I see you got a sandwich.:lol:Skorp said:
here is another one.
Video games are good for me,
like the nintendo wii.
I don't have a PS3,
but I love the Xbox 360.
I love video games,
As you can see.
Now I will play my wii,
while I drink tea.
Poems for all
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here is another one.
Video games are good for me,
like the nintendo wii.
I don't have a PS3,
but I love the Xbox 360.
I love video games,
As you can see.
Now I will play my wii,
while I drink tea.
Skorp
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ElronMac said:
I can't seem to stop thinking the first one is about wine, but I have a sinking feeling that is wrong. The second one sounds like someone being too hard on them self.
I really appreciate the advise I'm just not sure I follow exactly what you're trying to say. Be less ambiguous? Use simpler words? Are you a teacher Elron?
I haven't really written anything in a couple years. This is all older stuff. I like poetry with rhyme and rhythm and so that is what I write mostly, it kind of forces your hand in some ways though. I tend to write small snippets more often than long things.
Mystery
Eyes open in the morning
With dust upon their brim.
They squint upon my arms
With creases on my skin.
A lack of clues to tell the story
Of dreams the night before
Dreams that are forgotten.
Dreams that are no more.
The Poem Without an Author
Scribbled on paper,
Crumpled in a ball
Found in a basket,
Trashed in the hall.
If it be beautiful,
It be a shame.
Poem without an author
Poem without a name.
Water Bottle
The water bottle on the desk
Was opened long ago
I see it as grotesque
They could drink and then go
And still it sits there
It acts so bored and dull
For any who see and care
If it's half empty or half full
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ElronMac
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Skorp said:
Nice Skorp, and it was just some random thoughts on what you had written. I ain't no teacher thats for sure, but I have spent years and years writing and more years reading. You were dead on with the first poem, the second you were off just a bit, it's about the abuse endured by a person and how that abuse affected the abuser. And sorry it has taken so long to get back to you, been on the road all week, got home went skiing yesterday, got home late last night and got Brawl early this morning and for some reason I have been busy all day today :lol:
Skorp
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Man, I'm soooo sad, I ordered brawl from circuit city online and now I'm wishing I hadn't. Didn't think I'd care to have it right away, wasn't all that excited for it. Who knew after it came out I'd really want it. Circuit City better send it soon.
ElronMac
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Skorp said:
Man that does suck, up until a couple months ago I had to either order everything online or drive 120 miles to the nearest store, or hope and pray that crappy ass walmart actually got a copy of the game. Now though we have a gamestop and it makes life so much better come release day....
Just so you know, you will love it. I was pretty skeptical at getting this game because generally I don't play fighters and I have never played a smash bros title before, but I must say this is by far one of the funnest games I have ever played. oh and when you it give me your friend code:wink:
ElronMac
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As requested, and I even took a minute from brawl to post this for you so be thankful :lol: :lol: :lol:
LITTLE WHITE ROOM
SITTING IN A LITTLE WHITE ROOM
BIGGER THAN A BASKET BUT SMALL ENOUGH FOR A BROOM
THE SUN SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW SPOT
THE BIRDS A CHIRPING A CAT DISTRAUGHT
CLOUDS OF GREY ALL PUFFY AND BLAND
THE DIRT OUTSIDE IS STILL ONLY SAND
FROM MY WINDOW IT'S THEM I SEE
IN A LITTLE WHITE ROOM BUILT FOR ME
FIND
IN THE BOTTOM OF A PUDDLE OR POND
WE FIND THINGS SIMPLE OR FOND
AWAY IN THE SKY, IN BLUE AND ON HIGH
PEOPLE AND THOUGHTS, EVEN DREAMS SEEM TO DIE
BUT ON THE GROUND IN GREEN FAIRY MOUND
WE FIND THE LOVE OR A PLEASANT WHITE DOVE
WHICH KEEPS OUR HEARTS ALIVE
SITTING IN A LITTLE WHITE ROOM
BIGGER THAN A BASKET BUT SMALL ENOUGH FOR A BROOM
THE SUN SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW SPOT
THE BIRDS A CHIRPING A CAT DISTRAUGHT
CLOUDS OF GREY ALL PUFFY AND BLAND
THE DIRT OUTSIDE IS STILL ONLY SAND
FROM MY WINDOW IT'S THEM I SEE
IN A LITTLE WHITE ROOM BUILT FOR ME
FIND
IN THE BOTTOM OF A PUDDLE OR POND
WE FIND THINGS SIMPLE OR FOND
AWAY IN THE SKY, IN BLUE AND ON HIGH
PEOPLE AND THOUGHTS, EVEN DREAMS SEEM TO DIE
BUT ON THE GROUND IN GREEN FAIRY MOUND
WE FIND THE LOVE OR A PLEASANT WHITE DOVE
WHICH KEEPS OUR HEARTS ALIVE
OP
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this is one by Michelangelo
I live in sin, dying to myself I live;
Life is no longer mine, but belongs to sin;
My good is from heaven, my evil I give to myself,
From my own unbound will, which has been stolen from me.
