22-05-2003 07:18									#31
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things fall apart

(like
my
favorite
mug,
which
presently
fell
and
became)

glass on the dance floor

(which
you
shouldn't
step
on,
lest
you
get
nasty
cuts
on
your
foot.)

	22-05-2003 07:19									#32
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quote: Originally posted by Asher Eh? That thread was about coming out to family, I've got years of experience under my belt already Agathon.

Rhyme!!!

	22-05-2003 07:19									#33
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quote: Originally posted by Agathon The dolorous music of Brahms Is duller than all of the psalms It's a pile of **** rather than listen to it I'd sooner molest animals on farms.

Brahms, psalms and farms don't remotely rhyme, you hack!

How about.

All of of Wagners works leave one haggard
It's tiresome to hear that lame blackguard
His music's too loud
And prove he's too proud
And only liked by an arrogant braggart

	22-05-2003 07:21									#34
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quote: Originally posted by Jaguar Warrior Don't diss Brahms. You'll anger the one person mob Which entirely consists of Boris the snob.

His snobbery is fake, and he dost only make
the ramblings of an uncultured slob.

	22-05-2003 07:22									#35
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I like to go to poly
So I can look at all the folly
The commies rant and rave
Fez acts like a knave
While Ming sits as lord of the party

	22-05-2003 07:23									#36
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quote: Originally posted by Boris Godunov Brahms, psalms and farms don't remotely rhyme, you hack!

In the fair Antipodes
we'll speak as we please.

	22-05-2003 07:25									#37
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Edited to remove my personal attack.
But I still rhyme better than the pretentious hack.

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	22-05-2003 07:25									#38
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I think we've broke the whole "dont make personal attacks" rule even though most of them have been sarcastic

	22-05-2003 07:25									#39
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quote: Originally posted by Asher Note: This is not my work (bolded my favorite line)

Ah, Asher....this is far better

quote: i miss the sand on the concrete floors i miss the way it was before no one even knew me your eyes looked right through me and i'm taking off your clothes and you bloom like a rose i can't get away from you and where the ocean meets the land is like the sliding of your hand it prickles up my skin and i can feel the changing weather ride alone along that coast sense memories of your ghost i can't get away from you deliver me one thing occurred to me and one thing that trips me up and shut me up one thing that trips me up, one thing won't give it up deliver me one thing occurred to me, one thing trips me up and, one thing reminded me and i go walk alone and release one thing you won't release and one thing won't give me peace deliver me and one thing will never go and know when i can go home and deliver me through the airport corridors in the magazines in stores if i see your face once more cos you know i can't ignore it i recognize that pose when you bloomed like a rose i can't get away from you the jeep gets broke on a blown out road and i'm a tourist with a real light load will the government hold one month away missed our places where we always stay how come we always pick these spots feeling like a have and the land of have-nots sleeping on cots, wishin' that I had some tater tots and there's postcards written i know i'll never send the moment is gone and won't come again i ride with souls who find no peace still I look to you to find release find release, find release and the travelers return through the panic doors walking through the airport corridors welcome back now from the foreign shores and i walk alone and the ghost that I carry is yours tiger shark is azure blue i hope the vision you had returns to you

	22-05-2003 07:26									#40
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quote: Originally posted by Zero I think we've broke the whole "dont make personal attacks" rule even though most of them have been sarcastic

To poke fun at the lame
is the point of this game.

As long as it's in fun
we shall avoid Ming's gun.

But once over the line
swift justice shall descend upon us.

	22-05-2003 07:26									#41
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I think I'm the first CS student in history
To write something remotely poetic
The reason is no mystery
'tis because we're all pathetic

	22-05-2003 07:29									#42
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quote: Originally posted by Apocalypse Ah, Asher....this is far better

But not as good as

quote: Summer time and the wind is blowing, Outside in lower Chelsea. And I don't know what I'm doing in this city The sun is always in my eyes. It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch, When I came to visit you. That's when I knew. I could never have you I knew that before you did. Still I'm feeling stupid, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive. Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by, Cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind, And you smile, And say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you, You're so serene. Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, Guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you, And there's things I'd like to do that, You don't believe in, I would like to build something, You know it's never going to happen, And there's this burning. Like there's always been I've never been so alone. And I've never been so alive, Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil. The surface is everything, but I could never do that, Someone would see through that. And this will be the last time, We'll be friends again. I'll get over you and you'll wonder, Who I am. And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive, I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out, On the water Alone Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again, Summer dies and swells rise, The sun goes down in my eyes, See this rolling wave, Darkly coming to take me, Home, And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.

	22-05-2003 07:32									#43
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Better:

quote: I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. Whem the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's heat, Reflecting in a watery mirror A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon. And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom Of snow, a bloom more sudden Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading, Not in the scheme of generation. Where is the summer, the unimaginable Zero summer?

	22-05-2003 07:35									#44
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quote: Originally posted by Asher But not as good as

Arguably
Something a few leftists here might like as it is supposed to be about anti war protests. It also has a secondary meaning about the dangers of going deep inside someone...by that I mean hitting the cervix (I assume).

quote: I met you at the barricade it's fevered pitch where the crowd has gathered You said the bow was breaking You wanna get some coffee or something and then float by the crowd that scatters I found my people and nothing else matters bullhorns feedback in stormy skies No one listens but it's so hot when you try Cos you've got a taste for danger It turns you on (Danger) Just take a look in your face I know what's going on (what's going on) You love the taste of danger Tip-toe through the riots vandals laced and braced for action no sense, so consequence you're a green stick fracture bounce back at you! Cos you love the taste of danger So bring it on (Danger) Just take a look in your face I know what's going on (what's going on) You've got a taste for danger beggars stare at the brand new sneakers on the anarchists and celebrity speakers These are improbable days my friends Tomorrow's mundane and all good things must end The cops told the crowd they must disperse Your pretty eyes fall as the tear gas burst here come the horses and we move along promise i'll see you but the moment is gone (danger) you're shocked when the spray can splatters Deliver us from the chumps and suckers You and me killing time in the present tense Bound together for someone to fight against Well you lost the taste for danger And now it's gone (Danger) Just take a look in your eyes I know that something's wrong (what's going on) You lost your taste for danger I used to be a dissident citizen you got a taste for danger So bring it on (Danger) You love the taste of danger You love the taste of danger And now it's gone (Danger, what's going on) You've got a taste for danger

	22-05-2003 07:35									#45
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Modern poetry

quote: We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you ****ing slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her call And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get ****-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some ****, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it crumbles that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose

	22-05-2003 07:42									#46
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I'm afraid this thread may die
Suddenly it's grown all quiet
So excuse me, while I kiss the sky
(dadadaaa-dadadaaaaa)

	22-05-2003 07:46									#47
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This thread has been silenced
cause poster have ran out
all the ideas to pour out
In order to make some dumb poem

	22-05-2003 07:54									#48
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This is a hint for the poster above me
The name of the song in the other thread is... (rhymes)

	22-05-2003 07:59									#49
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Brahms is like William of Orange
In that he walks over English grunge
He makes his foes cringe and crunch - he makes them crunge
When he breaks their necks with his lunge