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One_Charred_Wing Member (Idle past 6156 days) Posts: 690 From: USA West Coast Joined: |
If we're presenting poems, then:
http://EvC Forum: Evolution is NOT science: A challenge -->EvC Forum: Evolution is NOT science: A challenge And, while I'm no poet by any means, I've noticed most of the poems so far don't rhyme. Why is that?
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NosyNed Member Posts: 8996 From: Canada Joined: |
Fossils say it, the rocks say so too
The earth's old; really it's true but a YEC is blind and gets in a bind Trying to argue with facts, too few. (it's cause it's darn hard)
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NosyNed Member Posts: 8996 From: Canada Joined: |
Pyramid on a base square
Magic proportions so rare Creation in height Gives atheist fright If this darn building was there. This message has been edited by NosyNed, 07-29-2004 07:56 PM
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NosyNed Member Posts: 8996 From: Canada Joined: |
The fossils got sorted right
by flood that came overnight but ain't possible it's a lot a bull Only the gullible bite
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SRO2  Inactive Member |
A thousand wars my soul hath fought,
and from these wars my sword was wraught, T'was the truth my soul had sought. The thousand wars begin again,my soul grows tired within the din, my soul will slumber in the end. A thousand wars my soul has lost,a new tear melts the winters frost, my sword, my soul, a pipers cost. I stab my heart with the sword of ilk,it bleeds my soul red on pure white silk. The truth my soul had never found,runs blood red upon the ground. Allen
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SRO2  Inactive Member |
Rhymenometry is too hard...modern poets don't even attempt it...they just give up and call it "Avante Guarde Poetry".
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PecosGeorge Member (Idle past 6873 days) Posts: 863 From: Texas Joined: |
Sandy Lane
Like a picture drawn in charcoal the trees hang in the rain and with cast-iron indifference fence in my sandy lane Are the willows really weeping?as the rain falls off their leaves what is it that is dying it seems the whole day grieves There's a woman on her front porchmingling in the gray's and blue's and none of this can touch her as she reads the morning news Like a picture drawn in charcoalmy reflection in a window pane is the ghost upon the puddles lying on my sandy lane George
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PecosGeorge Member (Idle past 6873 days) Posts: 863 From: Texas Joined: |
A Different Concerto
Fred Squirrel with his bushy tailand yonder slowpoke, Charlie Snail John Frog, the croaker, on his pad and Sister Butterfly twirling mad Ben Coyote barking at the moon the plaintive cry of Liza Loon and Jack the monkey hanging loose the hiss and honk of Georgie Goose let's not forget Maximilian Moose the hoot and toot of Betsy Owl and Herbie Wolf's fierce lonely howl Peg Sparrow's chatter evermore and Leo Lion's chilling roar in winter's frost and summer's heat they bay and growl and yap and bleat although you may not think they sing all raise their voices to our King and thank Him for the life he gives and thank Him also that He lives George I wrote it for some little kids once in church hope you like it
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SRO2  Inactive Member |
I already got my laureate aclaim...Jenni said "WOW Dad!"
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NosyNed Member Posts: 8996 From: Canada Joined: |
Good job!
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Hangdawg13 Member (Idle past 751 days) Posts: 1189 From: Texas Joined: |
A thousand wars... Oooo I like it.
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One_Charred_Wing Member (Idle past 6156 days) Posts: 690 From: USA West Coast Joined: |
That's it! It's on topic and very good. Rocket gets post of the month so maybe he'll keep up the former!
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Hangdawg13 Member (Idle past 751 days) Posts: 1189 From: Texas Joined: |
Sorry to make Yall suffer through this, but here goes...
