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bisous

Summer's heat prods

poetic license

the structure of Renga

may limit the nonsense

*post the rules again too, Ross...if you please*

reboot

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I've spent a while wrestling,

those bloody hormones to the ground,

tying them, twisting them, to submission,

but they always know when I've found

something that starts to make them race

and fly through my insides

I stuffed them deep and kicked them down....

but they squeezed out of the sides......

LittleToe

Reboot:Sounds like toothpaste

Biscuits, et al:
The Renga is to be found here:
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/27/76524/1.ashx

reboot

Reboot:Sounds like toothpaste

Oooh, internet charades......

dolphman

True Begginings

From depths of cold depravity,

And sometimes hidden light

Comes a wind that blows so suddenly

As a warning to those who might

Hope to find its resting place

In the souls for which it fights

And wish away its beautiful sadness

Into a world long since said its goodnight

It's the power within the Everyman

The power that asks the question

"Do I fear because I am afraid?"

Or do I fear, because with this fear

I can silence those sounds that scare me

And wake up from those dreams that show me

That path that has always truly layed before me

Although I do not know my way through it's darkness

It matters not

For out of this world without place and without ending

can come the only

True Begginings

SixofNine

Be still my heart says I

My BIG heart, in the manner of Tom Hanks

says "m'ok" (with a shrug)

and so I am dead

StinkyPantz

Nice job everyone..

LittleToe

Your own work, guys?
I liked both!

Reboot:
Now THERE's a game with old JW connotations....
Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

LittleToe

And So it Ends.

My life began a clouded mass,
Wherein no joy was seen.
It lingered on a Summer breeze,
But nothing waited there.

The leaves began to go their way,
Whispering and brown,
Until the Autumn fell to snow
A silent carpet glowed.

And in that glow of sheer delight
A robin had afront
To make a home amid my eaves,
Before they crumbled to the ground.

Big Tex

I had a teacher once who told me that poetry is the most emotional form of writing there is. I've always envied and admired people who can express themselves so well in such an emotional medium.

Good job.

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