| Re: Snow by MacFrantic |
Skamper 202.6.132.210 |
19-May-07/4:31 PM |
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| Re: My Soul Cries Out by amanda_dcosta |
Skamper 202.6.132.210 |
19-May-07/4:21 PM |
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There's a lot of this kind of poetry out there - standing out is a challenge.
"And erase those emotions that cause me to
Be disappointed in you."
A clever line - a definate keeper
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| Re: Bookshop girls by Stephen Robins |
Skamper 202.6.132.210 |
19-May-07/4:15 PM |
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Bookshop boys are a tiresome lot
Corduroy trousers
And a spotted bot
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| Re: a comment on A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
Dovina 76.7.111.41 |
19-May-07/10:20 AM |
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Tell her no, any direction but that. Cross-country biking brings greater highs - 500 miles so far, 28,000 feet climbed, and only 12% there. But thanks for your concern.
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| Re: a comment on A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
ALChemy 71.68.46.177 |
18-May-07/5:18 PM |
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Sorry hun, flower girl position has already been taken but the bride has been instucted to aim for you with the bouquet. Till then remember a rose as radiant as you needs no accompaniment of other flowers.
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| Re: My Soul Cries Out by amanda_dcosta |
Dovina 69.34.71.200 |
18-May-07/1:24 PM |
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Like a psalm. David's were just as honest.
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| Re: a comment on A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
Dovina 69.34.71.200 |
18-May-07/1:21 PM |
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It takes some knowledge of story to get that from the last two lines, which you seem to have.
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| Re: a comment on A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
Dovina 69.34.71.200 |
18-May-07/1:19 PM |
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But not all Adams are so easily deceived. Even cutting through their nicknames and deciphering their secrecy often leaves an Eve lonely and flowerless.
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| Re: a comment on My Soul Cries Out by amanda_dcosta |
amanda_dcosta 61.17.222.155 |
18-May-07/10:38 AM |
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Thanks Al. I agree it's more a prayer than poem, but I merely intended to portray my emotion poetically. And as for my comfortable communication to God.... it was my being honest with what I felt.
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| Re: A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
ALChemy 71.68.46.177 |
18-May-07/10:35 AM |
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Very lyrical. Nice to see that from you.
One must remember it took the devil himself to seduce Eve but it only took a woman to seduce Adam.
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| Re: Bookshop girls by Stephen Robins |
ALChemy 71.68.46.177 |
18-May-07/9:31 AM |
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The entire cast of Monty Python farts in your general direction.
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| Re: My Soul Cries Out by amanda_dcosta |
ALChemy 71.68.46.177 |
18-May-07/9:28 AM |
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I love how you admit to god feelings many would feel uncomfortable speaking about to god. "erase those emotions that cause me to be disappointed in you" for instance. More prayer than poem but a very good prayer.
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| Re: a comment on She dreams by amanda_dcosta |
amanda_dcosta 61.17.222.155 |
18-May-07/6:23 AM |
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Al, Dr Peter Douglas, thanks. :-))))).
Am all smiles.
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| Re: A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden by Dovina |
amanda_dcosta 61.17.222.155 |
18-May-07/5:38 AM |
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Hmmm.. lemme see. Quite a few points came to mind when I read this. First of all, I like the theme. Secondly, I like the similar syllables used like... suckered, sold and saddened... and verdict, vouched and valid. Thirdly... its very good imagery you've pictured there at the end, ie. the last two lines. Very emphatic. Good work.
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| Re: Beetles by cheese.doodles |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
17-May-07/8:46 AM |
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Excellent. I hate treading on things - like, you know, the earth.
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| Re: a comment on The Wingman by John Rambo |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
17-May-07/8:45 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Fraser Allonby Quidnam Cruris by Stephen Robins |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
17-May-07/8:24 AM |
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But, soft! what roar from yonder bottom breaks?
'Tis the feast of thy curried buns,
Arise, sweet bun, kill the envious prune,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That bun made her fart far more than ye.
Be not her maid, since the prune is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do consume it; cast it off
It is my Bun, O, it is my Bun!
O, that what a bun she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
My blood with buns courses; I will chance it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she wreeks.
Two of the fairest buns in all the heaven.
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| Re: Fraser Allonby Quidnam Cruris by Stephen Robins |
Skamper 202.6.130.219 |
17-May-07/1:56 AM |
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LMFAO...So that's who ate all the pies!
Looove this...
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| Re: a comment on the magic rock by nypoet22 |
Skamper 202.6.130.219 |
17-May-07/1:44 AM |
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I don't like quoting others to justify a write. I liked this much better the first time around.
The last stanza is brilliant...
Also - I do love the way the quote ends...a little ambigiously (spell check), the way I read it Bush is named as the evil. *S*
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| Re: garden spite by skaskowski |
Skamper 202.6.130.219 |
17-May-07/1:37 AM |
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Somehow this makes me feel naked.
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