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Stormy
Jul 22, 2003 19:12:12 GMT -8
Post by Donna on Jul 22, 2003 19:12:12 GMT -8
The night was dark and stormy, The billy goat was blind, Backed into a barbed wire fence, And scratched his nevermind.
author unknown..........
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Stormy
Jul 22, 2003 19:43:16 GMT -8
Post by loren on Jul 22, 2003 19:43:16 GMT -8
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Stormy
Jul 22, 2003 22:04:42 GMT -8
Post by Donna on Jul 22, 2003 22:04:42 GMT -8
It doesn't say anywhere that it has to be good poetry!!
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Stormy
Jul 24, 2003 8:52:48 GMT -8
Post by Donna on Jul 24, 2003 8:52:48 GMT -8
I just noticed that the catagory says " the Good poetry Corner".
Ed1, did you add that? ;D ;D
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Stormy
Jul 24, 2003 9:00:40 GMT -8
Post by ed1 on Jul 24, 2003 9:00:40 GMT -8
Yep, you said it should be good poetry, thusly the change.
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Stormy
Jul 24, 2003 9:02:12 GMT -8
Post by Donna on Jul 24, 2003 9:02:12 GMT -8
If it has to be good, I cant post anymore. Thats probably a good thing!
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Stormy
Jul 30, 2003 21:43:35 GMT -8
Post by lucubration on Jul 30, 2003 21:43:35 GMT -8
This is an old one told by my father "The night was dark, the sky was blue and down the alley a s*it wagon flew a bump was hit, a scream was heard, a man was hit by a flying t*rd!" Viewer comments, hatred, or violence most welcome!
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Stormy
Jul 30, 2003 23:03:36 GMT -8
Post by lucu on Jul 30, 2003 23:03:36 GMT -8
alright this is a real poem
Plath, Sylvia:Winter Landscape, with Rooks (1956) [from Collected Poems (1981), Faber and Faber]
1 Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, 2 plunges headlong into that black pond 3 where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan 4 floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind 5 which hungers to haul the white reflection down.
6 The austere sun descends above the fen, 7 an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look 8 longer on this landscape of chagrin; 9 feathered dark in thought, I stalk like a rook, 10 brooding as the winter night comes on.
11 Last summer's reeds are all engraved in ice 12 as is your image in my eye; dry frost 13 glazes the window of my hurt; what solace 14 can be struck from rock to make heart's waste 15 grow green again? Who'd walk in this bleak place?
Plath was the best...
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Stormy
Jul 30, 2003 23:55:00 GMT -8
Post by Donna on Jul 30, 2003 23:55:00 GMT -8
Hey LUCU, you going to join us or just visit?
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 0:48:26 GMT -8
Post by lucubration on Jul 31, 2003 0:48:26 GMT -8
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 1:13:13 GMT -8
Post by jasmine on Jul 31, 2003 1:13:13 GMT -8
Guess he's joining us Donna.
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 2:22:35 GMT -8
Post by moon on Jul 31, 2003 2:22:35 GMT -8
Stop quoting Plath or I'm gonna take this place seriously.
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 3:46:30 GMT -8
Post by lucubration on Jul 31, 2003 3:46:30 GMT -8
Stop quoting Plath or I'm gonna take this place seriously. Never!!!!! here have some to chill you out..... You don't like that poem?
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 7:13:28 GMT -8
Post by moon on Jul 31, 2003 7:13:28 GMT -8
Plath's a darlin'.
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Stormy
Jul 31, 2003 9:06:29 GMT -8
Post by goldsmith on Jul 31, 2003 9:06:29 GMT -8
I read her on occasion, to remind myself to take my med's.
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