Poem -
Remnants
In this field in which I reign
O'er rows of gilded grain
Stoic upon a crucified throne
Husk enshrined dry as bone
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Once aligned plotted row
Thistles on it amply grow
God endowed bumpkin shave
Gone to seed a humble grave
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Toil expiry calloused hand
Sown on relentless land
Omitted here remnants when
Life unyielding back then
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Generations now forgot
All ones pride surely sought
Inane house, senescent shell
Only bygone shadows dwell
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Hey Leeza, my wonderful friend, fantastic write about change, and age, and death. Fantastic writing, awesome one.Β
M.Β
Thank you kindly my bestie youβre such a pal
Did you just call me a 'beastie'??!!Β
LOL.Β
No best tee you know my best friend though beastie would probably work too just saying
Hey!! Watch it girlie! Lest I shall be forced to bludgeon someone in your honor.Β
M.Β
that sounds like an awesome title to a poem!
Hey!! You may be on to something there, Kiddo!Β
I Shall Bludgeon Thee In Honor of Leeza: The Untold Story.Β
I like it...but not much. lol.Β
now that would be funny that your angry chicken's ghost comes back to bludgeon the ones that ate him
One time I wrote a poem about my spleen, but it was panned on here by harsh critics. It was called: I Love You, My Overactive Spleen. But it was one of those erotic ones, so some people thought it in poor taste. I renamed it An Intimate Relationship With My Spleen, and they made it into a Cinemax movie. It was a blockbuster...in Greenland.Β
lol
I'm not sure why I brought that up...I guess I miss my spleen. I lost it in a card game on Thursday. I went all in, on a 7 high, and the other guy had 14 eights, so I lost by a little. Oh well.Β
Thanks for caring!Β
M.Β
that aught ta teach ya then
What about Reflections On a Lost Spleen: The Munderheisen Affair(Munderheisen is the one who had that hand of 14 eights in the card game)? Wood that bee a gud pome?Β
M.Β
Munchausen by proxy? are you the type to hurt others for attention?? that would make a superb poem
No, Munchhausen by Hagen Das Munchin. I hurt myself by eating too much ice cream...Hey! good idea!Β
lol
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You're fum, my friend! Thansk! (that's Dutch for thanks).Β
M.Β
dankeschΓΆn means thank you my mom is from Austria
Ummm...not to discredit your mom, but I think that means 'my toe hurts'. (I'm bi-lingual in many languages).Β
ok.....??
I'm just kidding, my friend!! Your mom is so much smareter than me(I bet she could even spell smarter).Β
Hey, have you noticed that these thingy's that you type in get smaller as you write more messages back and forth. I'm starting to feel wicked claustrophobic!Β
M.Β
yeppers....it is a such a wicked conspiracy
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Β
Let's see how small we can get it without suffocating.Β
soon the boxes will just disappear
Or we'll only be able to fit one letter on each line!Β
I'm shrinking!!Β
O, nooooo
Help me, Spock!Β
Sorry captain I can't give no more the dilithium crystals are....
I'm melting...melting!
Hello, my name is Lit Candle.... wax on wax off
Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a physicist!Β
Hello Jim i'm..... out of space
Maybe, if I jam this bar between the sides
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it the spacebar...................................................
Oh my gosh! Edit has mounted reply on the bottom!Β
I can't feel my ears!Β
gang
poopΒ
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help us!!!!Β
lol
I'm sveldt!Β
wow
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Brilliant word-play as usual Poetess Darkly.Β
thank you kindly FFV
Brilliant and captivating Lisa.Β Enjoyed very much.
Thank you kindly SimonΒ
We did it!!!Β
Completely took away the boxes!!Β
We rule!!Β
Take that Mrs. Cosmo!Β
LOL.Β
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