Some Motrax Poetry
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BANNED
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 16:55
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quote:That's not a haiku. -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 18:05
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It meets the 5-7-5 rule. Actually, haiku in Japanese are quite a bit different, often part of larger poems, and have some content guidelines. But here in the US of A, we can do haiku our own way and the Japanese out to be happy we keep the syllables right! —Alorael, who assures all doubters that his name has only 3 syllables and that hasn't has two despite the single vowel. Posts: 14579 | Registered: Saturday, December 1 2001 08:00 |
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Babelicious
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 18:11
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http://www.phenry.org/junkdrawer/haiku/ Long story short, just because you're American doesn't mean you get to call senryu haiku. Posts: 999 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 18:58
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A valid point Djur brings, I've created vile things, All my 'haiku' was travesty, Nothing close to majesty. On one other point others've brought up, Problems and conflicts some have with my meter: It's eleven ocklock, I'll not end this retort, I'm crawling in bed and activating the heater. (That was the lamest poem I've yet written, Rather than read that, you'd rather be fleabitten.) EDIT: Hope nobody saw it. =p [ Wednesday, November 12, 2003 11:13: Message edited by: On a Given Sunday ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 01:44
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Motrax Got Me Too And yes, Motrax, he got me too, In more ways than one, that is certainly true. Others died in only one way, While I was taken down four times in say. Without a clue, I would have to suffice, Thinking that I wouldn't pay the price, But sure enough he came silent and quick, And summoned a host different picks. As I posted up things, just as you see, Motrax came by and gave me salami, It was icky, and nasty, green like grass, Plus, it smelled like someone's gas passed. And yet I ate it, unaware of the danger, For I was poisoned, and died three days later. But that wasn't the end of me just yet, As He wanted to give me more pain to get. And I was a poet, tright and content, When out came a voice I had to repent, Sure enough it was him, and he had on a glare, And yanked out my lungs, right into thin air. Right after that, many things had come, I was writer before to some, And of course I was Philosopher at times, Punished times two for all of my crimes. A fighter came up, he was strong as an ox, Brang out a gun and shot me right up, Yelled at me for the writings I made, And tramped off away to live out his day. The rest of the town, they hated my thoughts, As Philosophy came once every five months, So they decreed that I shall be hung, On a tree, no doubt, without help to become. Tying me up, they let me drop, And now I hang from atop a crop. So lifeless and limp, its sad to see, What danger that Motrax, what dangers he brings, And yet no one just happens to believe, That in the end, He rules everything. How do I write this, even though I'm dead? Its because these are thoughts through your head. I can't explain cause I'm just out of time, I'll see you after your life have declined. A Poem to Sauron Ah yes, your poems, they elate, Simple things, where legends create, And heroes are born, and people are slain, Such a tale is made, but is just too plain. I know this is late, but just reconsider, Think before post, and make your poems better. Haiku - Really, not great... sorta sucks. Snapping of a rod, Fish jumping out the water, Fishing in a lake. Looking left and right, Hurried feet run on asphalt, Try to cross the street. A fire within, Breathing in and out softly, Just smoking cigars. -------------------- "Friendship is two things: Trust, and sharing. I personally see it as a business opportunity." -Random Quote Posts: 203 | Registered: Friday, July 18 2003 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 05:56
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Feeling like a gerbil, bring the tube. -------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 06:37
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This is NOT a poem! Tommy, the saga i post is THE SAGA OF SIGMAR in the Warhammer boardgame rulebook. You say its bad coz you never heard of it (Maby), people say things are bad because "they have never heard of it" all the time. But if you mean The Saga of Posting, i agree with you. Seea Alorael? i managed to stop! Foul and evil people are, Not akcepting newbs. Yet i understand your anger, Yet i get so sad. Wrong i wrothe so manny times, Damn then one more time. But to norway north i care, Homeland to my clan. Thats the reason of the words, Comming from my keys. But Tom Clancy books i read, English are the most. (  And a poem does NOT HAVE TO RHYME! )-------------------- MDNZZZ ZMMMBIS WBLOONZ 33111-CRUSADER-4849 Posts: 662 | Registered: Friday, September 13 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 06:50
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Perhaps I'll try my hand at the haiku stuff. We went on a hike My friend of old at my side And my eyes were clear We talked about things Gossipped, recalled memories My eyes were laughing Concerned, though, was I When he mentioned a new name Sharper were my eyes He had a new girl Not at all like the others And fear twitched my eyes He loved her, he said And his life belonged to her My eyes grew warmer Now I asked of him What would become of his friends Terror in my eyes Unconcerned was he We were all dispensable My eye shot a spark I pleaded with him But he refused to listen My eyes glazed over As we walked onward I noticed something ahead And my eyes brightened We reached a broad cliff And I pushed him from behind My eyes were glowing I turned from the scene Striding back along the path And calm were my eyes. -------------------- "Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain- at least in a poor country like Russia- and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect."- Leon Trotsky Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 08:28
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I bow to you, my friend, in which you endure, How you're still here, makes me wonder more. You've been through a lot, for thats what I see, I have been cruel and apologize for free. This puny rhyme, I make to prove a point, Don't stick things up that you don't create. Sure, you can post up simple stories from games, But creating things from yourself is not the same. Your writing, it needs work, and everyone notices, The grammer is bad, so the rhyme can't make focuses. Your poems are broken, and seen in your eyes, But it won't open up for everyone these times. Your feeling lacks, as so does your speech, I'm sorry to complain, but critics must screech. A poem can be anything, to just simple words, But the feeling is what counts, even in nerds. Sure, I make poems to poke fun at me, But these poems make you laugh and also grieve, So even if these poems don't seem to rhyme, The feeling is what counts, so your poems are just fine. In fact, your most recent one is pretty good. Reminds me of when I was mad at everything due to shunning and such. Just needs a touch up of work. Note: This poem took about 5-10 minutes at most. Booyah. -------------------- "Friendship is two things: Trust, and sharing. I personally see it as a business opportunity." -Random Quote Posts: 203 | Registered: Friday, July 18 2003 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 09:32
