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Nov 9 2006, 02:29 PM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
Been listening to Jonathan Coulton's incredibily wonderful and insane songs he's been doing for his Thing a Week podcasts, as well as Mike Spiff Booth's incredibily insane and wonderful WoW videos to same. It's incredible what people come up with when they ABSOLUTELY have to.
Wanna help me do the same? How this works: - Post something for me to write a poem about (Within Forum limits). First post guarrentees a poem (although I may pick other people if this thing ever gets interesting) - inspirational stuff may also get a bonus entry. - If you're feeling evil, post a poem type or other restraint. - See what I come up with. - See how long I last before I break and go crazy. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Since I currently need to go to the library to get online, I may not be on everyday. If so, I catch up on the poems when I DO get on. Presuming anyone cares. ^-^ (I obviously need more sleep, or fewer stoner customers.) This post has been edited by NigaiAmaiYume: Nov 9 2006, 03:58 PM |
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Nov 10 2006, 09:21 PM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 124 Joined: 8-May 06 From: London, England Member No.: 23,247 |
Hmm, sounds like a very good idea! Also seems a lot clearer now than on MSN when I seriously failed to grasp this concept, I was slightly.... happy. And hey, don't talk bad about the stoners, we're okay until we get paranoid.... Anyways.... I think I may take part in this small project of yours.
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Nov 14 2006, 06:05 PM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
Well, no one put up any topics. And I missed 5 days.
Well, here's what I've come up with, using some random themes. Random themes decided by: - Picking a Forum. - Using Random.org to generate a topic (First page from number of pages, the 1 to 25 for specific topic). - Picked that topic, then used the cnet.com add at the top of the page to pick a theme to write about. Could have been a word in the description, or a feeling from the image. Meh. RhymeZone used to help with creating rhyming poems faster. Day 1: Forum: Tutorials Topic: http://www.trap17.com/forums/backing-up-re...ses-t24201.html Ad: BrightStor Theme: Bright, stars. Poetry Type: Sonnet QUOTE The night is liquid velvet, cold, A glorious canvass for depressing dreams. But the stars appear and are too bold, Ripping my black spirit apart at the seams. Why do you mock me, unfeeling stars? Why can you not leave the undead in peace? Why do you insist upon showing my scars? Why can my pain find no release? I looked forward for a night of dim, harsh pleasures, But instead you remind me of tenderness and love. Gone now are my cruel, evil treasures, Lost in the life I try never to think of. So much for the glory of a starless night, I suppose I shall have to pretend at delight. Day 2 Forum: Banner Exchange Topic: http://www.trap17.com/forums/looking-affiliate-t36033.html Ad: Rustic Steel Padlock & Keys Theme: Hidden Secrets Poetry Type: Acrostic QUOTE H ow much do you realize, I ‘m watching you so intently. D o you recognize the flirting? D id I make myself too obvious? E ven though my friends say I should approach you, N ow a secret crush seems best. Day 3 Forum: Music Lyrics Topic: http://www.trap17.com/forums/rammstein-t5031.html Ad: ESP LTD RZK-600 Richard Z Signature Model Electric Guitar Theme: Music, Guitar Poetry Type: Cinquain QUOTE Power, Electric energy Tearing through flesh, Releasing my frenzied joy, The climax of a guitar solo. (Inspired by Meatloaf's "Bad for Good" on his Bat Out of Hell III cd, featuring Brian May.) Day 4 Forum: SEO Topic: http://www.trap17.com/forums/meta-keywords...arch-t3141.html Ad: Apple 60GB iPod Theme: Apple, fruit, temptation Poetry Type: Limmerick QUOTE The serpent came and said to Eve, “This apple is what you are seeking, I believe,” The apple looked ripe, But despite all the hype, Left the poor child only more naïve. Day 5 Forum: Command and Conquer Topic: http://www.trap17.com/forums/zero-hour-good-not-t1119.html Ad: Stuhrling Original San Marco Men's Automatic Watch Theme: Automatic, Robotic, Styx's Mr. Roboto Poetry Type: Free Verse QUOTE I’ve managed to find a suitable replacement for flesh, Keeping others from getting too close. My insides are wire and metal, What did they use to construct my soul? I can hear the ticking of the clockwork that propels me forwards, Is it so really different from the ticking of a heart? I have to keep others so far away, So no one can discover my escape. I know the humans would fear me; Like the animals of the past, I’m more afraid of them. How long can I live like this, How long can I convince myself I’m alive? And the most horrible irony My creators forced upon me Is to make the fluid that greases my machinery Flow and look like blood. (Why is SO much of poetry depressing? o_O) Well, there you have it. Five quickly written poems on random topics. Anyone else have any ideas? I'll keep up the ad-inspired stuff until you do!!! |
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Nov 15 2006, 07:15 PM
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Super Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 323 Joined: 4-June 06 Member No.: 24,722 |
Thanks for your help Nigia, so ill post you a theme for your poem of the day
My choice of theme is .... gang culture (since you wanted something challenging |
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Nov 15 2006, 07:32 PM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
Well, I DID ask for it... Ok, here's my poem on Bkag's theme of "gang culture".
