Post by eridlor on Jun 20, 2008 8:27:54 GMT -5
Personally, I don't think it's up to much :s xD
Well, here it is... five poems. I may post more later.
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Qualities of A Teacher[/u]
Clouds and fog layer air
Now we must walk
Upon the road
The darkened path untrod
The lantern blazes with warmth and care
We’re safe from the wheeling hawks
Of homework’s load
And lashing rod
A nimble hare
Jumping over rocks
Reaping education sowed
By teacher’s work and supportive nod
The teacher’s ware
Is the vessel of knowledge docked
The grass that’s us tended and mowed
The board to perfection sawed
The ball now rolling into lair
Of examination, ready to lock
With us, armed with education’s code
Strong as flame from dragon maw.
((OOC: Do I mean that? Er. Depends on if you're a teacher or not ))
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Blue Lightning[/u]
Slashing, stabbing,
Lancing, thrusting,
Lightning pierces through the veil
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
Booming, bashing,
Crashing, banging,
Thunder rumbles through the air
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
Lightning lancing,
Thunder roaring,
Through the veil
Of dark clouds
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
((OOC: Yes, this was written in the middle of a thunderstorm.))
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Boots on the Ground[/u]
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
Left, right, up, down!
March, tramp, up that ramp!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
March up the hill, follow the drill!
Men salute, in ceremony shoot!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
Fear no mound, however high or round!
Let us
Pound this ground, and enemy hound!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
((OOC: My latest poem, written 2 weeks ago. First one in an age. Obviously militaristic. Don't ask about the 'up' and 'down' in Line 3. xD))
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Falcon[/u]
Falcon, falcon, in the sky,
Soaring high,
It is a dominant bird.
Gliding above,
Catching a dove,
It rules a wide domain.
Born from an egg,
Under the leg,
Of its mother strong.
‘Tis hard to believe,
That this weak chick could leave,
Its peaceful nest to become a fierce bird of prey.
((OOC: My first poem... written almost two years ago. Sometimes I write 3 poems a day... but for a year now, I've pretty much lost my poetic streak. Until Boots on the Ground.))
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The Realm of the Skies[/u]
The eagle and falcon winging above,
Emperors of the Skies.
The warrior hawk, screeching and swooping,
Catching hapless prey.
The ominous vulture, telling of death,
Scavenger searcher of up high.
Dove and sparrow, bringers of peace,
Flitting ever so gracefully.
Crow and raven, soothsayers,
Cawing and croaking out their warnings.
Such is the Realm of the Skies.
((OOC: Many of my poems don't involve rhyming.))
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Comments and constructive criticism would be appreciated. i.e. Anything but flames, thanks. Other than that,
Well, here it is... five poems. I may post more later.
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Qualities of A Teacher[/u]
Clouds and fog layer air
Now we must walk
Upon the road
The darkened path untrod
The lantern blazes with warmth and care
We’re safe from the wheeling hawks
Of homework’s load
And lashing rod
A nimble hare
Jumping over rocks
Reaping education sowed
By teacher’s work and supportive nod
The teacher’s ware
Is the vessel of knowledge docked
The grass that’s us tended and mowed
The board to perfection sawed
The ball now rolling into lair
Of examination, ready to lock
With us, armed with education’s code
Strong as flame from dragon maw.
((OOC: Do I mean that? Er. Depends on if you're a teacher or not ))
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Blue Lightning[/u]
Slashing, stabbing,
Lancing, thrusting,
Lightning pierces through the veil
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
Booming, bashing,
Crashing, banging,
Thunder rumbles through the air
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
Lightning lancing,
Thunder roaring,
Through the veil
Of dark clouds
Blue lightning! Blue lightning! Blue streaks of lightning!
((OOC: Yes, this was written in the middle of a thunderstorm.))
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Boots on the Ground[/u]
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
Left, right, up, down!
March, tramp, up that ramp!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
March up the hill, follow the drill!
Men salute, in ceremony shoot!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
Fear no mound, however high or round!
Let us
Pound this ground, and enemy hound!
Boots on the ground!
Boots on the ground!
((OOC: My latest poem, written 2 weeks ago. First one in an age. Obviously militaristic. Don't ask about the 'up' and 'down' in Line 3. xD))
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Falcon[/u]
Falcon, falcon, in the sky,
Soaring high,
It is a dominant bird.
Gliding above,
Catching a dove,
It rules a wide domain.
Born from an egg,
Under the leg,
Of its mother strong.
‘Tis hard to believe,
That this weak chick could leave,
Its peaceful nest to become a fierce bird of prey.
((OOC: My first poem... written almost two years ago. Sometimes I write 3 poems a day... but for a year now, I've pretty much lost my poetic streak. Until Boots on the Ground.))
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The Realm of the Skies[/u]
The eagle and falcon winging above,
Emperors of the Skies.
The warrior hawk, screeching and swooping,
Catching hapless prey.
The ominous vulture, telling of death,
Scavenger searcher of up high.
Dove and sparrow, bringers of peace,
Flitting ever so gracefully.
Crow and raven, soothsayers,
Cawing and croaking out their warnings.
Such is the Realm of the Skies.
((OOC: Many of my poems don't involve rhyming.))
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Comments and constructive criticism would be appreciated. i.e. Anything but flames, thanks. Other than that,