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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 5:05 pm
The quiet letter catches the ear
Hear the sound? It's drawing near
Each first letter speaks a voice
Attaching meaning to the first choice
To get the point may take all day
Reach the first thing and You could say
Even I won't tell, but through acrostics, you could get it anyway...
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 5:16 pm
Kind of confuseing for me....I have no idea what this is about. And where you have the question, followed by the next part, it seems like the second part should be the next line, instead of on the same one.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 5:40 pm
MalineMoonFeather Kind of confuseing for me....I have no idea what this is about. And where you have the question, followed by the next part, it seems like the second part should be the next line, instead of on the same one.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 4:59 am
In response to your comments,
Maline, you just don't get it. It has almost no deep meaning, but many, MANY clues to the point. It's not independent poetry. Read the story of Beens and you could see.
Merenwen99, I think you've got it! But don't say it. Besides, it's really a red herring to a mystery not revealed till after Beens. As I said in the first Beens post, Beens is a trilogy...
This is not an update
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 5:37 am
Note:the following poem has nothing to do with Beens...well, maybe...
Trapped!
The walls are closing in!
No hope to escape, no grasp of power!
Oh, that I was free!
The balance upsets the fragile mind!
Oh, that I could escape!
Oh, the mind's pleasure just to reach out!
On the spot, this poem was written,
A quiet ode to the random terror, feeling!
The walls are closing in on me!
No one here to hear me scream!
Power draining out of me!
And then silence.
Oh, sweet silence, wait,
Please hear a word from me!
The reaper's scythe is drawing near!
Oh, to be anywhere but here!
In loud and busy, crowded streets!
Just not here!
And as death draws near.
I'm no longer screaming.
The World is Quiet Here.
And that's all that matters...
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 9:08 am
Interesting hint to Lemony Snicket.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 9:16 am
He gives a horrifically huge clue in the first poem. Its almost impossible to miss. xd
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 10:54 am
Light Nephilim He gives a horrifically huge clue in the first poem. Its almost impossible to miss. xd Yah, but some don't get it. Have you read/commented on Beens?
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 12:00 pm
Arid storms on the desert's rise.
False treatisies, nation's lies.
Flew the bird, southward sea,
To the harbor town.
In the crowds, past man and Boy,
Past the shops, straight down.
Stood a ship, so tall and grand.
A merry Vessel, poised to land.
On the docks, we're just to start,
A tale, near to change the heart,
Wisdom, landing, ready Crew?
We've saved a place for you.
Bustling sea men all about.
We're ready to steal, and take them out,
Although now's not the best of times,
We must go as soon as the church bell chimes
And now we're off! To better times!
A sonnet
Although it is very, very loosely connected to a town mentioned in Beens, and I wanted the theft of the Rainspact to be a story arc, I couldn't find room for it. But you ain't seen nothin' yet! mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 7:10 am
The mahogany pure, formed right and straight,
And head of rubber, a bit too late,
The magic came, and death thereafter,
To put an end to Phantom's laughter,
Be careful what you make, son,
In his heart stirs rebellion,
And what you thought could cause no harm,
Is now a cause for great alarm,
Against the demon, against the Maker,
He brought about dimension's breaker,
And now the rebel, small and tough,
I said to him, "That is enough!"
I sealed him in the toughest stone,
In a deep, deep, forest, not alone,
But with the guards, not strong to test,
The Rebel at his very best,
And now they've broken out the seal,
And I can only think to feel,
That that one flush will bring regret,
But, hey, you ain't seen nothing yet...
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 7:35 am
This poem has nothing to do with the story of Beens, but it's very important. It's about abortion.
Death Before Birth
I cannot see.
I cannot smell.
I cannot taste.
I don't even know what it all means yet.
I've been waiting months in here.
I cannot see.
But I can feel.
I move around your belly,
I kick inside your womb.
I don't know hardly anything.
I cannot know my doom.
I cannot see.
But I can feel.
And I feel pain!
I long to take a breath!
I long to walk and play!
Maybe I can do those things
When I come out...someday.
I cannot see.
But I can feel.
And I feel pain!
What is it, Mommy?
Can you help me?
Why?
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:00 am
This is not an update.
It has come to my attention that the first poem posted in this thread was somewhat false. Several Lines were found missing, and several lines were found dead. It seems to throw the whole poem off, however, if you have recieved the message. The citizens of several dimensions haven't found this poem yet, however, they have reached the Red Herring conclusion you undoubtably have. Also, the last line is completely false, I'm sorry to say...
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 3:07 pm
o_O I think you're a looney. (And I mean that in the nicest possible manner! biggrin )
Oh, and I'm not trying to say I'm pro-choice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 3:18 pm
I read your first three poems and the last one, so I'll try to make this short and sweet-
The first three I thought were pretty good, but you put alot more punctuation marks than I thought necessary, and found alot of them really hurt the rhythm. They had good points, like good imagery and were interesting to read, but they could be improved.
The last one, however, I thought was very well written. I thought that a couple of things could have been changed to make it a flow better- such as a comma instead of a period after the second line in the last stanza- but they are minor things. Overall, I thought this piece was really good.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 5:30 am
Main West Army Account
ATTENTION!
Straight, hold up.
Guns to side, trainer's sticks,
Wait, hold up.
Time for B.E.A.N.S. to work their tricks.
Open the door and let them in,
Now they'll tell their lies.
The General is ready now.
To run now would be wise.
Clark commands a metal deathmatch,
Time for us to try and leave,
Now the Rebel's grim deadly attack,
Is a tale so strange to weave.
Halt! Hold up!
Let's destroy that toilet cleaner,
Attack! Straight up!
He's not getting any meaner.
Now a ghost descends upon us,
As a man with knuckles comes,
Soon to make a roast upon us,
Ghost's plea, now we flee.
Ghost's plea,
Now we flee,
Ghost's surprise,
Hit the prize,
Take a life,
War and strife,
All is fair in love and war.
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