from you). Sweet, simple, and heart warming. Everyone needs someone to cheer them up at the end of the day. I hope you have someone, too.

very vivid pictures... I want to comfort her. Impressive.

bravo, beautiful work Cyril... I look forward to reading more. =)

that is so cool! crazy creepy scary, but very cool. Nicely done, Ozyboo.

aw... *blushes and scuffles the dirt with her toe* thanks everybody!

(In case you're getting a mild case of deja vu, I modified the ending... Cheese is good, but not in poetry.) Ordered Chaos Up, down, all around A sinusoidal curve, Welcome, dear, to my domain But do you have the nerve To burrow down into my head, Face chaos of the mind And set it all to order's call And leave your thoughts behind? Life has left its calling card For those who know the signs The raccoon's mask, the crooked smile, The absense of the lines Of prose, so flowing and so sweet - Ambrosia for the eyes - I dole out just the smallest taste And leave the rest inside The twisting recess of myself, But now I've found, you see Imagination at its worst Resides inside of me. My muse has fled, my well is dry Yet only I do know That cracks appear, small but severe In the monument of stone That blocks my path and drags me down And hinders all my tries To brew some new ambrosia for Us both... So that is why I write this message for you all To let you know, my dears I see my muse is limping home So put aside your fears. She'll come to stay one of these days So I'll just bide my time For ambrosia-flavoured moments when I turn to prose from rhyme. Edited by: Tralla at: 6/15/02 5:06:49 pm

hehehehe very nice. I like SMACK! =) You could substitute quite a few choice words in there...

We all have dreams, it seems, that we mourn over because they can never be. For those of us that are lucky enough to have the gift of putting our dreams to words, I think it is somewhat different... We give them a kind of life, but not the kind we'd like. *Stops, reads what she wrote, and scratches her head in confusion* Hm... I'm getting philosophical... *Goes off to take her temperature*

This is very very cool. Well done! =)

Hmm... oops... I'm a little late, eh? Ah, well, nothing unusual in that...

Another English assignment, again Valentine's themed... We had to write a parody of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's most famous sonnet, How Do I Love Thee. Here's the original: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. What follows is my version. Trust me to twist love to something so dark, eh? Btw, I wrote this from a certain person's pov... Can you see who? How do I love you? Oh, let's count the ways. I love you all as far and wide and high As I can reach, my touch raises a cry From all human Beings and their fallen Grace. I love you to the measure of every eve's Most violent price, by moon and dim starlight. I love you helplessly, as men turn from Right; I love you foully, as they misconceive; I love you with the fury leaked from all Your griefs, and with my immortal distrust; I love you with the hate I beck and call For eternity -- I love you for the lust, Greed, pain, of all your lives! -- and, if God fall, I will cease to love you, as now I must.

Noticably lighter than my normal style... We had an assignment in English for Valentine's Day. We had to write a love-themed poem. Everyone was going bitter, so I thought I'd try something a little... different. ---------------- "Narcissism" Raising my head, What do I see? Who's this beautiful creature Staring at me? With hair like spun gold And eyes like the sun, Lips rosey red And a dimple for fun. A face that stays lovely Throughout all time... Oh geez I just realized I'm thinking in rhyme! ~ ~ ~ With a small sigh, I blow a kiss to the mirror and exit the room.

... Wow. Just, wow. That's all I can say. O.o

So sad... I couldn't have portrayed it better if I'd written a full story. Brava!

Aw... The tragic victim? At least the speaker is trying to mend what is broken. Very impressive, as always Peredhil. =)

Hmm... a lot of rage, but it's constructive. Like you can see something that she'll never see on her own, and that's frustrating to you. Interesting. Very nicely written.

Very interesting... I like, I like! =) Definitely a less common angle on the whole love issue.

Aw... that's so cool! =) Very nicely written, Nyyark!

oooooh... Spiffy, one and all. Need I say more than that? (spiffy is such a wonderful word, don't you agree?)

Oooh very spiffy. I like the contrasting ideas, too. =) (You stole my line, Seth! Grr!) "I have a blue million Faces And not all are Masks." I like these lines a lot, they really jump out at me. But then, I have the whole fascination with masks, and images, and personalities, and stuff... yeah... Very cool poem. =)

Awww... and I ask again... Why can't I find a guy like that??? =D Fantastic poem, Seth... Melts me into a puddle of gooey-aww-warmth-ness.

Hm... already said this, but... I love your poetry, and I can't figure out why (in a good way.) There's just something very very nifty about it.

Hm... I really like this. I can't say why, but I do. There's just something about it. Not very helpful or constructive, I know, but still...