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Post by Tiana, eh? on Mar 25, 2006 17:10:26 GMT -5
I made a thread
And it's not dead
Post in it now or I'll chop off your head.
Seriously though, now go to bed!!
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Post by Tempest on Mar 25, 2006 20:31:44 GMT -5
This thread is for rhyme
Not keeping in time
Please don't decapitate me
I promise to obey thee!
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Post by Ali Blue on Mar 25, 2006 22:34:19 GMT -5
I try and I try, why won't it die?
I really hate this freakin' fly!
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Mar 25, 2006 22:41:00 GMT -5
Of course it's been done,
But this thread still is fun.
We could do haiku elsewhere,
But please don't you glare.
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Post by Ali Blue on Mar 25, 2006 23:04:36 GMT -5
Why would glare?
I wouldn't dare.
It's just not my style,
to make others bile.
I try to be nice,
but sometimes I can't break the ice.
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know I'm not playin'.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Mar 25, 2006 23:48:52 GMT -5
Don't worry, we love you,
I don't think I'll sue
Though why I would I do not know,
And the only rhmye that fits is really, well, d'oh.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Mar 26, 2006 1:41:58 GMT -5
Easy as pie, those haikus be;
Nearly as easy as falling out a tree.
The real challenge lies in making them well,
And not like a metaphor of rotten-egg smell.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Mar 26, 2006 21:32:53 GMT -5
But sooth, you know
Only ten more posts to go
And I shall achieve six thousand.
(witty/pathetic pickup line about sand)
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Post by Ali Blue on Mar 26, 2006 23:02:30 GMT -5
make that nine
now down the line
for Tiana, fine
administrator of us weird kind
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Post by Barnzo on Mar 27, 2006 16:18:02 GMT -5
You guys are much better,
At rhyming than me,
But in my movie,
I rhyme while frolicking,
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Mar 28, 2006 4:02:04 GMT -5
I should go to bed,
Before I end up dead
It's nearly two o'clock
But I've got a mental block
Should I make five more posts?
And leave my 5000 as toast?
So that I've got six K,
To brighten up the next day?
But alas, I think it's time
For me to end this rhyme
My bed is calling,
The roof is falling
(not really but my vision's gone double
Which really, I think, does mean some trouble!)
So thus I leave
And not all that peeved
For I must sleep!
You shan't hear a peep...
But for sleep, blessed sleep,
I doubt I'll count sheep...
This rhyme is tiring, and it's not quite yet light...
Good night.
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Post by Absolon on Mar 29, 2006 14:18:32 GMT -5
Wow, such great rhyming skills
better than mine, it kills
me to say
my rhyming seems lame
compared to yours
mine bores.
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Post by Mekka on Mar 30, 2006 14:46:49 GMT -5
I have terrible trouble with rhyming
It has something to do with the timing
It set my mind whirling,
and twirling,
and then I realize
(hardly a surprise)...
That it's not worth the trouble
To write everything double
When it hardly makes any sense!
[Forigve me. I am ill.]
[Oh yeah! Um... I go to take a pill. Or something.[/i]
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Post by Absolon on Mar 30, 2006 14:52:11 GMT -5
poems are more
than lines and rhymes
one must know the lore
to keep in time
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Post by Mekka on Mar 30, 2006 15:02:30 GMT -5
the point of the matter is
my poetry never rhymes
it's more about the words
and the oddly broken lines
when I can feel the magic
of the rhythm, at that time
it somehow means more
to me than simply keeping rhyme
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Post by Ali Blue on Mar 30, 2006 20:32:49 GMT -5
though enough it is oddly,
you still keep in time
it listens quite fondly,
more than having a rhyme
No matter how much I try
I just cannot rhyme
hey! I just did!
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Post by Absolon on Mar 30, 2006 20:41:27 GMT -5
I'm feeling really hyper
and my homework is lighter
than normal
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Post by Ali Blue on Mar 30, 2006 20:47:02 GMT -5
I'm feeling like crud
when I dropped my backpack there was a great thud
that shook the whole earth
with it's hideous birth
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Post by Absolon on Apr 3, 2006 21:52:39 GMT -5
It is getting quite hot
And now I have sought
A place in the shade
AH! Begone ye foul knave!
(my cat insists on rubbing my hands while I'm typing)
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Post by Ali Blue on Apr 5, 2006 18:03:13 GMT -5
It rained today,
the sky turned very gray.
The wind was so strong,
I thought I could fly.
So I said to myself:
"Why not try?"
So today I tried to fly,
though I only succeeded in making myself die.
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