A Poem
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DownJune 18, 2013, 09:44:34 AM
a ghost of a shell am Iwhen will I spread my wings an fly
bitterness, strife
I long to have a natural life
nothing but words unspoken
walking through dust from dreams
all broken
the sun reflected in the water
warm and rippling
choppy ripples dance with it's surface
floating flowers spinning around it
a hand reaches in to capture it's essence
one of seven it must be
only to come up empty
when will the one not look to the water
but to the sky for what is there
A life of things once missed
nay, they are already there
there is no time to spare
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June 18, 2013, 07:38:39 PM
That was a radiant poem. It had good flow, and it was thought invoking. Keep the river of creativity flowing.
June 19, 2013, 07:07:20 PM
Quote from: MrsNosihctuh on June 18, 2013, 06:33:45 PM
Wow! That was beautifully written...
June 19, 2013, 07:26:59 PM
Maybe we should use this space to share poetry... Does anyone object?go on ahead. I don't mind, although...you might want to save your best poems for next Wensday...that's all I'm saying
June 19, 2013, 08:57:01 PM
Twinkle, twinkle, little batHow I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
June 19, 2013, 11:02:22 PM
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
June 23, 2013, 01:59:24 PM
that was... *sob* that was beutiful...Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
June 23, 2013, 05:33:16 PM
that was... *sob* that was beutiful...Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Last Edit: June 23, 2013, 05:36:43 PM by MrsNosihctuh
June 23, 2013, 05:53:53 PM
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Alice in wonderland correct?
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