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Poem 479 (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones Stains on the wall
Remind me of you
Lighting our Guy Fawkes bonfire.
Love of the flames
Is an eviable trait
I hid inside like a household pet.
You burnt my old chair
On which I used to sleep,
Called for
Petrol or paraffin.
Meanwhile,
I feel that our presence
can cause nothing but death,
It is while we watch the fire
that we cease to draw breath.
Up the ladder:
Teen Machine
Down the ladder:
Haiku for Mum
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Posted: July 18, 2002 10:55 AM PDT; Last modified: July 18, 2002 10:55 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9545455 Overall Rank: 8745 Comments:
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
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18-Jul-02/11:23 AM
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eviable?
The last stanza is a bit obscure, i don't quite get the progression from what's gone before. But the central stanza is excellent
i liked the first part most of all
I agree this is an extremely gloomy prospect of a poem. Poetry is meant to be full of happiness and this is full of darkness, very dissapointing....
<Bachus enters the room soaking wet, nick! there's a typhoon outside...shit...my equipments soaked..well have to wait for it to dry out for an hour or two before my interview..> [actually i have to go play for some quick cash, be back in two hours..do forgive me...i want this exclusive to be well.. perfect.]
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