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Bard
09-28-2005, 11:34 PM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night








Keep it going :clap

wintertao
09-29-2005, 08:05 PM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights













Keep it going :clap

Buckeye1sid
09-29-2005, 08:23 PM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

wintertao
09-29-2005, 08:30 PM
damn sid you can do better than that that sucks :thumbsup

CooCooTheLooseScrew
09-29-2005, 11:27 PM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The jestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Bard
09-30-2005, 06:57 PM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The jestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Alas, dawn and dusk do shine as one
Blurred and blazed in scented stride
Passion rinsed and desert dried

Buckeye1sid
10-01-2005, 06:36 AM
Passion rinsed and desert dried

We're talking big time advertising here, what is it, coffee, some kind of fruit? What ever it is, its going to fly off the shelves.

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 07:25 AM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The jestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Alas, dawn and dusk do shine as one
Blurred and blazed in scented stride
Passion rinsed and desert dried

Hark! The larks do stride and ride
unto the mark they hid thither yon hide
tanned by canned thalidomide, the beast they cannot bide.

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 08:28 AM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The jestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Alas, dawn and dusk do shine as one
Blurred and blazed in scented stride
Passion rinsed and desert dried

Hark! The larks do strive and ride
unto the mark they hid thither yon hide
tanned by canned thalidomide, the beast they cannot bide.

It rears apon fears and folly of man
the driver of divers of archaic demands
that poetry derides as against the wise.

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 09:07 AM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The jestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Alas, dawn and dusk do shine as one
Blurred and blazed in scented stride
Passion rinsed and desert dried

Hark! The larks do strive and ride
unto the mark they hid thither yon hide
tanned by canned thalidomide, the beast they cannot bide.

It rears apon fears and folly of man
the driver of divers of archaic demands
that poetry derides as against the wise,

and wooden walls of cryers plies
of alas, anon, alack, and lies
but our best is served with a burger and fries.

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 09:10 AM
Folly saddles us at dawn
And rides us till dusk
I pray thee for night

Skies are tipping down
Tiny drops of terror tea
On the lonely harbor lights

The glory of the moon
recaptures what it had lost
And truth flees till dawn

The stage is without curtain
The gestures have grown mundane
I'm certain tonight and today, day and night are but the same

Alas, dawn and dusk do shine as one
Blurred and blazed in scented stride
Passion rinsed and desert dried

Hark! The larks do strive and ride
unto the mark they hid thither yon hide
tanned by canned thalidomide, the beast they cannot bide.

It rears apon fears and folly of man
the driver of divers of archaic demands
that poetry derides as against the wise,

and wooden walls of cryers plies
of alas, anon, alack, and lies
but our best is served with a burger and fries.

Yet some give fast but beautiful
hard and meaningful ever accessible
on our trays, to the end of days our language plays.

(edited for someones spelling way up in stanza 4)

Bard
10-01-2005, 11:45 AM
We Begin Anew

Let us begin anew
And limit our stanzas
To six, tried and true

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 12:01 PM
We Begin Anew

Let us begin anew
And limit our stanzas
To six, tried and true

true as tried
our hands are tied
six from nine can be devine.

Bard
10-01-2005, 12:12 PM
We Begin Anew

Let us begin anew
And limit our stanzas
To six, tried and true

true as tried
our hands are tied
six from nine can be devine.

Make it seven or eleven
Untie all knots
Says freedom who rides

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 12:19 PM
We Begin Anew

Let us begin anew
And limit our stanzas
To six, tried and true

true as tried
our hands are tied
six from nine can be devine.

Make it seven or eleven
Untie all knots
Says freedom who rides

across the glides of verse's guise
as free as verse can be to fly
it lays in hearts too quick to bind.

wintertao
10-01-2005, 03:47 PM
Let us begin anew
And limit our stanzas
To six, tried and true

true as tried
our hands are tied
six from nine can be devine.

Make it seven or eleven
Untie all knots
Says freedom who rides

across the glides of verse's guise
as free as verse can be to fly
it lays in hearts too quick to bind.

this time travel makes me ill
"next stop the upper level of hell"
'tis not the proper sign

Bard
10-01-2005, 03:50 PM
across the glides of verse's guise
as free as verse can be to fly
it lays in hearts too quick to bind.

Nice verse Lemon.

Mr. Lemon Pocket
10-01-2005, 04:47 PM
thanks