My freedom is a slave, my divinity has made itself
Mortal.
Oh, unhappy state!
To what misery, to what life I've been born!
I live in sin, dying to myself I live;
Life is no longer mine, but belongs to sin;
My good is from heaven, my evil I give to myself,
From my own unbound will, which has been stolen from me.
My freedom is a slave, my divinity has made itself
Mortal.
Oh, unhappy state!
To what misery, to what life I've been born!
ElronMac
WiiChat Member
one of my favorites
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
Here's one I wrote for the one I love...my Brawl.
Sunday morning, I had went to the mall.
Where I saw a beautiful game, named Super Smash Bros Brawl.
It was 50 Dollars, 52 Plus Tax.
But I bought it, and Played it, and it was awesome to the max.
Oh how I love going on Wi-Fi,
playing with people I don't know..
But uh oh..
LAG!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Brawl, why?
Why do you lag so much on Wi-Fi?
My heart was broken in two,
now that I have realized...that the online play is poo.
*Sniffle*Tear*Sniffle*
Sunday morning, I had went to the mall.
Where I saw a beautiful game, named Super Smash Bros Brawl.
It was 50 Dollars, 52 Plus Tax.
But I bought it, and Played it, and it was awesome to the max.
Oh how I love going on Wi-Fi,
playing with people I don't know..
But uh oh..
LAG!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Brawl, why?
Why do you lag so much on Wi-Fi?
My heart was broken in two,
now that I have realized...that the online play is poo.
*Sniffle*Tear*Sniffle*
Skorp
WiiChat Member
Yay! Love Auden and Nice one sparx. Is the online play that laggy?
Here's a poem I like, followed by a poem I wrote. Not really related.
"Consolation for Tamar"
(on the occasion of her breaking an ancient pot)
You know I am no archeologist, Tamar,
And that to me it is all one dust or another.
Still, it must mean something to survive the weather
Of the Ages-earthquake, flood, and war-
Only to shatter in your very hands.
Perhaps it was gravity, or maybe fated-
Although I wonder if it had not waited
Those years in drawers, aeons in distant lands,
And in your fingers' music, just a little
Was emboldened by your blood, and so forgot
That it was not a rosebud, but a pot,
And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle.
-- A. E. Stallings
Aged Flower
The purchased jasmine shrivels not in vain.
A smell is peddled by the jasmine name.
A scent of a smile, a wisp of delight,
A mist of perfume, from a token of white.
The flower whose smell surpasses its sight -
Goods to be sold for dinner each night.
Pure and pristine, luscious and light,
Growth has one end - wither and die.
Time claims the fairness
Sold from her basket on shriveled thigh.
-- Skorp
Here's a poem I like, followed by a poem I wrote. Not really related.
"Consolation for Tamar"
(on the occasion of her breaking an ancient pot)
You know I am no archeologist, Tamar,
And that to me it is all one dust or another.
Still, it must mean something to survive the weather
Of the Ages-earthquake, flood, and war-
Only to shatter in your very hands.
Perhaps it was gravity, or maybe fated-
Although I wonder if it had not waited
Those years in drawers, aeons in distant lands,
And in your fingers' music, just a little
Was emboldened by your blood, and so forgot
That it was not a rosebud, but a pot,
And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle.
-- A. E. Stallings
Aged Flower
The purchased jasmine shrivels not in vain.
A smell is peddled by the jasmine name.
A scent of a smile, a wisp of delight,
A mist of perfume, from a token of white.
The flower whose smell surpasses its sight -
Goods to be sold for dinner each night.
Pure and pristine, luscious and light,
Growth has one end - wither and die.
Time claims the fairness
Sold from her basket on shriveled thigh.
-- Skorp
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