BEAKER Posted March 10, 2005 Report Share Posted March 10, 2005 Words are worth their weight in goldwhen meaning opens to unfoldthe inner depth of truth untoldwithin the many we are sold. Thanks Turtle. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GAHD Posted March 11, 2005 Report Share Posted March 11, 2005 yes it's great to conversein short and witty rhyming versenow's the time I would proposea battle fought in firey prose as Shakespeare himself would seem to saya quatrain's power has it's waywhen on stage, last act being doneand puck did 'scape the serpent's tongue Golden words spoken yessterdayinspired me in my own wayto take and weave my tonge's own silver and place it here leaving all bewildered Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted March 12, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 12, 2005 Fell off the wagon dear I fear,just opened up my 4th beer.I thinks I must not fiery battle fight,because I'm just too drunk tonight. :cup: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BEAKER Posted March 13, 2005 Report Share Posted March 13, 2005 A battle in fiery prose? Who knows the woes this could dispose!?!To come to eloquent blows with those crows that shadows froze.The power of prose that grows and flows has risen and rose!I feel it from my head to my toes! -But I just can't stop the rhymes sometimes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted March 13, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 13, 2005 No amount of little writing,quells the urge to go on fighting,but offer up some food to eat,to see combatants take their seat. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BEAKER Posted March 14, 2005 Report Share Posted March 14, 2005 Food is good, desert is greaterI'd rather eat mine now than later. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted March 17, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 17, 2005 I see six hundred posts I've reached,indeed a manic run,with just another finger tap,I've reached six hundred one. B) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted March 25, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2005 Our theory called Big Bang,seems more than a hunch,our question yet answered,will there be a Big Crunch? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted March 25, 2005 Report Share Posted March 25, 2005 underneath seven,you might find eight.either way,this song is great. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BEAKER Posted March 25, 2005 Report Share Posted March 25, 2005 Our theory called Big Bang,seems more than a hunch,our question yet answered,will there be a Big Crunch?The big bang orangutangclimbed upon a chair and sangmonumental hunch to hangso many theories in a gang. When the munchy is crunchycause the theory is hunchythe science gets punchywhen it's time for lunchy. Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted March 28, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 28, 2005 This is the kind of four line poem that runs across the page all the way 'till it reaches right,the kind of stream of conciouness no metered poem that springs up in your mind at night,and seems to have some kind of theme or point but it's pretty hard seeing it but you might,but if you do let me know because I don't think I even have the slightest idea what it is. :) :) ;) :) :) ;) :) :) ;) :cup: :cup: :cup: :cup: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted March 28, 2005 Report Share Posted March 28, 2005 that sure is long,kind of like king kong,just on his side,and somehow stretched across the horizon. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted April 2, 2005 Report Share Posted April 2, 2005 i like the circlesin your eyescould i cut theminto fives? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
infamous Posted April 3, 2005 Report Share Posted April 3, 2005 Men resist death,as long as they live.Only when they must,will they reverence give. So what can be learned,from a life pure and fit.For the fullness is found, in the dying of it. by Infamous Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BEAKER Posted April 4, 2005 Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 Men resist death,as long as they live.Only when they must,will they reverence give. So what can be learned,from a life pure and fit.For the fullness is found, in the dying of it. by InfamousThat's totally cool and truly profound!Some of the best rhyme I've seen around.Deeper than life is the sobering sound,at the end of it all as we're placed in the ground. BEAKER Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted April 4, 2005 Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 a traintrack through the cornea,desert footprints nudge a shadow of a bird who's flying to the moon. try to sympathize the sun dial,buried by the tide of sunken dune. i watched the vines crawl from the pot,the earth got cold, the earth got hot.seven tremors roll like dice every time the chair creeks,beating hearts get sick of that song too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
infamous Posted April 5, 2005 Report Share Posted April 5, 2005 That's totally cool and truly profound!Some of the best rhyme I've seen around.Deeper than life is the sobering sound,at the end of it all as we're placed in the ground. BEAKER Your poetic taste,is impeccable I'm sure.To recognize my art,so luminous and pure. Haste; tell me dear friend,my one amorous peer.Was that only smoke, just to tickle my ear? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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