Poetry Corner

[MrHyeSev]

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Force of nature

freak of nature
King some call him
Prince I say
Crowned by the nba.
A throne awaits him
ring he has not won
prince I say.
Shaqcelot has come
The ring may come
nevermore nevermore
Because there's 4 shamrocks
that stand in their way.
2 knights of roundball
some may say.
Prince James will
be King One day...

I got this from http://www.makeliterature.com/reviewing/storyline-7798

[Tali]

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aww that sucks. I dont miss the snow

In dedication to your last one though..
Snow by Jay M. McCabe

Snow is falling
A beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It plays with the light
Snow is falling
It plays it's game
Snow is falling
It makes all that's different look the same
Snow is falling
It's source is storm
Snow is falling
It makes all conform
Snow is falling
It blinds all who see
Snow is falling
It hides you from me
Snow is falling
From a sky of lead
Snow is falling
Never mind...we're dead

[Haykakan]

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"A cloud is passing "

That damn cloud passed by alright-and dumped 12 inches of snow on us!

[Tali]

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Cloud
Gevorg Emin

A cloud is passing
through my heart
leaving a cold shapeless longing.

And you, what are you doing
right this minute?
This cold foggy night?
Are you at home?

With your face
against the window glass
watching for me?

Or are you out tonight,
head high and laughing?
Well, you cannot escape
completely! I know
wherever you are
this cloud will pass
through your heart too.

[MrHyeSev]

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Hide & Seek

Slow haunted moment
Paralyzed silent breath
Castling tighten woes
Joint scream strokes
Inside human cubes
Dying heart uttered
Instinct thrill sway
Underground rhythmic voices
Pushing thy bleeding heart
Seeking chronic edge
Searching each unfolded sides
Darkened thoughts collides
Pointed axis of enormous threat
Pauses tickle of time
Rampant doubt ignition
Awaken squinted fear behind
Unbound doom chicks

by: arceelee evolove

[MrHyeSev]

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great


Look at you freestyling,
Pondering over what you're typing.
Comes out great -
There's no debate -
Now if only we could find a way
to get someone to read this and pay

-Tali

Nice one

[Tali]

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great


Look at you freestyling,
Pondering over what you're typing.
Comes out great -
There's no debate -
Now if only we could find a way
to get someone to read this and pay

-Tali

[MrHyeSev]

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Another one by me

I wake up & see the sun
it makes me feel the urge to run
Afterwards I go to church & see a nun
not for fun. (lolol)

freestyle by PepSiAddict

[Tali]

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and here's where it went....

Magic
by demi buxton

magic is in the music
magic is in the air
magic is all around us
magic are you there

magic is in the flower
magic is in the picture
magic is in the hour
magic are you there

magic here
magic there
magic every where

[MrHyeSev]

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The Magic Has Gone

Frost's fingers withdrew and let go of the world.
Winter's heart was melting away.
When the wizard appeared and his magic unfurled.
Reaching out to lighten our day.
He did tricks to amaze, astound and delight
in a world every moment less real.
He kept us enthralled well into the night
with the incredible and the surreal.
The village welcomed him into its heart
and extended its invitation to stay.
Till one day he woke and declared he must part
then swiftly and smoothly vanished away.
The next spring as we dealt with the annual snow's melt,
in the gradually brightening weather,
the magician, still tanned and healthy and svelte,
came striding on out of the heather.
He juggled with balls that he conjured from air
He cast spells for our satisfaction.
He had tricks and ruses with diversions to spare
and provided a welcome distraction.
There was nobody had sufficient time to play host
so we directed him to a suitable tavern
But lacking the fervour he could previously boast
he marched away again through the bracken.
The subsequent year held problems galore
with a winter we barely survived
Then just when we couldn't have taken any more
the spellcaster finally arrived.
He patched up our homes and cleared out the fields,
cured our cattle of most of its ills.
He put charms on our grain and promised good yields.
Even sharpened our tools with his skills
We worked him hard, told him to sleep in the stall,
and were glad that he seemed so naive.
He was almost a slave at our beck and call
till we finally allowed him to leave
One year later he was long, long overdue
and we were starting to worry.
And we had no idea of what we would do
if he did not appear in a hurry.
He eventually came but aware of his name
this time, and how much he could ask.
So he laid out his fees without any shame
saying what we must pay for each task.
And as on his magic we had come to rely
we had no real choice, so we paid.
Then an unoccupied building he decided to buy
and in our little village he stayed.
Remembering three years of what had seemed oh so clever
I wandered along to look on.
But though his powers were even greater than ever
somehow the magic had gone.

by: Adam Rulli-Gibbs