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| Deirdre_the_Sorrowful | May 31 2006, 05:34 PM Post #1 |
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Summoner
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i've decided to give myself ten minutes to write a poem. i don't know what it's going to be about yet but i'm sure i'll think of...whoops! 9:20...here i go! So here you are, Enslaved to the obese warmongerers of the Current Era, Lifting pounds of cloth to shelter the pounds they have gained As they feed themselves quotas and subsidies, Points, shares, bears, bulls - Beef? Red meat, yes. (And sex, and heart attacks) These are America. Revenue is equal to the number of idiots per square mile times the number of Chinese women locked in the warehouse out back. Meanwhile, a child in Harlem is saying its first word. What is it? hmmmm....I can't say this resembles any poetry i write under normal circumstances, but i suppose that's the point. the topic i started out with, by the way, was my job...boy did it veer off rather quickly. anyone else want to try? it's not really enough time to truly practice poetic skills, but it is kind of like psychotherapy....don't know if that's a great selling point, but...whatever. |
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| Holocollector | Jun 1 2006, 11:57 AM Post #2 |
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Christmas is Coming
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Not bad. I like it because it sounds like a commentary poem. The chinnese women at back. Also, bulls, points and shares. The economy. My guess this is a poem on the american dream. I shall do mine in 10 minutes as well. clocked at 3:30 p.m. at this time. Day by day it bends The wall keeps falling, White old, crumbling, The air turns and knives it, Splinters and wood dust falls But no fairy dust will mend These wounds. Wooden gnomes are at The door, sometimes Even wooden objects Are weak and sore. Am I too weak to stand? Could it be that I am Not a man? The sun Is like a golden axe, The wind rushing inside me Exploding like a giant gash. Maybe If I am too Careful, when the wooden frames Collide, I will someday walk away from this land. |
| Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture. | |
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