*snip*
it is that you know what it is you think you know. Static
> > human
> > > beings, y'all cannot move beyond the 'answer', it is a thing to
horrible
Yet, for all this, Cook, you can't even manage to correctly spell the word
"too". You're a pathetic blowhard.
and that is man's greatest tragedy.
I have a feeling you're weathering plenty of tragedies on the real life
level.
Will
http://www.amber-kaye.com/forum/viewthread.php?action=attachment&tid=434&pid=643
You have a feeling, well, no shit.
Don’t let the moment pass by all means put it in a poem!
As to my "to" you want to compare prose now?
How bout another poetry shoot out?
Shove off Doc, you clueless nabob
You haven't a clue as to what I was even talking about,
Hey! You want to put me in my place, do ya?
Want to show me up, do it on an intellectual level
cause that’s the ONLY place its goin ta happen!
How do you like that bit O' spelling
you pompous ass.
Yep. I do. You look like a pretty tragic figure.
> Don’t let the moment pass by all means put it in a poem!
>
> As to my "to" you want to compare prose now?
Why not?
> How bout another poetry shoot out?
Sure, post a poem. I've posted three tonight, so I'm set.
> Shove off Doc, you clueless nabob
Nope, not going anywhere, Cook.
> You haven't a clue as to what I was even talking about,
That sentence should have ended with a period, not a comma.
> Hey! You want to put me in my place, do ya?
You're already there.
> Want to show me up, do it on an intellectual level
> cause that’s the ONLY place its goin ta happen!
It'll happen when and where I choose. You don't get to pick.
> How do you like that bit O' spelling
> you pompous ass.
Your ass is much more pompous than mine.
already done
>
> > How bout another poetry shoot out?
>
> Sure, post a poem. I've posted three tonight, so I'm set.
you have not posted a poem in as long as i have been reading aapc
and why did you xpost?
>
> > Shove off Doc, you clueless nabob
>
> Nope, not going anywhere, Cook.
you got that right
>
> > You haven't a clue as to what I was even talking about,
>
> That sentence should have ended with a period, not a comma.
and still don't
pick one: :'.,!`&
now it up your ass
>
> > Hey! You want to put me in my place, do ya?
>
> You're already there.
again true
>
> > Want to show me up, do it on an intellectual level
> > cause that’s the ONLY place its goin ta happen!
>
> It'll happen when and where I choose. You don't get to pick.
i have been waiting for two years!
>
> > How do you like that bit O' spelling
> > you pompous ass.
>
> Your ass is much more pompous than mine.
wow
You enter a world of dreams, roll from one side of a second hand couch to
the other. Can you see it Will, its a familiar landscape; the cool of an
early morning spring air has created a low hanging fog that blankets ground
around the family farm, it fills depressions in the land, leaving only the
high points visible above a misty shroud. Morning dew bends the grass, the
sun, peeking over the horizon, streaks the sky a rainbow of colors. Get up
Will, get up and walk the fields, see the confusion of the long untouched
land? Where once ordered rows of corn grew a patch work of wild flowers
now litters the landscape.
Look in the distance, see the mist steaming up from the creek, how lazily it
coils through the ancient oak sentinels of the stream, a hint of a breeze
to animate and it moves through the oaks forming it into fantastic shapes
that quickly dissipate only to reform again. The scene calls you Will it
draws you in to its drama, and mine.
Come on Will prow the sticky mist, look at that patch of tiger lilies see
the sleepy bee probing a flower?. See the sun her life’s renewing rays
tumble through the morning sky settling gently on your face, they purge what
remain of night, quietly they confirm life. It is a sunrise that has been
repeating itself to you every day since your birth but because of its casual
repetition, you rarely take notice. All around you Will, surrounded by
touches of scarlet, faint splashes of yellow, and brief
glimpses of crimson. Move toward the wood, follow the sound of moving
water, hear the flowers around you move in a breeze
that swells the haze. Only ten feet more to the tree line but the air is
getting thick.
Now is not the time for timidity cross the threshold Will and into the wood.
Enter a cathedral of natures building, towering tree trunks support a roof
of brilliant green leaves and fresh buds, the morning sunlight filtering
through the tops Of the oaks, takes on a tint of pale yellow, that turns to
gold as it snakes its way down to a forest floor carpeted with moss and last
years fallen leaves. Now Will, now move
across the pillowey floor, the crunching sound of your foot steps echo
through the stately silence, sending birds to flight, and unseen creatures
scurrying through the underbrush. Step as quietly as you can to that fallen
tree, brush aside the lizard and sit.
When you are dead will there be dreams? Will eternity haunt with matters of
the heart, will memory follow you beyond the grave.
Lean ye back Will, rest against the gnarled, misshapen trunk.
of a long dead Cypress
Will your friends and family be there? Souls floating through eternity.
You there spending eternity with the people you love, nothing to fear
nothing to regret nothing to lament. Just you and them drifting through
timeless space having centuries long conversations, dancing across the
milky-way on a star studded dance floors, playing hide and seek in the
galaxy's, never for want, never again to shed a tear.
mdc
"Michael Cook" <cook36...@ameritech.net> wrote in message
news:vqc9985...@news.supernews.com...
The piece you wrote starring me I thought was great, Cook.
> > > As to my "to" you want to compare prose now?
> >
> > Why not?
>
> already done
Good.
> > > How bout another poetry shoot out?
> >
> > Sure, post a poem. I've posted three tonight, so I'm set.
>
> you have not posted a poem in as long as i have been reading aapc
> and why did you xpost?
I posted three poems last night.
> > > Shove off Doc, you clueless nabob
> >
> > Nope, not going anywhere, Cook.
>
> you got that right
Yep.
> > > You haven't a clue as to what I was even talking about,
> >
> > That sentence should have ended with a period, not a comma.
>
> and still don't
> pick one: :'.,!`&
> now it up your ass
What?
> > > Hey! You want to put me in my place, do ya?
> >
> > You're already there.
>
> again true
Yep.
> > > Want to show me up, do it on an intellectual level
> > > cause that’s the ONLY place its goin ta happen!
> >
> > It'll happen when and where I choose. You don't get to pick.
>
> i have been waiting for two years!
That long?
> > > How do you like that bit O' spelling
> > > you pompous ass.
> >
> > Your ass is much more pompous than mine.
>
> wow
I know, I think that sometimes myself, reading you guys.
Will
Well, well, well. You have finally managed the anal retention of a
single lower-case "o," at last bettering the average rabbit.
Tighten up just a little bit, and you /should/ be able to retain
at least the larger chunks of rhyme and meter.
Prosody and content will probably just remain a shitblow for the
rest of your life, though.
>
> and that is man's greatest tragedy.
>
> I have a feeling you're weathering plenty of tragedies on the real life
> level.
> Will
>
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