08-13-2006, 07:15 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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Speed Poetry Challenge
Here's the challenge: Take the word (phrase) given by the preceding poster and write a poem containing that word or phrase, you write the time you start and the time you end (a good way to prove the time ended is to edit, maybe posting the next challenge word or phrase).
For this challenge it must be at least 4 stanzas with 4 lines (it may be more but cannot be less), basically a minimum of 16 lines. I love to write poetry, it's therapeutic for me and when the muse has me stuck and I need a release speed poetry always helps..... The phrase or the word can be anything, even non-sensical. The poem need not rhyme but must be at least the 16 lines. Once done, you add your word or phrase for the next participant..... Hopefully, some of you writers out there are brave enough to take the challenge. Good luck all ........ let the game begin: the first challenge is the word: "Sapphire"
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" Last edited by pan6467; 08-13-2006 at 10:24 AM.. |
08-17-2006, 07:35 PM | #2 (permalink) |
hoarding all the big girl panties since 2005
Location: North side
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Brienne of Tarth
From the Sapphire Isle A woman of cunning A woman with guile She's quick with a blade and homely of face quick to temper and short of grace She might not be real she might be made-up But she's still interesting and on this rhyme I'm stuck Brienne of Tarth From the Sapphire isle always is interesting always makes me smile took like... three minutes Alrighty... the next phrase is: lemon custard pie
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
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08-17-2006, 10:06 PM | #3 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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Looked high
Look low For something to eat Cookies were stale Didn't want meat Candy was gone Fruit wasn't a choice As I searched out a snack I heard a tiny voice Eat me eat me It seemed to say My expiration date falls on today I ventured to the fridge As the voice became clearer I opened the door It beckoned me nearer I moved the milk I looked low I looked high And there was heaven In a lemon custard pie 4 minutes.... A leaf
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08-18-2006, 05:34 AM | #4 (permalink) |
hoarding all the big girl panties since 2005
Location: North side
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It can fall
or be turned over anew add it to let and it's a small piece of information pluralize it and you're off on an adventure four letters two vowels add it to your table and you've got room for company green or yellow or orange or any color you want, really and in the fall they're so much fun to CRUNCH! 4 minutes A squirrel
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
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08-18-2006, 11:03 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Artist of Life
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Too sudden a squirrel
I see not its face but know that it watches humbled by pace So loud yet so quiet It leaves not a trace Aside from the victim it leaves in disgrace Is it vengeance and strife or mearly of needs? Does it know what it does or the grievance it feeds? My garden, abolished and with it my will No chance of revival until there's a chill To this a sudden squirrel I now lay in wait So dream of those gardens and know they are bait 5 minutes at a glance Last edited by Ch'i; 08-18-2006 at 11:06 PM.. |
08-24-2006, 07:05 PM | #6 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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She looks much younger...
At a glance She fears any more than that will reveal All the pain and life lived She acts much sweeter At a glance But talk for a while And know her sorrows She's a clown At a glance But life's a game and no one leaves a winner. 6 minutes Snoring too loud
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08-28-2006, 08:48 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: Dingden, DE / Centennial, CO
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A buzzsaw ripping into my head
A megatonne explosion to wake the dead Oh how I could wish I could rid the boring Into my skull of my girlfriends' snoring Across this warm August night Her nose clamor makes me reach for a light And look for something to stop the incessance Anything to help me find a little evanescence So I get up and camp in the livingroom I finally fall asleep, but it's spelled my doom Not half an hour later, she is yelling And so I return, if only for the quelling So now it is quiet, she's sleeping on her side And I'm still awake, but my mind's on low tide And I wish I could rid the boring Into my skull of her dogs' snoring. Seven minutes. Next word: Cerberus
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Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away |
08-28-2006, 09:08 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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Cererbus was his name
creating havoc his game Everywhere he went he could put people to shame and a death wishing pain Terra was her name Love her game She could ease people's pain removing them from evil's flame The 2 once met Sparks of rage sent One was hope, love and ambition The other despair, hatred and failure he caused with precision But somewhere in their heart They knew together the other was a part So in solace they shared their part And hence thus Karma did start 5 minutes. 103-108 a heart still beating
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" |
08-28-2006, 09:26 PM | #9 (permalink) |
Artist of Life
