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You like the subject line? I think it's kinda catchy, neh?
I got the idea (and the permission, really) from an earlier post, and I thought I'd try to see how long this would go, and what kind of work we could turn out. So here's my plan: each person here contributes a line or two (or a rhyme or two) to the poem, and no more. You can't go more than once in a while, and it has to be short. Other than that, go nuts.
Oh, and naturally, it has to be in theme with the ones that come before it.
It's been a while since I've done poetry, so you'll forgive me if I forgo my turn. Sorry. Cristian V.
PS--Because it makes sense that there be a common theme, I think we should agree on one. Or maybe someone goes first, and we all follow like loyal lemmings. (Like the alliteration? )
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Gleaming red eyes scan the horizon Windows into an empty soul Nothing inside to be revealed Mind transfixed on its current goal
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A single knight, riding across the terrain, Sitting atop his sturdy steed, Riding through the pouring rain, Riding on, to feed his greed.
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Squire lugs Good Sir Knight's crap, No horse allowed for trusty kern. Squire would love to punch Knight's yap, (Squire would lose his head in turn.)
Um - y'all can ignore this one if you want.
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sick of this crap, the squire screams and buries his dagger in the breast of good sir knight, and so it seems the dragon can this night peacefully rest.
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ccw, last name bass, puts into his hands his face stifling laughs; O, what he's read: He didn't mean to warp this thread.
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The spirit of said knight did rise To steal the squire's flesh. His soul twice damned in compromise To seek, and with the dragon mesh.
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The ancient dragon, primal, vicious, Fought to resist this blending. The knight in rage did he roar, Their fight continued, unending. To the heavens they did soar, The skies tore open, at his roar.
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'Twere not gods at all, but more dragons there, Breathing fire and rage from heaven's high lair, Keening and bellowing and spiraling in fury, Seeking, seeking the impudent knight to bury.
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The beauty, the splender, the anger and rage Was all for nothing.
Little did the fearsome beasts Know the truth, sad as it was. The knight was dead, killed by A friend [This message has been edited by Phanto (edited January 09, 2004).]
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O weep, weep, for a knight thrice dead: Honor corrupted, Hope become dread; Talon and fire shall render their prey. O weep, weep! Love dies this day.
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I'm thinking the idea is good, but perhaps we should insist that any contribution be no more than two or three lines. It would not only prevent the kind of doggeral I write, but cut down on the temptation to write "final" lines. Let's face it, once we're closing our own rhyme/metre schemes, we're also closing scenes, or at least dictating course corrections that can only changed by writing an even harder course correction, to the point where the ship, I mean poem, would never land in ANY port because it can't figure out which direction to go.
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