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  • Freshman - 1,136 Points Timothy Walters (11/28/2014 9:25:00 PM) Post reply
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    Here is a sonnet I tried:

    Inner Peace

    Forgive my wrongdoings here and let them go,
    For I did not commit myself to act,
    But rather, I, confused, could not control,
    My thoughts and actions, left my body wrecked,
    In such a poor state that it took a toll,
    On what was once considered healthy then,
    As such, my sorrow took the better boll,
    And so, this left my heart in pieces- ten;
    Within the depths of my existence cold,
    There lies a string of hope that fills my mind,
    That I am bent on turning into gold,
    And this may very well be change I find,
    For peace and rhyme are coupled, so alike:
    A hairbreadth difference will expose dislike.

  • Rookie - 122 Points Shifty Moriarty (11/28/2014 7:52:00 AM) Post reply


    There is only one camel on the ark
    only one camel on the ark
    only one camel on the ark
    but that camel's got two humps.

  • Freshman - 1,136 Points Timothy Walters (11/28/2014 12:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Gone Are The Days

    Gone are the days when children played,
    So happily, with no regrets,
    All were so contented, and none dismayed,
    How joyful it was, to be rid of threats!

    Gone are the days when we could chat,
    While sitting around the fireplace,
    Not having to worry about this or that,
    Just listening to fairytales- all of which was commonplace.

    Gone are the days when we had smiles,
    Not without excitement,
    We were infused with playful wiles,
    That time- so abundant- seemed almost nonexistent.

    Gone are the days when children could rest,
    Not bearing any fear or anxiety,
    All were so free from stress:
    Life as it was, in our society.

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    • Freshman - 1,136 Points Mysia Hayling (11/28/2014 9:35:00 AM) Post reply

      this poem speaks of reality and has lot of hidden messages in it that can be applied to our times. A very lovely piece of writing

  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (11/27/2014 12:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    God has Priorities

    I was thinking about Noah’s ark the other day.
    No, not the implausibility of the whole thing.
    I was thinking about the Great Flood that God created.
    Specifically, I was thinking about what people were
    thinking and saying as the flood waters rose. They
    were probably shouting and screaming, “Help! Save us! ”
    That was back in the days when God talked a lot - you
    know, before he pretty much clammed up. So when
    everyone was scared and beseeching him for help, he
    probably just said, “Nope.”

    And then he watched them drown.
    Just like he watches people getting murdered and kids
    getting raped, and doesn’t do anything about it. When
    was the last time you heard about a guy getting struck
    down by lighting while he was raping a kid?Never.
    And when the kids call out to him for help, his silence
    and inaction are the same thing as saying, “Nope.”

    And yet football players regularly get down on a knee
    and cross themselves after they score a touchdown.
    So God helps people in sporting events but doesn’t help
    kids getting raped. I’m glad he has his priorities straight.

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    • Rookie - 150 Points Gulsher John (11/27/2014 8:09:00 PM) Post reply

      lolz, pleased reading, indeed god does so and we obliged. interesting but no poetry at all,

  • Rookie - 773 Points The Pundit (11/26/2014 2:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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  • Freshman - 2,058 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (11/26/2014 3:37:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    You must be one of the seniors in this business, thanks for coming down to earth and shine in the dusk.

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  • Freshman - 1,136 Points Timothy Walters (11/25/2014 9:24:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    The Poor Boy

    Without money or clothes,
    Down the streets he goes,
    Begging for recompense,
    Just fifty pence,
    To make him feel better,
    And maybe look a little fatter;
    So that he can sleep well,
    And soon dwell,
    Far away in a dream,
    That many may deem,
    Too fantastical,
    And remarkable:
    A place where rivers flow,
    And daisies grow;
    A place where life seems to slow,
    And leaves behind all woes;
    To put on a new show,
    And avoid all deadly blows,
    That could disrupt,
    And also corrupt,
    The divine order of Nature,
    That we Earthly creatures
    Owe penance to.
    But the skies that were so blue,
    Have now vanished,
    Only to find himself banished,
    From this forbidden land,
    As he looks down at his hands,
    Devoid of joy,
    Realising that he is, after all, just a poor boy.

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  • Freshman - 1,136 Points Timothy Walters (11/25/2014 9:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Formless Form

    Killing time,
    Precious it is, like a dime,
    Forget all memories gone,
    And all deeds that ride on,
    Be like the wind,
    Howling past trees aligned;
    Yet be like the echo,
    That reverberates to and fro,
    Mirroring my thoughts,
    Hurt I cannot, so am free from faults.

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    • Freshman - 1,136 Points Mandolyn ... (11/26/2014 1:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      (I knew a Timothy Walters once, but his a was an o) suggestion for alternate ending: forget memories, they are deeds riding on the wind - - i think this poem could be tossed more. be crea ... more

  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (11/24/2014 9:58:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Not A Poem

    Not that you have a chance, but if you could dedicate yourself to any Olympic sport in the hopes of competing in the Olympics, what event do you think you'd have the best chance at?How about sailing?You don't even have to be in good physical shape to compete in that.

    You don't have to be in good shape to ride a horse or steer a bobsled either.

    Maybe badmitten, although the Chinese would clean your clock. Maybe you could be on the bronze medal team. Nah. Forget about badmitten. It's too lightweight. You have to be quick but you hardly have to move. If I was forced to play badmitten all day, I'd probably kill myself.

    What about weightlifting?You could probably get all bulked up, but what a boring way to spend precious hours and days of your life. Besides, no one really cares how much you can lift.

    Archery would be a possibility. You just have to practice at not shaking. Anyone can aim, but not everyone can not shake. One time, I asked my boss for a raise. I was really shaking and he took pity on me. Unlike the Olympic judges. Those guys take themselves way too seriously.

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Vikash Pathak (11/24/2014 6:06:00 AM) Post reply


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