Finals (Hell) week The head is throbbing, throbbing,From Brandon's wretched coughing. His eyes are red; his brain is dead, His flesh shall soon be rotting. His room mate is not helping,With all his banging and a’ clanging, And if he does not quit right now, By a rope he'll soon be hanging! To all my friends who's problems, tears, fears and pain are never ending and ever increasing:The Yet Unset Divine Decree O, why? Why must it be?!?That those I love, cannot see? They seek a joy that renders strife, But seek not God, who renders joy, Even mired in the woes of life. My saddened soul aches for them,I gently speak and plead with them, For I know both the joy and the strife, And Christ, my Lord, the giver of life. This wonderful life He has to giveThat those I love choose not to live. O, why? Why must it be?!? That those I love choose not to be free, Free from pain and agony? O, why? Why must it be?!?That those I love choose not Thee? ‘Tis choice this source of wretched inequality. ‘Tis choice the yet unset divine decree. This life they have they do not live,Too full of pride, too lazy to see, The Wisdom of God is the key, The key to joy and security. They seek a song or pretty face,But not the blessings of God’s grace. In bitter weeping, never ceasing, Vain talk, and selfish thinking, They cannot see, cannot see,The very Truth that sets them free, For they are lost inside themselves, Blindly facing eternity. There was this girl once... The breathing creature stood fast in the darkness,Awakened by a pleasing voice. Mind on edge, pulse racing, eyes searching; He looked frantically all about him, For someone that was not there. He spoke, but no voice answered; He listened, but heard only silence: The silence of the impersonal crowded masses so distant from him, Silence pressed flat against the velvet blackness that swallowed him. His passions dashed by the cruel vanity, The breathing creature shrank to the ground; In subdued desperation, he cried out. He could not understand, So he arose and fled once again to the farthest corner of the darkness, To sleep, to hope, to wait for a voice, For with a voice, a light would also come. At the time, this meant something... I think... Time is ticking past the plumber's dough,swirling and whirling in the winds of war. Summer heat beats the coldness in her heart, long before rays of dawn toss fiery darts upon the sycamore. While I'm at it I'll throw in a couple of my favorite quotes... We are so apt, in our engrossing egotism, to consider all those accessories which are drawn around us by prosperity as pertaining and belonging to our own persons, that the discovery of our unimportance, when left to our own proper resources, becomes inexpressibly mortifying. — Sir Walter Scott, Rob Roy notmyon2k3: actually I know what fo' shizzle my nizzle meansnotmyon2k3: "Fo' shizzle ma nizzle" is a bastardization of "fo' sheezy mah neezy" notmyon2k3: That, in turn, is a bastardization of "for sure mah nigga" which is in turn a bastardization of "I concur with you, my African-American brother." "Every so often, I try to masturbate a large word into conversation, even if I'm not really sure what it means. " - Anonymous
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Bikerman Member (Idle past 4956 days) Posts: 276 From: Frodsham, Chester Joined: |
Their way to heaven
There's a man here who knowsWhere its at, how it goes Its all written down plain,in the bible So the earth is not old as the scientists hold It's a plot to decieve us with libel What they say, he is sureIs a pile of manure To confuse and bewilder the pious Evolution's a lie, and the proof is the eye But the schools and the teachers are biased But the time will come soonWhen they all change their tune For he's taking the fight to the sinners He will lie and deceive Say he does not believe In a God, just a clever designer hmmm...and it makes me wonder Then he'll say its not fairthat the kids can't compare Other theories, not just evolution Better theories exist And they can't be dismissed Teaching both is the only solution And creationists allWill then take up the call That ID should be taught in the classroom But most parent's don't know That it's all just a show And ID is not what they assume We'll return to an ageOn a far distant page Full of ignorance and superstition And be forced to believe It was adam and eve We should thank for mankind's disposition Yes we've been there beforewith the church to the fore 15 centuries of superstition And don't think that they've changed They are just as derranged Holding power is still their ambition hmm...it must make you wonder.... But don't worry, you sayIt won't happen that way Because the Court ruled against it at Dover But they won't go away they still plan for the day So don't think for one moment it's over hmmm...it SHOULD make you wonder? (with apologies to Page & Plant)
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Omnivorous Member Posts: 3978 From: Adirondackia Joined: Member Rating: 7.3
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Here's one of my favorite ee cummings poems. He uses his trademark all-lower-case style to good effect, making the capitalized characters pop with contrast: Olaf/I, God and Christ.
He compresses the poem like an over-wound spring, eliminating the spaces after some punctuation, bunching some especially potent words together, crowding the narrative forward like the non-coms bum rush Olaf to his doom, creating a rabid, claustrophobic atmosphere. Like spidey knows, the language does not own the writer; the writer owns the language.
quote: Dost thou prate, rogue? -Cassio Real things always push back.-William James |
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