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1 posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:49 AM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
"Poetry, well written, can be a spiritually uplifting experience. Badly written, it can be an experience of buttock-clenching horror.

The third worst poetry in the universe is written by Vogons, and frequently used as a form of torture.

The absolute worst poetry was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. It involved decaying swans. Luckily, it was destroyed during the demolition of the Earth."

- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy entry on poetry

2 posted on 11/24/2003 9:57:27 AM PST by Jonah Hex (If it wasn't for door-to-door salesmen, my dog would never get any exercise.)
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To: Kay Syrah; Camachee; bentfeather; Neuromancer
we sorted through
old photographs
like so many
piles of rock and
earth
coal-black memories
and crumbly shadows
of shale and shame
seemed the only reward
still we searched and dug
hoping
needing
then,
finding one or two veins
of pure joy and innocence
we reverently placed
them on the mantle of
our hearts
we sighed and
buried our grief
now able to move on
3 posted on 11/24/2003 9:59:33 AM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
What's wrong with the existing poetry threads in the General Interest Forum on this site?
4 posted on 11/24/2003 10:01:41 AM PST by Consort
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To: January24th
When I want to get depressed, I'll be sure and visit this festival of epitaphery.
20 posted on 11/24/2003 4:58:36 PM PST by gcruse (http://gcruse.typepad.com/)
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To: January24th
Harsh wind fills the incredible void
Of sites once filled with good things

The old man enters the stage
I remember the good old days

When summer breezes cooled us
We laughed and spoke of tomorrow

Such promise we had inside of us
Intervention came, not to be thus

So the Winter returns to me
Showing me my proper place

I will contend with this old man
The promises made will be kept

No winter storm, or cruel wind
Can stop me, not now or ever

You can count on me brother
I love you forever, I miss you
51 posted on 12/02/2003 4:17:04 PM PST by Radix (Is this a Tag Line worthy of merit? Note 8 minutes.)
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To: January24th

If I was a Freepin Toad
Who dance-ed like Nijinsky
I would have a ballet wrote
by Igor I Stravinsky


651 posted on 07/20/2004 10:11:17 PM PDT by beebuster2000 (the only thing quagmired is the lib mind)
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To: January24th

the bees are in the trash
again
and I have yet to flee
stale
stagnant
summer
airs
strange meiosis
soul from soul
take note
the bees are in the cans




729 posted on 08/31/2004 8:42:32 PM PDT by Neuromancer
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