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That poem was to Sauron, I assume, and not to me, right? -------------------- "Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain- at least in a poor country like Russia- and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect."- Leon Trotsky Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 09:53
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I just wrote a cool poem, and I wish to share it with y'all! Ahem.. "I hate you. Die." -------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 10:41
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Hmmm, very nice, TGM. Very......., um, poetic. -------------------- "Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain- at least in a poor country like Russia- and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect."- Leon Trotsky Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 13:00
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I hate AOL I wish that it is not real. AOL is dumb. Why do we have AOL? We should destroy the Comp'nee! Tanka! -------------------- Professor Frost gives me ideas. Professor Frost has many an eye. Professor Frost always foils my plans. Posts: 549 | Registered: Thursday, October 17 2002 07:00 |
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Babelicious
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 13:11
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I saw it, Motrax. :-p Posts: 999 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 17:20
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Stupid Why is it dumb? I ask this good question Will somebody not answer it? Why, God? -------------------- Professor Frost gives me ideas. Professor Frost has many an eye. Professor Frost always foils my plans. Posts: 549 | Registered: Thursday, October 17 2002 07:00 |
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BANNED
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 18:05
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Running through the streets Rubber stuck to the asphalt Golden rays beating ...is a haiku. Running through the streets Being chased by a large mob For licking Spaniards ...is not. -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 18:11
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The sun beating down The sunburn on my red neck Ah, this is summer The white spark'ling flakes Makes me glad summer's over The heat is gone, yay! [ Wednesday, November 12, 2003 18:13: Message edited by: Zxquez Zahndii ] -------------------- Professor Frost gives me ideas. Professor Frost has many an eye. Professor Frost always foils my plans. Posts: 549 | Registered: Thursday, October 17 2002 07:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Wednesday, November 12 2003 19:04
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The summer's waning, the fall's just gaining, In my mind it's warm, in the window it's raining, In the window it's raining, yet I see a scene, I see a painting, I see the weather gleam. I drive down the highway, wind chilling my hands, Wind burning my face, 'cross my face a grin spans. The music of the morn, the notes pleasantly roll, They gracefully roll, 'cross the crevices of my soul. I'm in no mood 'tall, no mood to digress, No position to scorn, no reason for hate to express, There not a thing in the world, the whole damn world, The whole damn world that'll halt the grandeur unfurled. Now I'm just babbling, it's eleven o'clock, Eleven o'clock, so please don't mock! I'm just doing my job, this essay is sad, Writing random poetry, it makes me glad. Bum da dum dum bum da dum dum, bum da dum bum bum da bum dum yum bum bum dum bum. Mmmm bummmm bummmm, yaaa daaaa daaa dum dum daaa dum dum, brum dum dum bum duuuuum! Byum da dum dum dum! -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, November 13 2003 06:53
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Hey ho and a jug of ale, To heal my wounds and sluggy brain! Fire may fall and death may come, But there still be many miles to fight! Sweet is the sound of a falling corpse, And the blood that dripps from wounds so big! But better than death or dripping blood, Is a jug of ale inside this boy! (Drinking song that i decided not to post at "Holding the tavern front".) -------------------- MDNZZZ ZMMMBIS WBLOONZ 33111-CRUSADER-4849 Posts: 662 | Registered: Friday, September 13 2002 07:00 |
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One Thousand Slimy Things
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written Thursday, November 13 2003 10:43
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TGM, how about some more angsty Goth-poetry? It is always a pleasure to read. -------------------- KhothMk2: You don't get 72 virgin camels though Posts: 995 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Thursday, November 13 2003 11:23
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Not sure if I understand the concept..  -------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |
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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
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written Thursday, November 13 2003 13:08
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If you don't like it, blame Maddox : love, hate, pain, death, what is the point? the nihilistic angel with the acrid rose anguish, misery, despair Actually, if you do like it, let me know so I can come slap you. It's a joke. Now for something a little more serious: (I forgot, it's on my other computer. Hold on.) -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. Incaseofemergency,breakglass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Sunday, November 16 2003 08:25
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I love magic, it's so swell, Hijack topic's my favorite spell! I'll cast it now, so be forewarned, This is Motrax writing... screw it. Not in the mood for poetry. I changed my screen name for anyone who cares. It's now SirDAconia. Good day Sirs -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, November 17 2003 01:09
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Aww. Having a bad day, Moxie? Sorry to hear it. -------------------- I believe there are 15 747 724 136 275 002 577 105 653 961 181 555 468 044 717 914 527 116 709 366 231 425 076 185 631 031 296 protons in the universe, and the same number of electrons. -- Sir Arthur Eddington Posts: 9973 | Registered: Saturday, March 30 2002 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Monday, November 17 2003 09:10
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Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. -------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |