Topic: Poetry

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Rich_Rocks 12 Dec 02, 20:01	+ Poetry If you can keep your head when all about you men are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you but make allowances for their doubting, too. If you can wait but not be tired of waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good nor talk too wise, If you can dream but not make dreams your master, if you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two imposters just the same, If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools, If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss, and lose and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss, If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and to hold on when there is nothing in you but the will that says to them "hold on," If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son. Ok so I slightly plagerised that but it is an awesome poem
spookylukey 13 Dec 02, 11:26	+ To Mr Mackenzie Though my weapon of choice was a saw I think that'd be breaking the law So I'm limited to wit And what can be writ But I'll still leave you feeling quite sore!
Rich_Rocks 13 Dec 02, 15:23	+ Poetry My friend, we shall see if thats true as i throw my gaunt down at you You'll find that i just might give you a great big fright And it'll be you thats feeling blue
Jon 13 Dec 02, 22:25	+ Poetry As you can see I am now unpeturbed Even though we can see Luke's disturbed For despite all his threats I am obviously best As, prob'ly, by now you have learned. Poetic license obviously comes into play!
spookylukey 14 Dec 02, 18:59	+ Poetry It seems Rich has joined Jon's lost cause, (Though his bravery warrants applause) But his courage is foolish As Jon's poems are mulish - Infantile, brimming with flaws ...Like 'perturbed' rhyming with 'learned'? I suppose our pity has been earned! Jon's ego is raised, "My poems bring praise!" When in fact, they only are spurned. Rich's efforts, if it's possible, are worse! Can they even be classed as verse? Or just gobbledegook - the equivalent of puke - From a mind that is twisted and cursed? I'm sure you're not startled to hear That their rantings bring me no fear With no competition, (For which I was wishin') The winner is perfectly clear.
spookylukey 14 Dec 02, 19:07	+ to Jon "The day that I'm equalled by none"? You'll find that it's already gone! For there's no one below, As we already know, The pathetic, ridiculous, Jon
Jon 14 Dec 02, 22:30	+ Poetry You may think that your skill is unmatched, But you have yet to excel in blank verse. I think and so as I passage through my sphere here below and go on as does time with regard to no one still I regard you not You a r e ToLd
Rich_Rocks 16 Dec 02, 20:27	+ Poetry thy gall hast sickend me enough thou must hastly facen mine cuff for dost thou think thou art brave? more though thoust life ist grave For mine eye that hast glimsed a thousand stars shall send thoust to far, far mars thine impundance draws thee ever near so set aside thine gentle tear.
spookylukey 17 Dec 02, 13:30	+ Poetry As I look at my last limerick And how I've been handing out stick To poor Rich and Jon Who ain't done much wrong My conscience is starting to prick! Perhaps I could find better ways To use up my unemployed days Could I put things aright By changing our fight To a contest of anthems of praise? For Jon is a wonderful lad Who virtually never is bad Full of courage and truth He's a model of a youth! And intelligent, too, I must add. And Rich is a fabulous bloke! If you don't know him, I pity you folk He is true, wise and kind (Girls, a really good find!) And his word he will never revoke
spookylukey 17 Dec 02, 13:35	+ Poetry One more thing... I think for this topic right here To a new law we all must adhere "Only poetry allowed No prose - we are vowed To slay all who break this without fear" And on all who compose without verse We agree to pronounce the sad curse: "May your day turn to night May your rest turn to flight May we soon see you packed in a hearse."
Jon 17 Dec 02, 23:53	+ Poetry As I listen in wonder to he, Who pronounces his judgements above, My eyes fill with salinary tears, And my heart overfloeth with love. For we know that the truth he dictates Is with wisdom as wide as the sea For we love one another and hate Never comes out to trouble the scene. As these verses like honey do drip I'm reminded of our rivals camp four For although they do post by the skip They nerry do post by the more. For although counting posts by the yard They do count by the hundredfold ten I'll remind you we post i' th bard * And our poems are beautiful then. For we are the men with the knowledge And we process it as you can see And we'll all graduate from our college And write perfectly scribed poetry. If you foes from camp four will submit And write verses to tremble the heart Then our feud we'll be happy to quit And we'll turn over a fresh new start. For the user Si_Rocks has impressed me With graphiti that's bearing his name And for someone who writes so so neatly To misuse him would be a shame. So a parley I'll offer to all As long as the they take it in turn. So we've weathered the storm and the squall And from each and another we'll learn! *York notes.... i' th bard - see Othello. i' th bard can be taken to mean writing in poetry.
Rich_Rocks 17 Dec 02, 20:36	+ Poetry Dearest friends, must we war? The right of verse, we must not ignore sit ye now and have a smile for a tiff is but a trial On this page of black and white i have writ my soul tonight
Jon 17 Dec 02, 22:24	+ Poetry Your rhyme is good but meter's bad Should counted of your syll'bles had And then with worry be there no more And man fans would you adore
Rich_Rocks 18 Dec 02, 18:26	+ Poetry thy syntax is of poor degree check thyself before looking at me my rhyme may just, irregular be but greater than, the smartest bee
spookylukey 13 Jan 03, 10:11	+ Ode to Camp One Ode to Camp One Camp One, Camp One, When I was young You seemed to be all my joy And growing old I can be bold - I was right when just a boy. For you are fair Beyond compare To those who claim your throne. Above your fame We find no name, Camp One - you reign alone. Such strength, such zeal! Life felt so real From first day to the last. We wished you slow But as we know Such good things must go fast. Camp One! Camp One! When you are gone How can we stem our tears? For without you Our days are blue, Each smile a thin veneer. That we may cope We have this hope To lift us through our fear: Camp One remains! Gone are all pains, For we shall meet next year! O noble friend! We wish no end To your years of gladness and mirth. But words do fail None can avail - No tongue can speak your worth.
Jon 19 Dec 02, 16:50	+ Poetry To Rob and Jane I'm not a pain I'm really rather dear, But after next Years camp has flown Invite me back next year?
Jon 19 Dec 02, 16:51	+ Poetry
Rich_Rocks 19 Dec 02, 17:03	+ Poetry To myself also please extend Your gracious hand as a friend For I am sweat and kind you know Far to great to be let go
Jon 19 Dec 02, 17:32	funnyx1 + Poetry Yep sweat describes the Richard friend His feet will drive you round the bend But mistakes here I now amend I think he meant sweet
Rich_Rocks 19 Dec 02, 20:02	+ Poetry Yes i know, that much is true I mean no harm to me or you But please dont judge my feet that way At least they don't smell like hay.