Discussion in 'EU Community' started by Jedi_Allegra, Feb 27, 2008.
How be thee on this fine night
Not feeling too well and feeling really tired. Woke up this morning with my stomach bothering me. How art thou?
Rilen the whole point of the poetry was to it off the top of your head. I did all four in under six minutes
well now my allergies acting up suddenly makes more sense, I just got a strong whiff of someone smoking marijuana on my floor. I've been waking up at three in the morning spitting up mucus constantly and it's just the smell of it on my clothes can do that to me.
I art thou be good DG Hope you feel better
Thank you I think that I'm going to call it an early night though.
No, I don't believe you got the definition of poetry right. poem is simply a written piece of literature following a distinct flowing pattern of signature. Its not necessarily quickly composed and not necessarily short in length (see Homer's The Illiad or any other epic poem for an example).
Sent from my C5155 using Tapatalk 2
I know, but that's what we were doing this morning.
In 2003 I submitted two poems into poetry.com and one of the two was published that year
So I'm watching War Horse for the first time. the guy who took the horse was supposed to give him back after they did the surprise attack then sends word back the horse is dead when he's still alive. He just wants to keep the horse for himself.
At least I finally managed to write a new SW poem.
It's been a while.
Anyone wanna see?
That trick NEVER works....
EDIT: Sure Ril.
Morning all. I've got to work today, feeling blue.
Dark Blue or Colbalt blue?
Its 11 PM here. So I'm probably one of the few people still online.
Says you..its 3.33pm Saturday Afternoon! I'm about to head back to the Archery club to collect the teen boys from shooting and then head down to the Mall to collect the teen girl from work before coming home, dressing and heading off to a party over an hours drive from here......before you ask....yes..yes...I am nuts.
Navy, the colour of my uniform.
I thought I went to bed early!
I am also around, just haven't had much to say in this thread recently.
Navy? Yeah, that's not a particularly exciting and enthusiastic colour... All day work?
EDIT: What do we need to talk about to get you posting Zeta?
Okay, here we go then.
A sentinel stands ready
A man armoured in white
A silent solemn figure
On guard against the night.
(He's young, so young
And his world was poor
He'd never had
This much food before.)
The helmet is forbidding
A stern and mighty mask
It makes him one of many
All doing the same task.
(He's not paid much
Or so some would say
But those back home
Will not starve, today.)
For his Emperor's laws
Resolute and unflinching
Devoted to the cause.
(They told him things
A rallying cry
They taught him that
All Rebels must die.)
Together they are faceless
An endless stream of men
One falls? He's but a number
A place to fill again.
(He's young, so young
And he won't get old
For lies, he'll die
Doing what he's told.)
Wow, that's really deep, and very... poetic... It makes you think, and I really like that in a piece of literature. I dislike pieces of literature that don't make you think, and even less so ones that make you facepalm at how stupid or ignorant the author is.
I just found myself thinking about the stormies, about the people under those helmets. For example, the film stormtrooper who's checking to see if another stormy is alive, until Vader shows up.
Awake. Woke up at 6am.
You'd hate my writing.
I wouldn't mind it.
woke up at 7:30 and watching clone wars I thought Ahsoka was killed then turns out she was captured by Hondo.