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| phoenixguard09 | Jan 21 2011, 03:44:26 AM Post #61 |
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Hope you're happy Marcus.
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Aaah I see. Nice.
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| Jubal | Mar 23 2011, 09:14:48 PM Post #62 |
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Why I Am Mad A lot of folk write poems About death and war and love And how the stars watch over them From darkened skies above. They say they're like the sunlight A swan, a dove, the moon That flies and dances gracefully And finds its lover soon. It's all in one direction, A path to Timbuktu, Where fate guides people ever on, They think they find the truth. However. I d o n o t t h i n k l i k e m o s t p e o p l e . So I will not say I am like the sunlight. Or a dove. Or the moon. Instead I will say That I am like a manatee playing an occarina. Unsightly. Ridiculous. Impossible. But brilliant. |
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| Jubal | Mar 23 2011, 09:35:41 PM Post #63 |
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The Metal Angel There wasn't much left; It was almost too late. The gunfire ever rattled on, The cries of bitter hate. Bursting forth from clear skies, With desert sand below, And ragged people fighting for Our ruler's overthrow. Dishevelled and defeated, We didn't stand a chance. 'til streaks of blinding flame destroyed Our enemy's advance. We didn't all quite make it, Yet loved that blinding flash For what man lives and hopes to see His child and wife in ash? I sit with eyes alert still, As evening light grows dim, And ponder how we now live on The metal angel's whim. |
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| Andalus | Mar 29 2011, 09:39:33 AM Post #64 |
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I like it. I've never been very good at topical poetry, myself. I can rarely just sit down and write about something specific. But this is good, I like the imagery used. |
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