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Mind wandering, boredom instilled
the teacher keeps talking, lecture fulfilled Drifting into space, vanished; no trace My mind has stopped A pulse starts to hit, no sign of retreat again it pounds, shedding deceit pulling me out, reminding me of now A heart still beating Time flies, my eyes start to glaze the lack of attention, that persistent haze Shrouded with thoughts of sleep, and falling in deep My mind has stopped The mind sustained by its heart, wihout it it would have fallen apart The heart knows only what lies near the mind The two repay each other in kind. 6 minutes. I don't know why Last edited by Ch'i; 09-28-2006 at 10:12 PM.. |
07-09-2007, 08:47 AM | #10 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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12:35
People trying hard to make it through the day Trying hard to find their way Through a world that don't care And a society that don't share Greatest country on Earth and you look around We've become the haves and have nots without fight, without sound Embroil them in mass media, give them Paris, give them Britney To feed their aching heads so they can't see People trying hard to make ends meet Just to be told their jobs are expendable, hit the street Taking away their hope, esteem and pride Let's make it all the workers fault so they can't cry about their downward slide Take away their pride, take away their drive Make them wish they weren't alive While you sit on top your hill Doing your coke, looking for the next thrill How sad to keep the worker down When you know there is more than enough to go around It doesn't go with you when you die Explain why you are so greedy, cause I don't know why Tough one 12:47 12 minutes the next phrase/word: GRAVITY
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" Last edited by pan6467; 07-09-2007 at 08:49 AM.. |
07-09-2007, 05:54 PM | #11 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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damn...just read mine....I wrote that?
OK...see if I can go 2fer2... 9:51 Strapping the safety gear A quick peck and we're off The breeze was nice The company nicer But the heat was more than enough A route planned out Head west than north For journaling an essay, she said Somehow they got lost And water was needed The heat was waking the dead Still, it was great Open road, open minds, no work Friendly faces, interesting places And kisses at the end, the big perk! 9:54
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07-09-2007, 06:00 PM | #12 (permalink) | |
The Reforms
Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi |
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07-11-2007, 06:08 AM | #13 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Taken in kind, this law of mine
face first on stones scattered on my path gravity it seems so easy to find sometimes showing a bloodied wrath I stumble....and hope its kind next word-wrath Last edited by tecoyah; 07-11-2007 at 06:09 AM.. Reason: timestamp |
07-11-2007, 12:12 PM | #14 (permalink) | |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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Good thing Tec knows how to read carry on....
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em. |
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07-11-2007, 09:33 PM | #15 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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1:30
The wrath of God is upon us, so they say But I ask who are they? They say they are followers and believers Yet, they follow men who claim to know God's thoughts To me they sound like decievers 1:32 not much there next phrase: Crystal
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" |
07-12-2007, 07:59 AM | #17 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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11:55
Creativity looms in the shadows Calling for its rightful place Stasis overtakes the room once held By imagination at a furied pace Cut in two by forces held Love and the right thing face to face Oh to be a child again And not know the consequence of stagnation's disgrace 11:59 Doorways
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em. |
07-14-2007, 02:04 AM | #18 (permalink) |
Insane
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Doorways, doorways,
made of clay, made of stone, made of hay. Made of passions, long denied, made of iron, held by pride. Decisions once chosen, never reclaimed, never forsaken, the ways already ordained. The paths, the choices, that we all make, circling around, like a coiling snake. Biting its tail, never ending, never foul, just a doorway, to the clouds, to the flames, where once passions lay claim. As the end game, slowly draws near, we slowly lose, what we held dear, reality slips away, and this we fear, as we slide through the doorway, and all is made clear, that the end of the dream, has finally drawn near. 5 mins word :"illusion"
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07-16-2007, 07:59 AM | #19 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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11:51
Sunlight plays on violet waves Eyes know what they see Imagination takes its place And illusion wriggles free Shadows dance amongst the green Summer breezes play the tune Life from dirt feeds hungry eyes Watching vibrancy of nature's cartoon Not everything of life can travel Not everything is simple in line It is all ours to drink into the psyche To feel with heart and mind 11:58 eh...... Yellow
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em. |
08-07-2007, 12:36 PM | #20 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: At a computer, obviously.
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In darkness I find myself alone.
