09-20-2004, 12:40 AM
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| my girl lives above the treeline
on a mountain so crisp and clear
overlooking the sandy, spanish shoreline
the beauty of which, only she compares
Purulent
Gabber
Smokey
Truth
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09-20-2004, 01:40 AM
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| "It's the truth" he gabbers at me.
Every time he speaks I want to flee.
"I swear it" he pleads in a Smokey voice.
Like I would pick his purulent face if I had a choice.
Scroll.
Lamp.
Disect.
Yammer.
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09-20-2004, 01:47 AM
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| Nice one. I like.
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09-20-2004, 02:08 AM
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| Thank you. 
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"You can honestly say that you can settle for a life full of repression and denial?" "And the dinner parties. You can never forget the dinner parties."
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09-20-2004, 03:01 AM
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| Across her supple form my eyes did scroll,
Eyes, lamp bright, dissecting my yammer,
When my gaze drifted, a bit too low,
Her fist hit me like a hammer.
Murderous.
Twilight.
Synergy.
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09-20-2004, 03:58 AM
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| My murderous gaze set him back.
High noon seemed twilight with my rage.
A union of synergy is what we lack.
I am a feline pacing my intellectual cage. 
Witch.
Infinitesimal.
Deprivation.
Bob.
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"You can honestly say that you can settle for a life full of repression and denial?" "And the dinner parties. You can never forget the dinner parties."
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09-20-2004, 04:14 AM
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| Darkness cast by Bob the Witch,
Deprivation of the senses,
Penetration of the defenses,
Screaming pain born of infinitesimal itch.
Scion.
Devour.
Mutton.
Koala. | |
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09-20-2004, 02:19 PM
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| Scion of koala and ‘roo
Makes a good mutton
Feels like a zoo
In my belly button
Whisper
Blurt
Tip-toe
Tuck
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09-20-2004, 02:22 PM
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| "Devour"
Scion of koala and ‘roo
Makes a good mutton
Feels like a zoo
In my belly button
I cheated, I know. But it's such a good rhyme!
Whisper
Blurt
Tip-toe
Tuck
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09-20-2004, 03:24 PM
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| He whispered to her sweet words,
it was almost as if he had them to blurt.
They tip-toe(d) away from the crowd,
to tuck her into his arms to flirt.
(er, I rhymed two lines... hehe)
dour
concede
livid
taler (German silver from the 15th to 19th centuries)
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Sarah 
Probitas lauditur et alget.
Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.
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09-20-2004, 04:38 PM
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Originally Posted by Sarah dour
concede
livid
taler (German silver from the 15th to 19th centuries) | The dagger's hilt is gilt with taler
My cuts make me livid, I won't concede
The dour teacher is my jailer
My foe, who won't give me the "A" I need.
Donut
Flambe (with the accent like in cafe on the end, my comp won't do those)
Penny
Wrinkle
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09-20-2004, 07:06 PM
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| “Rhythm Drink”
Flambé donut, wrinkled nickel
Soufflé orange, sapphire mingle
Penny wink, body stink
Poet bring rhythm drink!
Great words, electric.
Pour
Comb
Ochre (a color)
Front
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09-20-2004, 07:34 PM
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Originally Posted by Saber-Psycho Was that really necessary? 
Be nice Inqartata. | You may have missed the jester gremlin, somehow... | |
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09-21-2004, 01:06 AM
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Originally Posted by Inquartata You may have missed the jester gremlin, somehow... |
Wow, inqart!
That's was a really great poem!
Oh no.....wait...that wasn't a poem, that was a sarcastic, unnecessary, snotty post.
How unusual....
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09-21-2004, 01:19 AM
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| Now, now children. Play nicely.
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Sarah
Probitas lauditur et alget.
Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.
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09-21-2004, 01:22 AM
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| The drenching rain pours down.
The ocean front almost drowns.
I gently comb my wind whipped hair.
My Oche ringlets tangled beyond repair.
Paste
Eat.
Death.
River.
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09-21-2004, 01:22 AM
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Originally Posted by Sarah Now, now children. Play nicely. | Make us. 
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09-21-2004, 01:32 AM
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| There was little left to paste
and nothing at all to eat.
Death had come without haste,
filling a blood river at people's feet.
krater (two handed bowl to mix wine and water in Greece)
kris (Mayan dagger with a wavy double-edged blade)
livre (old French silver money)
laudable
(I have a thing for old things...)
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Sarah
Probitas lauditur et alget.
Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.
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09-21-2004, 04:05 AM
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| Spirits of an ancient world become audible,
In the broken remains of krater, livre, and kris,
Old Artifacts of heroes laudable,
Fallen from treachery’s blade or passion’s kiss.
Spleen.
Isometric.
Arachnophobia.
Bunnies. | |
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09-21-2004, 04:08 AM
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#140 | | Curmudgeon-in-Chief
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Originally Posted by Saber-Psycho Wow, inqart!
That's was a really great poem! | You VILL obey ze rules uff ze thrett or else "it's lampshade time"! Quote: |
Oh no.....wait...that wasn't a poem, that was a sarcastic, unnecessary, snotty post.
| And one deserves another, eh? Touchy, touchy! You'd almost think I'd been talking to you instead of, say, someone else... | |
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