Picture Poetry anyone?
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RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Thanks Londo! Regarding your poem....love it! My first reaction was "So there! I'll show YOU!" |
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RE: RE: RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Quote: Originally Posted by Londo Originally Posted by RPT40 The Coaster Ride The sign said, ‘You must be this tall — In order to board this ride.’ So I stood high up on my tippy tiptoes And about my height, I lied The walrus-mustachioed carnie Had seen this ruse before He tapped my heels with his cane Bringing them to the floor “You’re too little to ride this.” He said as he shooed me back “But I already bought the ticket.” I said and pulled it from my pack. “I don’t care,” he told me It’s too dangerous, by far “You’ve got to be 48 inches So you won’t fall out of the car.” So I ran home to get my bike It wasn’t very far I’m just the right size to ride a bike But, too short to drive a car.  Very funny! Love it! |
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RE: RE: RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Quote: Originally Posted by julieannetx Originally Posted by RPT40 The Optimist Hail to thee, oh optimist! Methinks it’s looking not so good You might rethink your strategy Yes, I REALLY think you should! Optimists CAN be realists… Are you certain you’re prepared? The odds aren’t in your favor, Why do you not look scared? Could it be that your equipment Might not quite be up to par? Lo, the distance to the bottom It sure seems a bit too far! If the downhill you did conquer I foresee the incline overwhelm, Yet I must abide by your decision, Alas, the captain at the helm. With only seconds now to spare, please don’t wait ‘til it’s too late! Escape while you still can I can’t bear to see your fate! Excellent job!! |
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RE: RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Quote: Originally Posted by RPT40 The Eyes Of Madness I am "One" I am one with the dirt under my feet with the animals roaming free with the wind blowing endlessly with the hearts of those who believe and with all who see I'm alone but as "One" I'm unstoppable Staring into the eyes of madness I see into the endless cycle of fear "believe as I do or die" I taste the tears hear the prayers feel the hope and dance in the dreams of all who sacrifice they are you they are me since the dawn of man we are victim we are criminal we are strength we are fear we are caught as pieces in a game played by those who do not care at the mercy of a raging river into which we were born and we have spent our lives just trying to swim I have people I love those who love me dreams yet to fulfill and so much more to see So I will care I will feel I will stand... and when I do you will know my strength you will know my resolve you will know my beliefs you will know my spirit and you will know my name I am "One" |
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RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Fantastic job!! |
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RE: Picture Poetry anyone?RPT40 - outstanding poem! Wow! |
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RE: RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Quote: Originally Posted by RPT40 Silver moon, Oh sacred moon Cast your healing grace Don't hide from me Please hear my plea Just slid aside your shroud of clouds I need your beam's embrace It is my saving grace For the earth that spawned me Inflesh me in the wrong place And now I'm bound in this monstrosity Every night you're up there Sometimes hidden in your veil But you see how I suffer from the lashes of my agony Unload this burden Reap this grain of soul through the sharpness of your crescent scythe And set it floating in your heaven's vault There as a star you transmute my soul As I wait for the earth In planting my spirit |
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RE: RE: Picture Poetry anyone?Tiananmen Square 1989 Quote: Originally Posted by RPT40 We, the people, shall not be moved For we are in the right You, the state, shall not prevail Regardless of your might I stand here firm to block your path For all the world to see If you think you’re getting by It will be over me We will follow the Americans’ lead To Freedom and Democracy No longer will we stand For your government hypocrisy And so I stand before you Willingly and without dread So if you must continue on Then lay me ‘neath your…. (Vrooommmm tink tink tink tink tink…) 
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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.