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Post by fergie on Jan 18, 2005 19:22:27 GMT -5
@peak Brilliant.....I wish we had an ecstatic, erotic shocked emoticon Remi, today I was your snowbird trying to navigate my way through the wind and snow to school with 2 kids in tow, when all around me were driving smugly and comfortably in their cars...
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Post by Remi on Jan 19, 2005 7:05:58 GMT -5
Thank you Fergie, WilsonFreak, and Peak! Y'all are sweet!
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Post by lotus on Jan 19, 2005 7:13:51 GMT -5
WF, it's so sweet, I hope you win! I read things here but I don't comment a lot. What does this mean up above in the quotation? Win what? I knew that I should get new glasses.
All of you are extremely talented and I love your poetry. I don't think that I could ever do that.
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Post by WilsonFreak on Jan 19, 2005 9:41:02 GMT -5
:)The little poem I wrote for Owen was something I just thought up to enter a poetry contest! So I posted it on the board and that was a wish of good luck for me from Bunny and a few others. Just go back a page or two and you will see the poem.
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Post by fergie on Jan 24, 2005 19:10:35 GMT -5
'Tis burns day today..... An excerpt from Highland Mary
O, pale, pale now, those rosy lips I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly; And clos'd for ay, the sparkling glance That dwalt on me sae kindly; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
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Post by Remi on Jan 24, 2005 19:15:04 GMT -5
That's so pretty Fergie! Will you be having Haggis then today?
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Post by fergie on Jan 24, 2005 19:23:28 GMT -5
That's so pretty Fergie! Will you be having Haggis then today? Och aye!... Way up nay high on heathered hill, I saw a lad so fair. Upon looking up yet further still, He had no underwear. I said what's amiss oh wholesome lad, Beneath your skirt so gay. He smiled and lifted up his plaid, And merrily walked away... anon
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Post by WilsonFreak on Jan 24, 2005 23:35:17 GMT -5
>:(thanks Fergie!!
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Post by fergie on Jan 25, 2005 9:47:13 GMT -5
The return address to the ladies which one of our Wilson boys could make.... Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O, There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
The warl'y race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O, An' warl'y cares an' war'ly men May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han' she try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O.
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Post by Pancake on Feb 2, 2005 19:21:15 GMT -5
Hi everyone...i recently discovered a company that pays for poetry to publish in greeting cards...Have u ever heard of Blue Mountain Cards?? Well they pay $500 if they like your work to publish on a card. If you want the info pm and i will send it to you!!
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Post by letters2dorian on Feb 22, 2005 12:49:06 GMT -5
(bumping the thread)
I wrote this poem when I was 15, so it might sound very childish and whatnot. I love the title though! It works on so many levels for me! =D
Letters to Dorian (a reply from Elizabeth)
He wrote,
To Elizabeth:
I sat down next to my bads, waiting for the train to start, watching the time crawl helplessly.
I couldn't wait for you anymore. The door openend in front of me but I couldn't get up. (Something inside me still waited.)
The train started to rumble and I glanced out the window only to see you gone. I cried, Liz! My heart cried, Liz! Why did you let me leave?
She wrote, in response,
To Dorian:
I stared at you blankly, waiting for you to glance over, but time just flew by.
The train started to rumble, and I quickly looked up at you, only to see the back of your head mocking me! Mocking my emotions!
I turned around and ran angrily through the door. I can't think about you anymore! I don't want to worry anymore! (But I didn't want you to leave...)
-- Spring 2003 Copyright ©2005 Maida S.
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Post by fergie on Feb 22, 2005 12:52:28 GMT -5
Wow, that was wonderful L2D
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Post by letters2dorian on Feb 22, 2005 12:56:26 GMT -5
thank you fergie!
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Post by Remi on Feb 22, 2005 13:52:53 GMT -5
L2D... You're very talented!! Thank you for posting your poem!!
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Post by bubbles4play on Feb 22, 2005 15:25:21 GMT -5
I wrote this long ago - so it might sound...well, whatever
"A Walk with myself"
The birds are singing the sun is shinning, so why does it seem I'm always whinning?
Forget the pain forget the fear, open my heart just to hear,
The birds that are singing the sun that is shinning, GROW UP and stop the whining!
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