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alright, alright. spelling duly noted and adjusted. my attempt at speed came back to get me. Haste makes waste, not waist. my speed should be appreciated in certain aspects... the passion and credulity noted and accepted...

wascally wabbit, you!

This is almost like Instant Messaging. I hope that you, Depth Perception, catch my post to you on another link. It is getting late here in Florida so I should retire for the evening, although it is now 1:00 AM.

One of my favorites:

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

--Joni Mitchell

Oh that is good, short and powerful. Thats how I like my poems. Thanks Dande.

I mentioned the children's poems. Check this one,

Free Writing

The voice of the whispering wind
The sunshine jumps behind a cloud
The sunshine warming my back
The sun gleaming through the
Window of my room as I paint
Looking out of my window,watching
The first falling leaf of Autumn
Watching the leaf falling lazily
And swiftly with the wind
Getting back to the painting
Painting swiftly with small strokes
Against the white canvas

by Jennifer Low, 5th grade

I got the book from half price books of course. The name of the book, beleive it or not is Foghorn '96.

I won't make a habit of this, I hope. I'm off today due to rain. Dandelion and whoever, whats your opinion of this one?

A Spring Burst

The Daffodils in the spring
Now have drops of rain on their petals
Magnifying secret veins of sunshine
Scents of sweet yellow fill the breezy air
Seeds are all around floating on the gray cloud wind
Like tiny spaceships
Lost, trying to land.

Good or bad? Either way, it's my muse.
Which struck just now.

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Hey, Bot, good for you!
For what it's worth, my favourite poets are Gerard Manley Hopkins, Dylan Thomas, Poe, and Eliot, maybe a few others if I think about it.
Check this out:
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/hopkins/piedbeauty.html

Hey Braling,

Thanks alot for that. Its good, will have to look for some at the bookstore. Liked the english accent too for added color. Lately I have really been trying to learn more about poetry. Something I've really been remiss in not doing before now. I have a compilation that has something in the beginning of it that Frost wrote regarding a poem's immortality, that struck me.

"It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it. That is to say, permanence in poetry, as in love, is perceived instantly. It hasn't to await the test of time. The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it."

I agree with him, and not only about poetry but about stories as well, and I most admiredly feel the same about Ray Bradbury.

Ah, Frost. Forgot about him. Another great one. I got to sing some of his pieces set to music by Randall Thompson.

i am but an amature poet and do not feel worthy or inclined to post any terrible verses and render myself so poorly spoken.
anyhoo, i like poems that rhyme and are terse. emily dickens and ogden nash.
here's one of ogden's:

"The Ant"
by Ogden Nash

"The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?"

Nash is loads of fun. So is Edward Lear:

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, “It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!”

I only know the one about Johnny Bowbinni. Both of those are good though. Chapter, I'm having carp withdrawals, where are ya?

Lurking about. Roaming Walton’s mountain and elsewhere for cast members for the movie, thinking of an artist for the book and wondering if there really is a masked man somewhere named II ginlarB. Off I go…

scary, I was just over there, I know exactly what you mean. I was completely in the dark over there though. Must have been a power surge.

Chap, "II gnilarB" (not II ginlarB - note the misspelling) is what I can read on the glass of my office door as I sit here listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desk top...

If dandelion can clone actors--by the way, is that an umbrella salesman I see coming over the hill?