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Post by jinxx47 on Aug 28, 2007 18:12:12 GMT -5
Message from Venus
** wish upon a star tonite because the sky is blue~ wish upon the moon tonite because my loves untrue . **wish upon the day as such because all thats held dear belongs to us just as much as the night that is so clear. **Venus shines brightly out among the stars tho things we sometimes grasp remain just as far. **Listen to the sound you hear its not so far away just beyond the edge of things one ponders everyday~ **reach quickly now the moon does fade fast to return again somehow a new light it will cast~ **over such wishes we often throw about but like dreams we seek all from our hearts do shout~ **truth be thy name and burrow in my soul all that remains the same and shall soon be told~ **Wish for that which you seek truest to your heart Wish for all that may be which will keep you not apart~ ***Wish once then wish again at times we must be bold in my hand your world i will someday hold. **Beyond all that we see and some that we dream know that life is planned as Gods awesome scheme~ **To reach beyond that place as unreachable as the stars and claim all we face that life from us may bar~ **claim your bit of paradise its not so far away wish upon a star as such and do it everyday~~ Venus07 1/1/07 what is your wish for today? just do it/go for it/its out there waiting
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Post by jinxx47 on Aug 28, 2007 18:14:23 GMT -5
Ode to sky and the oopsiepoopsie pooper scooper crew
badboy badgirls what u gonna do when they come for you rock em sock em leave em in the dust watch out for the oopsie crew teehee thats us u better get with it u better get wise just jump on our bandwagon or we'll give you a surprise we lie we cheat (play tourneys with our self??) dont bend over well give you the cleat cause were the shout out crew the oopsiepoopsies too and if we dont like you u know what we do we rate you down to ones or less and dont bother asking we will never confess well cry about trash but ignore it on the boards we'll look for your one post that will get your butt kicked(out the door) cause we're badboys bad girls what u gonna do what you gonna do when we come for you we go run and cry oh please mr chu this post is so very horrid oh my boohoo please ban this person they post such trash if you dont ban them you wont see my cash(from my 12 id's) we did it we crushed them they didnt see it coming and then we say hahah we dont know nothin we got seapuppy..scc..daddy~o to poor daddy o they miss you can you say boohoo peachy..cheryl..what can we say and that deaf bitch jinnxy just made our day well we cant get badco hes sits in the middle does he give a hoot no not a little we got chiefy on our side flame him if you dare (dont mention that his love life is a family affair) patchu patchu what u gonna do whay u gonna do when they go BOOOHOO!! ruthcarr shes my homie shes been banned for life why would they do that she is just so nice "ifonlyyouknew" is her sweet little clone omg that ruth?? someone hold the phone daddy o is one dude thats just too far gone he did a piece on that brown stuff thats just so plain wrong jinnxy is another one just beyond belief we got rid of her oopsie gee what a relief boom rahrah oopsies aint out plan grand too bad most of them really dont give a damn bluenails dude aint really worth our time got something to say? call home heres a dime moonglow keeps kicking our sorry sniveling ass well the oopsie tell her hey hon kiss my bass markymark and laura just play all day bets shes off now rolling some dog in the hay harley figi purrpurr we'll get you next time you pretties but for now this oopsie gal is done with this ditty
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Post by sparkleplenty on Sept 5, 2007 20:11:58 GMT -5
WOOT!
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Post by Kerisblade on Sept 9, 2007 2:04:53 GMT -5
For me, the poem from Venus is so haunting. It has a kind of yearning, alluring quality. Song of a heart's lamentation? Perhaps, passion and hope run strong and gleam like silver.
The second is a rip-roaring rambunctious epic, the likes of which I've never seen before. A sailor on shore leave buoyed by countless mugs of warm grog could hardly do better.
Awesome, both.
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Post by shellyjac on Sept 11, 2007 9:17:37 GMT -5
Here is a poem my son wrote on the 1st day of school..... I Can't Write A Poem
It is too dark in here. No one can fix the light. I'm too old for this. My friend can't do this. My teacher is old. My eraser broke. I can't hear my teacher. I broke my book. My paper ripped. I am mad at my teacher. The teacher is mad at me. My teacher's eraser broke. I broke my game. My arm broke...how will I write? I can't see my paper. The bus is not going to my school. My car broke! My boat broke down! My hand broke. MY bike broke. Everything broke! How do you like my poem?
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I told my son it sounded like the poem was broken.....LOL
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Post by jinxx47 on Sept 11, 2007 9:57:49 GMT -5
lol,,thats cute
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Post by Kerisblade on Sept 11, 2007 10:45:23 GMT -5
:-) Best excuses for not doing a poem and it got done. Amazing ..
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Post by daddyo on Sept 11, 2007 16:10:51 GMT -5
This poem is best heard with nursery rhyme music playing in the background., and recited at a slow pace., and imagine a group of small children at your feet...
A LITTLE BIRD FELL TO THE SNOW,
IT'S WING WAS BENT, T'WAS HURT I KNOW.
I LOURED IT NEAR WITH CRUMBS OF BREAD,
AND THEN I SQUSHED IT'S F@CKING HEAD...
~Author Unknown~ Hee Hee!
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Post by figment on Sept 11, 2007 21:42:02 GMT -5
Shelly, That is so cute ! I bet he scored an *A* for that one! Good to see you posting!
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Post by Kerisblade on Sept 12, 2007 1:15:12 GMT -5
Heheheh Daddy-O! What happened to poems like “Little robin red-breast…” or “A swarm of larks flitting gaily …” The poem you posted reminded me of children’s nursery rhymes in the Motherland, which I posted in the Russian language board at IYT some time ago.
Apart from jokes, Russian humour is expressed in word play and short poems including nonsense and black humour verses, similar to some of the macabre "nursery rhymes" of Edward Gorey.
Often they have recurring characters such as "little boy", "Vova", "a girl", "Masha". Most rhymes involve death or a painful experience either for the protagonists or other people. This type of poems are especially popular with children:
A little boy found a machine gun — Now his village's population is none.
A boy played in the sandbox with no one to mind him, When quietly a mixing truck pulled up behind him. He peeped not a peep, cried out nary a cry — Just his sandals stuck out when the concrete was dry.
Children in Russia laugh themselves silly over the two poems. (Facts and the poems above taken from Wikipedia)
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Post by jinxx47 on Dec 5, 2010 14:28:23 GMT -5
yeah keri it was a random thing off the top of my head at the time and appeared out of nowhere..
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