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What can you write about that will make you laugh at yourself? An experience that concerns sillinness or tomfoolery or maybe even a hint of wackiness? Don't look so sad there guilty puppy. Aren't you glad you're not a guppy? Mo is the first name of Lester- I think I better go warn Questor...

do their bidding? Example: Saying that the crust of the bread on your sandwich was where all the nutrition is... or telling you you will go blind if you...

My windchimes make melodies from under the eaves; every bell plays its tune for a lost child. The forces of nature are strange, free and wild; they are drawn to my essence as one who still grieves. I wear my mourning garb day after day, until night supplies my shroud as I drift into dream-land...

You hand me thorns for flowers and ask why I bleed. My tears salt my own wounds. To understand a love like ours, you have to see the need; which, in itself, is our doom. Demanding countless hours picking out the weeds, hoping something beautiful will bloom. Along came April showers, washing away...

Some of these words reaching Out will find a home Right inside the heart of those Restless and alone Oftentimes I wonder Where do my words go? I may get an answer Now seeds I plant might Grow...

Now back in the days when I was a noob and YAP was in a much better mood, all of the poets traded wits, critiquing or praising as they saw fit. At that time there were two who swore that all of our poems were a senseless bore. One was our Mighty poet-who knows-it, the other, yes, our Happy...

Now back in the days when I was a noob and YAP was in a much better mood, all of the poets traded wits, critiquing or praising as they saw fit. At that time there were two who swore that all of our poems were a senseless bore. One was our Mighty poet-who knows-it, the other, yes, our Happy...

That was intense. I need things like this to keep me in check. Thanks for the link, bookmarked now.

Someone once accused me of being our dear Sin; And then that loony tune-out made me get blocked by H er P oetic boyfriend. Well, I suppose she realizes now that I am me; And for her man, shes H is P roblem (but he loves the misery...) My alter ego is quite a fair catch as doppelgangers go...

I will not write a sonnet about ANYthing, even nothing.

Epileptic dancer, Chaos is playing our song. The strobe lights ensure seizures, And lit up limbs are lashed by lasers. Rave on oh my dearly demented, The air is overwhelming me, scented With the acrid alarm of short-circuit. The tempo is quickening, Now Berserk it! They are so hypnotic in the...

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i just wrote a great earth-wise poem and i lost it when i tried to post. i don't know if i can capture it again. you remided me of parts of it so i may yet try. but not now; it seems i have a pounding headache...

sad, and heartfelt, eerie reminder for me...

sad, and heartfelt, eerie reminder for me...

toes go in first

Well, sometimes you have to use gimmicks and tricks to get noticed. If you are a good writer, you also have a vivid enough imagination to think of one or the other. And sometimes you have to use bait to catch the bigger fish...LOL HEY! THIS could be one of those things!!! You're a genius!!!

1. A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme. 2. A composition in verse rather...

wow, something nice! for us YAPs that is a rarity- we like to scuffle as you probably know. thank you, GS and peace love and empathy to you!

...to another young poet? http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20091120193243AA3whqK Colliding comets killed the beasts That left us fuel for future wars To be fought over for thousands of years, As we circle the star that we call ours. Once a man with vision, they say, Foretold this all...