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Kipdon

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Posted December 14, '08 1:13pm UTC

Mine is kinda' wierd, but here it is:

One day while watching a funny cartoon
I looked outside and saw no moon,
I checked again, but nothing was there
My mom was watching, while I stared.

âThis canât beâ I said at last
And I dashed upstairs lightning fast,
I checked all around and saw nothing here
All I found was a stone toy deer.

I couldnât believe it,
The moon was gone,
I couldnât leave it,
This was all wrong.

I ran around and tried to see,
Then I saw something that startled me,
I rushed downstairs to tell my mom,
There was just a message on a CD-ROM.

âOh, Duncan I left to run some errands,
Donât save this message the Rom is Aaronâsâ
I closed the message and said to myself,
Iâll check for some info from atop the bookshelf.

I discovered the moon was not present,
Even though it was a crescent,
I wondered and watched,
And opened a door which was tightly notched.

I looked outside,
And what to see,
But a flaming rock,
Heading towards me.

I jumped off the porch,
And dodged the stone,
It could have broken,
An important bone.

I collided into our purple truck,
The house was blasted,
The pain had lasted,
It melted to muck.

I tried to recover a burning book,
When suddenly out,
From a cozy nook,
Came a creature,
Glowing bright red,
I thought plainly I must be dead.

When it talked,
I learned the truth,
Wise its words,
Like an advice booth.

It said I was dreaming,
I had to wake up,
This was a figment,
Of a kitten or pup.

The canine-like creature,
Gave me his advice,
I chose to awake,
And outside there was rice.

It was not rice,
We were back to normal,
On the ground was snow,
The celebration was formal.

I told about my dream,
Some said it was real,
That it wasnât a figment,
Like the Un-dream mobile.

That is my story,
I hoped you enjoyed it,
If a dream had a job,
Someone would employ it.

Mine is kinda' wierd, but here it is:\r\n\r\nOne day while watching a funny cartoon\r\n     I looked outside and saw no moon,\r\nI checked again, but nothing was there\r\n     My mom was watching, while I stared.\r\n\r\nâ��This canâ��t beâ�� I said at last\r\n      And I dashed upstairs lightning fast,\r\nI checked all around and saw nothing here\r\n      All I found was a stone toy deer.\r\n\r\nI couldnâ��t believe it,\r\n       The moon was gone,\r\nI couldnâ��t leave it,\r\n       This was all wrong.\r\n\r\nI ran around and tried to see,\r\n        Then I saw something that startled me,\r\nI rushed downstairs to tell my mom,\r\n         There was just a message on a CD-ROM.\r\n\r\nâ��Oh, Duncan I left to run some errands,\r\n         Donâ��t save this message the Rom is Aaronâ��sâ��\r\nI closed the message and said to myself,\r\n          Iâ��ll check for some info from atop the bookshelf.\r\n\r\nI discovered the moon was not present,\r\n         Even though it was a crescent,\r\nI wondered and watched,\r\n          And opened a door which was tightly notched.\r\n\r\nI looked outside,\r\n          And what to see,\r\nBut a flaming rock,\r\n           Heading towards me.\r\n\r\nI jumped off the porch,\r\n           And dodged the stone,\r\nIt could have broken,\r\n           An important bone.\r\n\r\nI collided into our purple truck,\r\n           The house was blasted,\r\nThe pain had lasted,\r\n            It melted to muck.\r\n\r\n\r\nI tried to recover a burning book,\r\n     When suddenly out,\r\nFrom a cozy nook,\r\n      Came a creature,\r\nGlowing bright red,\r\n       I thought plainly I must be dead.\r\n\r\nWhen it talked,\r\n       I learned the truth,\r\nWise its words,\r\n       Like an advice booth.\r\n\r\nIt said I was dreaming,\r\n        I had to wake up,\r\nThis was a figment,\r\n        Of a kitten or pup.\r\n\r\nThe canine-like creature,\r\n        Gave me his advice,\r\nI chose to awake,\r\n        And outside there was rice.\r\n\r\nIt was not rice,\r\n         We were back to normal,\r\nOn the ground was snow,\r\n          The celebration was formal.\r\n\r\nI told about my dream,\r\n          Some said it was real,\r\nThat it wasnâ��t a figment,\r\n           Like the Un-dream mobile.\r\n\r\nThat is my story,\r\n            I hoped you enjoyed it,\r\nIf a dream had a job,\r\n            Someone would employ it.

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FallenSky

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Peasant

Posted December 15, '08 1:10am UTC

Politics

We climbed upon of hill of freshly disposed corpses
To see a boy clutching his murdered mother
The humans justified death sentence by divine causes
And elected reapers to bear political power

They claim to help us in a sophistic speech
Government is useless,we can kill ourselves just fine
There's no need to search for a decent line
Reason is hard enough to reach

The earth crumbles below our feet
Victim of our sustained decay
We've became erased to this modern beat
A rythme that kill without delay

A man with a mind colored like God's shoeshine
Found it's way on a path of patience
He speak words of tolerance
Bestowing upon those who chose right a scheme of higher design

The power is not to have the right to kill
It is to possess such a power without using it
I granted myself the choice by the power of will
To find a haven of peace where loneliness is exquisite

I'm far from being as good in english as I am in french,but I wrote this in a rush,over some ideas and a cup of black cofee.
I'm not that bad?

Sorry,I didn't knew if your thread was about sharing your poem,or a thread to share poem so I rushed in
As for your work it's particular,the problem is the employ of familiar vocabulary along literal vocabulary,it creates a funny style but I'm not sure it is allowed as a formal poem.
For myself it's pretty much the best I can do since here are no french thread,I hope it's still pretty good
I'm not an emo or a depressive person,it's just a fatalistic style of writting.

Politics\r\n\r\n[i]We climbed upon of hill of freshly disposed corpses\r\nTo see a boy clutching his murdered mother\r\nThe humans justified death sentence by divine causes\r\nAnd elected reapers to bear political power\r\n\r\nThey claim to help us in a sophistic speech\r\nGovernment is useless,we can kill ourselves just fine\r\nThere's no need to search for a decent line\r\nReason is hard enough to reach\r\n\r\nThe earth crumbles below our feet\r\nVictim of our sustained decay\r\nWe've became erased to this modern beat\r\nA rythme that kill without delay\r\n\r\nA man with a mind colored like God's shoeshine\r\nFound it's way on a path of patience\r\nHe speak words of tolerance\r\nBestowing upon those who chose right a scheme of higher design\r\n\r\nThe power is not to have the right to kill\r\nIt is to possess such a power without using it\r\nI granted myself the choice by the power of will\r\nTo find a haven of peace where loneliness is exquisite[/i]\r\n\r\nI'm far from being as good in english as I am in french,but I wrote this in a rush,over some ideas and a cup of black cofee.\r\nI'm not that bad?\r\n\r\nSorry,I didn't knew if your thread was about sharing your poem,or a thread to share poem so I rushed in\r\nAs for your work it's particular,the problem is the employ of familiar vocabulary along literal vocabulary,it creates a funny style but I'm not sure it is allowed as a formal poem.\r\nFor myself it's pretty much the best I can do since here are no french thread,I hope it's still pretty good\r\nI'm not an emo or a depressive person,it's just a fatalistic style of writting.

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