In my mind I am my own. But my heart won't let me be. The dark is broken by sights to see. At first myself as I percieve. With open hands to recieve. Fire's the only gift I get. But it's sure to get worse yet. I can hear a demon's bellow. My eyes change form to yellow. On that man's face, an evil grin. Against this demon I cannot win. I see a cross, a flash of light. Angels soar in to join the fight. Their shining swords are swift and strong. The demon surely won't last long. Forgot to time my stupid self. I think about 3 minutes? Next phrase: Midnight Ballads |
08-07-2007, 02:25 PM | #21 (permalink) |
warrior bodhisattva
Super Moderator
Location: East-central Canada
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Midnight ballads are best left unheard
When it is the prudent mind that sleeps. But how can this be the best advice when That sweet music dances through the darkness? Daytime songs are impure and impudent, As they emit through the static of waves Rendered unstable from the multitude of Friendships, deals, and uncertain promises. The night air is clearer, or so it seems; Perhaps the static is still there, waiting For the next transmission to break the Silence in the next moment of failed tranquility. The air will ring, ring, or perhaps it will Jing-a-ling along with your favourite tune. Nothing can stop the noise, and what can start The silence that even ballads yet still crave? Approx. 5 min. Next word: puffin
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 08-07-2007 at 02:28 PM.. Reason: Forgot the time and the next word. |
08-08-2007, 01:43 PM | #22 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: At a computer, obviously.
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4:40
Strange green bush, Creeping slowly, Puts me on high, Feel so lowly. Puffin' away, Not a single care, But the heart yearns, The numb I can't bare. The body tingles, The mind wanders, Something inside me, Grows all the fonder. True self is lost, Illusions are found. Passing the time, 'Til I'm in the ground. 4:42 Next Phrase: kindred spirits
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai. |
08-20-2007, 08:08 PM | #23 (permalink) |
warrior bodhisattva
Super Moderator
Location: East-central Canada
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"Kindled flame under kindred spirits";
I close the book of poetry faster than I had opened it, for fear of losing a tooth. Since when have the poets felt Ashamed of writing about "I"? What day was it decided that It would be a rebel act to do away with "me"? We must stop reserving our libidinal Juices for that other act; The one that too has its rebellious thrust, especially if you do it without "me". Sometimes an "I" is just an "I"; Other times it is meant as a self-reflexive Jaunt not meant to go beyond the words You truly wish to fondle into fruition. Six minutes. Next phrase: "I'm bringing alliteration back."
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot |
08-21-2007, 04:26 AM | #24 (permalink) |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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Possibilities
Probabilities Picking what to pack Preparing for a plane ride out I'm bringing alliteration back! (ok, so that was just silly) 4 minutes Breakfast
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em. |
08-21-2007, 02:04 PM | #25 (permalink) |
Banned
Location: Chicago's western burbs
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5:05
reaching out across the internet searching for enlightened minds some one or ones to bounce ideas off of or just to sit back and listen to friends to critique your work or simply applaud when it's merited some little nook wherein lies fodder for inspiration speed poetry challenges the mind to create anew a breakfast for the soul much as to eat in the morning is fuel for the mind to bring on energy to meet the day waking the inner muse so she might inspire again today 5:09 Midnight hmmm.. ok next word requiem Last edited by Midnight; 08-21-2007 at 02:13 PM.. Reason: adding a word for next person |
08-21-2007, 02:58 PM | #26 (permalink) |
Playing With Fire
Location: Disaster Area
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5:56
Requiem for a Post I had it close in Mind I never knew its Death Would leave me wanting More I've tried see the wisdom Gone Its nature eludes me Still I often see the answer Yet But once again its Lost 5:58 Metamorphosis
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Syriana...have you ever tried liquid MDMA?....Liquid MDMA? No....Arash, when you wanna do this?.....After prayer... |
08-22-2007, 04:00 PM | #28 (permalink) |
warrior bodhisattva
Super Moderator
Location: East-central Canada
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I won't blame my maladjustment
on the school system, even though Metamorphosis wasn't assigned on the curriculum. That's the Kafka, not the Duff, though the latter wasn't even cut until years later. Now my age is showing. Though I suppose it's still up in the air. All you need to do is look at my profile, anyway. You know where to find it; And I'm not referring to Facebook. It is a few clicks away, just don't make fun of my nose. 5 minutes. Next phrase: nerves of aluminum
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot |
08-22-2007, 05:06 PM | #29 (permalink) | |
peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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8:57 Relaxing as the world spins by Not caring about a thing Honeysuckle fills the air A distant sparrow sings Sun and shade dance together against a sky of brilliant cadmium suddenly a jolt and I fly thru the air And think to myself I must have nerves of aluminum For nerves of steel would not hurt And I cry out in wounded pain Not a good end to a beautiful day But rest assured, I'll be there again 9:04 (including looking up 'cadmium' ) bozo on a bench
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08-22-2007, 05:06 PM | #30 (permalink) | |
Playing With Fire
Location: Disaster Area
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Syriana...have you ever tried liquid MDMA?....Liquid MDMA? No....Arash, when you wanna do this?.....After prayer... |
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08-28-2007, 11:00 AM | #31 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: At a computer, obviously.
