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Array ( [sid] => 166782 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => word doc [time] => 2011-07-15 14:57:32 [hometext] => Each is responsible for his own actions. ~H. L. Hunt [bodytext] => fractal spiderwebs
jagged-edged banter

with a shoe box
full of lost

can you catch
the words

I write until
my fingers numb

I'm right until
I am not myself

untill my ink-stained
blood pen

is read as a sad
storytale...not

I am a tale
(tail, *cheeky-grin)
told tall. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 112 [topic] => 73 [informant] => ming [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

word doc

Contributed by ming on Friday, 15th July 2011 @ 02:57:32 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

fractal spiderwebs
jagged-edged banter

with a shoe box
full of lost

can you catch
the words

I write until
my fingers numb

I'm right until
I am not myself

untill my ink-stained
blood pen

is read as a sad
storytale...not

I am a tale
(tail, *cheeky-grin)
told tall.

Copyright © ming ... [ 2011-07-15 14:57:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: word doc (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Friday, 15th July 2011 @ 03:31:34 PM AEST
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I can relate to the altered-ego taking over
we try so hard to reach others and too
often they don't even know
but all the effort put into it we feel, we know
because it wears us down
I felt this passage personally for I have
my own shoebox full of lost
this write was simply Ming! nice

-UNORTHODOX

Re: word doc (User Rating: 1 )
by FlintHunter on Monday, 12th September 2011 @ 07:19:06 AM AEST
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word doc

Contributed by ming on Friday, July 15 2011 @ 14:57:32 AEST
Topic: Abstract Poetry

Another Thing-Ming -- someThing special for all of us -- we (the royal one) come to expect shoeboxes full of Of -- and we get so much more. Sometimes, when I read a really good poem, I come upon a word -- and it seems as if that word RHYMES with another word that came before; I regard that phenomenon as a sign of great writing -- it yet baffles me -- the rhyme-trick. Alas, it happened in 'word doc' with the word 'myself.' I could have sworn it rhymed with some word above. But -- it didn't. Clearly, I was ming-ed yet again. Forsooth. We are amused.

--FlintHunter

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