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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:08 pm
Umm....
are you sure that you mean 500k?
Because if I had that much gold,
I'd just go and buy one :B
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 12:38 am
.LoVE_PaRAdE.] Umm....
are you sure that you mean 500k?
Because if I had that much gold,
I'd just go and buy one :B that's what i was thinking
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:35 pm
yeah 500k thats way to much
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:01 pm
hold up, do you mean 500k or 500g
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 6:37 am
i love poetry too. Naomi Shihab Nye published two of my poems in the TEXAS OBSERVER this year. that rocked. biggrin but 500k. hell dude, if poetry cost money i'd never get anywhere with it. eek
here's a freebie, a kind of surrealist break-up poem (i can't get the spacing and the indentations to work right at all on this forum, sorry):
Time, was it you
who pulled every last kiss from my mouth,
washed my face, dried it clean? Time, why aren’t
we still kissing?
It’s true; sometimes my brain is a chemical
smear, memory stirred with a stick of years, but still
I remember
our afternoons blowing about like files
from an exploded cabinet. While the class of nineteen-
something began
chaining themselves to their habits,
we swooped in circles round a stopped watch
drinking the sand
from our glasses. Was there anything we
couldn’t do, me and you? O Time, you’re hardly listening!
It’s as if you’re
in every country all at once, dillying
and dancing. We had such nights! Every moonlight
the perfect size,
a half-full wallet in my back pocket
ticking like a charm. We wandered arm in arm, link
to link, and sigh
to thigh. So when did I fall behind? Or
did you run? Today I’m the broker whose own wristwatch
chokes the blood
from my hand. Even the quarter-hours
are leaping at my legs, full of sturm and drang, demanding
that I tickle them.
Are these our offspring? Our unwound
passion? Well, this isn’t the fatherhood that I imagined.
Couldn’t we at least
have had children? I remember as a boy
I enjoyed reaching down to lift the heavy brass of an
afternoon, hold
it to these lips, lick the woody reed
and blow, and so within a breath gasp a music that
explodes —
O Time,
when are you coming home?
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:49 pm
i'd totally participate if it's only 500g.. but 500k? sorry... stare
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:02 am
*moved to contest subforum* I'd love to try, but I'm horrible at poetry! xP
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xXsoDaPopand_riTaLinXx Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:02 pm
yea if its 500g than ill do it too. BRING IT!!! eek
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