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A happy face that's painted on.
Though happiness is long since gone. A smile that he's forced to don. The clown never shows tears. Flamboyant paint he's forced to flout. A routine he cannot doubt. He cannot let his demons out. He smiles for the children. From time to time he wonders why. As a child he dreamed to fly. Now he feels like he may cry. I pity the poor man. Solitude he will find here. He can allow a leaking tear. Judgment he need not fear. This bozo on a bench. 3 minutes. blood
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai. |
08-29-2007, 11:52 PM | #32 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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3:49am
The needle absorbs the liquid from the spoon In a second it'll poke a hole in the skin It's contents mixing thoroughly with her blood And she'll feel the warmth of the womb He takes the needle and loads it Ah the sweet sting He feels as it goes in He waits for the feeling anxiously as he sits Lovers they are Lovers till the end Neither knowing each other But still lovers they are The junk carried so fast in the blood The feeling overcomes them And away they go To their special place as their heads turn to mud She fingers herself but can't get off He sits watching But doesn't know what She tries to orgasm but all she can do is cough The high lasts for hours it seems Then the needle they'll take to again Injecting themselves with their drug Missing out on lost dreams Hers was a simple dream A mother, wife, lover was she His was a harsh one Where no one heard his scream So there they are knowing how they fell From great heights and prestige To loneliness And Hell 3:52AM Next up: 12 hours
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" |
09-01-2007, 05:01 PM | #33 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: At a computer, obviously.
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Not enough time.
It's all I can think. Each hour's chime, And deeper I sink. Just twelve hours, To say my goodbyes. Takes all my powers, To silence my cries. There's no time for tear. There's no time for word. There's no time for fear. It seems so absurd. I try to be tough, Though soon he'll be gone. Nothing is enough. Hour or eon. 3 minutes. Seriously? Again? Let's try something obvious: Samurai
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai. Last edited by Yukimura; 09-01-2007 at 05:03 PM.. |
09-06-2007, 04:19 PM | #34 (permalink) |
Psycho
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8:17 -8:23
The blade shimmers Wildly in the moonlight Balance is the penchant Honor is the way My drink never far My smile never near My chaotic thoughts Betrayed by me veneer Truth and lies Are enemies Servitude is the way I serve my master Neither friend Nor enemy Shall be spared I am a samurai. edit: next word: faltering smile |
09-06-2007, 06:12 PM | #35 (permalink) |
Artist of Life
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7:05
Staring at the sun with burning eyes staring down into a sea of light which calmly fades with flickers of black intwined without a moment's notice into a memory which scorched much more than anything before Lying on the ground, fixated on the sun it sheds these pictures which appear. Constantly I see them; ever more I feel them A moment free is all I seek And so into our star I peer, unwaivering, never looking away from that moment of peace The pain begins to fall away; my eyes no longer see anything but the past For now and forever, my world devoid of light, I see only her faltering smile. 7:12 Edit: Next word: absolute hilarity Last edited by Ch'i; 09-06-2007 at 06:17 PM.. |
09-07-2007, 04:50 PM | #36 (permalink) |
Psycho
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8:45 -8:50
Laugh, laugh, laugh. The sound reverberates I can hear it in my chest Your laughter makes me smile Do you remember the curly haired boy with brown eyes? Do you remember the unfunny jokes? Do you remember laying in the ground and laughing As if the laughter had sprung from some well deep within the earth? No wind could take away your tears of joy, I have seen absolute hilarity It came in the form of an inappropriate joke You couldn’t stop laughing even though everyone was looking. Those times are were too funny They’ve become sad All that’s left is a longing to hear Laugh, laugh, laugh. Edit: new word: truth without wisdom Last edited by albania; 09-07-2007 at 04:53 PM.. |
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