Punk vs Vet You always go on About how you fought for your country Went across the world To fight people you had never even seen. Why do you resent me For taking the war to my neighbourhood Fighting the people That have chosen to see me. You go on About the friendships you made The bond of blood in the trenches With people you had hardly known. Why keep on my back That I'm willing to die for my friends People I've shared more than blood with We chose to live as brothers! You continue to be proud Of killing and dying when you were told What did you ever give up When you were so mindless? I'll continue to ignore you When you diss me and my gang. We fight for ourselves. Why are our wars less important than yours? |
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Nov 16 2006, 06:28 AM
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Super Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 323 Joined: 4-June 06 Member No.: 24,722 |
That is D^mn good, you really have some skill, and some quick thinking, 15 minuter
It is very imaginative how you did that, because that is the exact attitude a gang member would have toweds a vet. |
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Nov 17 2006, 11:22 PM
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EVIL CORN! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 623 Joined: 7-May 06 From: USA Member No.: 23,230 ![]() |
Wow, you seem to be on a roll lol. What about a poem on sports? I don't care what type it is or if it's against sports or whatever, just one either about sports in general or reflecting your views on sports. Think you can do it?
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Nov 17 2006, 11:40 PM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
Hum, sports.... Such a broad topic is actually harder than a narrow one, because you're faced with so many ideas, it's hard to pick just one...
I'll guess I'll try a new poem type,Etheree (in the first list) to restrain me a little more. The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Born, Too plain, Without grace, Without any style, Alone among crowds. But then I found myself, The glory of speed, power, Revealing myself in splendor, All shall bow before my perfection, Matured as an idol among the gods. ..... O....K.... That got abstract. o_O I GUESS it's still about sports, kinda... *laughs* Edit: Oh, I missed a day, too! Silly Nigai... I asked Albus Dumbledore for a topic, and he requested something about "death and darkness". He also mentioned at theme, but I don't want to bias this poem, since I think it is open to several interpretations. Since he wouldn't pick a poem type, I decided to do one of my favorites, Sestina. Since I didn't have access to the actual FORUMLA for Sestinas, however, it's not perfect. I might re-write it to actually reflect the traditional form. Anyway, here's the current result: The Mighty Ponders It was supposed to be so magical A world of innocent wonders It held around us the trappings of whimsy Can you condemn us for accepting its promises? What was offered had thus only been dreams It seemed a fine escape from reality. And it grew harsher every day we were forced back to reality Having lived in the fey, we too were now magical What could it offer when we had seen such wonders? It meagre pleasures seemed such meaningless whimsy But never believe what the mirror promises You will stare forever blinded by your dreams. And there is only one curse greater than being gifted your dreams And that is seeing your dreams as your only reality How can the normal ever again be magical? What is done everyday quickly ceases to create wonders You become deprived of your previous sources of whimsy And must seek out new and more grandiose promises. Then comes the curse of believing those promises Transforming yourself as the object of dreams Believing, perhaps, you can remake reality Reclaim in your conquest the long ago magical Satisfy all that comes to you and wonders Exercise away the childish, frivolous whimsy. Yet, in the end, you come to mourn for lost whimsy For no thing can ever answer all promises By being the dream-maker, you again lose your own dreams As well as the line that had defined mundane reality Did we remember that curses were also magical? Did we know horrors are also forms of wonders? And at the end of that path, one stops and wonders At the uselessness of teachings, the wisdom of whimsy Having seen all, we are left with only promises You can take nothing forward more solid than your dreams Where will we chart the new definition of reality? I curse the day I outgrew the sun being magical. And even the most magical of charms cannot remake wonders It seemed such whimsy, but how strong where the promises? Hide in Lethe dreams, until they become reality. And to garner interest, PM me with your interpretation of the poem! Best ones get 5 or more credits and are listed here! ^-^ This post has been edited by NigaiAmaiYume: Nov 18 2006, 10:36 PM |