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Posted Jan 26, '12 at 4:37pm
Nurvana
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^^^ fail
A certain rabbit is displeased by Mav's output pace.
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Posted Jan 26, '12 at 4:43pm
Maverick4
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A certain rabbit is displeased by Mav's output pace.
I'm in the midst of a creative 'Saharra'. No oasis' to be spotted.
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Posted Jan 27, '12 at 10:57pm
Nurvana
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Then write a story Mav. You can never go wrong with a story.
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Posted Jan 28, '12 at 1:00am
nichodemus
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I think a short poem is much in order. Doesn't take as long to churn out, but it takes hell of a lot more talent and creativity to pull off right.
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Posted Jan 29, '12 at 8:46pm
Maverick4
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Then write a story Mav. You can never go wrong with a story.
I am overdue for the next part in 'Confessions'... Hmmm...
I think a short poem is much in order. Doesn't take as long to churn out, but it takes hell of a lot more talent and creativity to pull off right.
A stanza then, as I have no idea where to go with it:
What have I got to offer you
But the shirt upon my back?
How could the jingle in my purse
Be the sole thing I should lack?
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Posted Jan 30, '12 at 5:40am
nichodemus
10,781 posts
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A stanza is still a poem.
Nah, to a woman, guys lack not just money, but looks, manners, fashion sense, common sense, muscles, yada yada yada.
Long story cut short, fickle creatures!
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Posted Feb 2, '12 at 11:45am
j_c_mooncity
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Hey, I'm a woman and all I want in a guy is height and a sense of humour. It's short and sweet, I like it. And like Nicho said,
A stanza is still a poem.
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Posted Feb 24, '12 at 8:36pm
Maverick4
3,355 posts
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Where have the years gone?
As Death approaches me, I
Find I never lived.
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Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The theme was 'All You Need is Love'.
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Posted Feb 29, '12 at 8:36pm
Maverick4
3,355 posts
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You're the Lord of Flies;
Filled with twisted lies.
Yeah, now you rule the world.
Wh*re of Babylon,
You strike down the Dawn.
Yeah, now you rule the world.
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Posted Mar 1, '12 at 8:19pm
Maverick4
3,355 posts
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Dirge
The instrument has been prepared,
Prepared to play a tune.
And I'm afraid I shan't be spared;
My end can't come too soon.
Through all this hell and misery
I bravely struggled on.
Adrift amid the troubled seas;
A stain upon the dawn.
The voice is readied now, to sing.
O'er me, it's words shall pour!
Soon now from this life I'll spring,
Midst Cherebum, galore!
I turn slowly to face the West,
And press the barrel to my breast.
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Wrote this for the Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Music'.
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