ExplanationIn the meantime, visit [link] this: it's absolutely hilarious, even if you don't follow politics. Have fun!
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A day at the beachThe scene opens up on a golden sandy beach. The perspective is as if watching from the water, with only a little of the water seen downstage. Upstage right, a craggy cliff of red rock rises up higher than the audience can see. Palm trees are placed onstage: two large palm trees stand next to each other upstage left (about five feet apart), while one smaller one is placed center stage. A large sign is hung on the cliff: it reads NO GNOMES ALLOWED! Violators will receive a stern talking to and be sent to bed early. A large beach umbrella is set up just downstage left of the smallA day at the beach
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SomewhereWe all wonder Sometimes. We all question ourselves Once and a while. We all search for meaning Eventually. We all find the questions. The answers are out there Somewhere.Somewhere
Restless winds fan our flames Occasionally Darkened eyes reach for the light At least once. We cling to our hope For a while. We all found the questions. The answers must be out there Somewhere.
The journey saps our strength Inevitably. Despair infiltrates our hearts Slowly. We all drop our swords One by one. We all fou
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FadingYour sound is fading.Fading
I reach out my hand To touch your face And feel your crying eyes. I can hear your sobs, Your whispers, Your tears, But I cannot see. Through darkness I stretch, Every ounce of energy used, Every muscle strained, And every thought lost. I still hear you And the slow drip of your eyes. I try, But I cannot find you.
Your sound is fading.
Crawling through the blackest desert, I reach for you, My oasis. But I feel only insidious sand; Mirages plague my desperate ears. Your so
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The Saying's StoryWords, please hear, and come to my call! Arm me for the battle ahead. Guide me through the tournament hall. Guide me out, though I may be dead.The Saying's Story
You shall serve my strength and my might. Wanting you, I cannot compare To the brawny warrior knight, Strong and sure as Lancelot’s heir.
Bring my pen and all of my wit! Let him draw his glistening blade! Save in death, I never will quit; Not till six feet under I’m laid.
Fought we did for many a year; Books were cleaved again and again. Using words, I let out a cheer: “Sword has lost to migh
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"I am not bound to please thee with my answers."
~William Shakespeare~
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Benedictions!
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
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*livingpoetsociety
~LPSworkshop
*browses thru stuff*
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After one has moved on,
One knows that she has moved on when she can stare herself in the eyes and say,
At least it was worth it.
Erm, what is AIM? *is curious*
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MahnaMahna!
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Come down to my room
I was thinking about you
and made a pass at myself
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I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
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*throws a smoke bomb and disappears*
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