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  • #31
    Originally posted by jahannam umm so you guys' favorite poem is one that promotes gambling?
    lol
    apparently you haven't read enough POETRY!
    yes.. I'm referring to "yete"
    That was pathetic. There's a reason why the poem's been translated to so many languages. But of course you'd know better than everybody else.

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    • #32
      lol
      I'm not saying I know better.
      I had heard theat poem before.
      and yeah ok, it's a nice poem... but favorite?
      it freakin says in it that if you can waste ALL the money you made through hard work on a poker game, and not get depressed if you lose, then you're a good human being?
      what the hell??
      tell me
      am I right? or am I right...
      hele toon indzi yerpvneh "pathetic" ge ganchess?? lol

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      • #33
        Originally posted by jahannam lol
        I'm not saying I know better.
        I had heard theat poem before.
        and yeah ok, it's a nice poem... but favorite?
        it freakin says in it that if you can waste ALL the money you made through hard work on a poker game, and not get depressed if you lose, then you're a good human being?
        what the hell??
        tell me
        am I right? or am I right...
        hele toon indzi yerpvneh "pathetic" ge ganchess?? lol
        Kezi pathetic chsi, esadz-t pathetic er. Darper pan e.

        As for the poem, I think you're wrong.
        The point is (I think) that if you take a risk and lose all waht you had, and don't give up, then you're a good human being.

        Makes more sense than saying "if you lose all your money, sit down and whine, and then u'll be a man".

        Anywho, Kipling has a special place in my heart as he is the writer of the Jungle Book.

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        • #34
          Sorry guys. You mentioned Ginsburg and I have no choice. Spiral is going to kill me.



          There you go dear, I took the trouble and searched for this site, just for you. Because I care.

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          • #35
            Thanks, Spiral! I love you dearly.

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            • #36
              You're welcome kiddo.

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              • #37
                Why do you keep changing your avatar, Spiral? Anyway, in getting back to the topic, here's another one I wrote.



                SUDDENLY IT OCCURS

                Life can be exhausting, but exhilaration always is . . .
                So I’m sitting down to talk to a friend

                ‘Anything new?’ she says

                Ha! If she only knew
                About the horse latitudes hidden between
                The vagaries of morningly and nightly commute.
                So I ask her if her hair is still the color of the Pacific Sunset
                When I realize she can’t possibly know.

                ‘What about the ghost of lovers past?’ she says

                ‘Not in love, unfortunately – you have to understand,
                To be left for a cheap xxxx is all the more demeaning.’
                Life may be built from fractals which are built
                Strictly from straight lines, but even Euclid knows it isn’t that
                Simple.

                ‘Youth has a way, no?’ speaking of stealth,
                lack of preparation, and an overabundance of faith.

                ‘I often feel like 45, but my body cannot fool my soul.’
                If a down sheet can be so complete, then I have no one
                Left to meet, only new tools to discover, but still . . .
                ‘She’s 22, but mostly 17.’

                ‘I know exactly what you mean.’
                Speaking of the quandary of interstitial life . . .

                ‘When you finally lose that longing for
                wild independence, suddenly it occurs to you what you do not have.’
                Isn’t that the way it always works, though?
                Fixating on what you do not have, but look at the mirror . . .
                See those gorgeous lips, forbidden eyebrows, and
                Hair longing for the moisture of clouds.

                ‘And the naps? The rest you used to sneak in through the keyhole?’

                ‘Sleep is something that only comes to me in dreams.’
                Speaking of a painful separation from unconscious . . .
                ‘You know, I always thought it pleasant to die in water.’

                ‘Completion of the cycle, you mean?’
                Speak now not of dharma, of salvation, or of love –
                You know I don’t believe these things.

                ‘Yeah – born in amniotic fluid, dead in the womb of Darwin’s earth.’
                By the way, a cycle by definition can never be complete.

                So I’m talking to a friend, waiting on epiphany, when
                Suddenly it occurs to me that I’m sitting down . . .

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                • #38
                  cuz everything looks weird after I shrink it down to 100 X 100 pixels.

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                  • #39
                    Try using an old yearbook photo - that's what mine is. If you want something more current, go to one of those little photo booth things they have at theme parks and malls, where they shoot out little sticky photos in groups of four. You know what I mean, right?

                    Don't be a little tease now, Spiral.

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                    • #40
                      Originally posted by Baron Dants

                      Anywho, Kipling has a special place in my heart as he is the writer of the Jungle Book.
                      well, he should stick to junglebook- ish literature then. HA!

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