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Vtmleon2

Vtmleon2

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she is my muse



i cant refuse



to make her smile



i'd walk a mile



if she asked me to



favourite colour blue



which is what she wears



i am prepaired



to treat her quite fair



hug her anywhere



in front of my friends



i do not pretend



she is not special



she is a gem



keep her away from men



not like my 6 pens

12-Mar-2013 23:59:06

Cigam Mai

Cigam Mai

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A friend of mine just completed the L.A. Marathon. I wrote the following limerick to commemorate her accomplishment:

Tawnya’s Run
by Cigam_mai – March 17, 2013

By now, you are probably done.
Though grueling, I hope you had fun
Through the streets of L. A.
Tawnya carried the day
Congrats on your Marathon run!

17-Mar-2013 21:07:55 - Last edited on 17-Mar-2013 21:10:02 by Cigam Mai

Cigam Mai

Cigam Mai

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Brush Strokes

by Cigam_mai -- March 29, 2013

The canvas of my life, while large,
Still has its constraint.
Though stretched and bound, it’s oft filled with
Myriad hues of paint.

Anger often paints me red
I call down death above,
But just as fast, the red of hate
Becomes the red of love.


Sadness can color everything
In a heavy blue.

Left unchecked, it turns to black,
An even darker hue.


Fear can stipple yellow on;
Oft cowardice to feel.
But happy, sunny yellow’s hue
Bring waves of joy surreal.


Envy has me splashed in green;
A color I abhor.
Envy leads to jealously,
Which paints green all the more.


White, by itself, is newness,
and purity, as well.
Depending on your background,
It’s death white does foretell.


Life would stand on
black
and
white

To claim it guides the way.
Logic deals in
black
and
white

Life blends them into
gray
.

While color often sets the tone,
Colors run and fade.
Texture’s what our friends create;
And that’s where beauty’s made.

While color’s role is vital, it’s
Not such a key part.
More important, are my friends;
Their brushstrokes etch my heart.

30-Mar-2013 08:20:49

Rinion Zrene

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"When Love Fails" by Rinion Z'rene

The battle was won. They kissed in the light.
The lovers had vanquished the darkness’s blight.
Up above, lightning flashed.
Upon his love’s death, he trembled at the sight.
The gods struck her down with their mystic might.
His hopes of peace turned to ash.

The gods had torn apart she and he.
They destroyed what was meant to be.
Rage destroyed the boy’s kind spirit.
For love, to him, was the key,
To finding a life so peacefully.
He let out a cry of rage, for all to hear it.

Spirits raged in their final hour,
Falling to his unholy power.
He sat alone among their bones.
Above them all, his might did tower.
He left no corpses there not scoured.
For in this world, he was truly alone.

For, when love fails, after he mourns,
He smites the gods after his heart is torn.
The heavens above crumble.
For, when love fails, hatred is born.
Like a flower choked in a valley of thorns.
It causes the very Earth to rumble.

The gods all fall, one by one.
Hatred’s moon eclipses love’s Sun.
He laughs as blood of gods cleanses his soul.
He, through his pain, is darkness’s son.
Through him, himself, the battle is won.
But the wars of heavens have taken their toll.

Yaaaaaaaaaay.

11-Apr-2013 15:01:54

Cigam Mai

Cigam Mai

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Extinction

by Cigam_mai -- April 19, 2013

Dragons roamed in ancient times;
A senseless, random power.
None could predict their rampage;
Not day, and not the hour.

Wreathed in smoke and bathed in flame,
With a seething, senseless mind
A dragon wrecks destruction
Of extremely violent kind.

So it was... until the world,
On dragons placed a bounty.
Thus, it was, brave men arose
From village, town, and county.

Many died, in fervent haste
To rid the land of wyrms.
Spurred to heroic action
By the bounty’s generous terms.

At first, there was confusion
There were snakes, and crocs, and such...
But bounties paid on dragons,
Weren’t collected overmuch.

Dragons are known as loners
Thus, not easy to gestate
But men breed unrestricted;
Tend to over-populate.

In growing zeal to slay them,
Men stacked corpses up in piles
Few ever found a dragon,
So... fear for the crocodiles!

[I wrote this during the manhunt for those responsible for the Boston Marathon bombings. In many ways, the dragon metaphor turned out to be well suited to the unfolding story.]

20-Apr-2013 22:49:56

Cigam Mai

Cigam Mai

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Terah’s Finals

by Cigam_mai -- April 29, 2013

Oh, ignominies this week
Include more finals testing.
With perceived need for cramming,
There’s been no time for resting.

They really ought to measure
Teacher effectively.
Ironically, to do that
They’ll test recall skills by me.

Others students quake in fear,
But you see, I’m unafraid.
Whatever might transpire,
On a curve... I know they’ll grade.

29-Apr-2013 10:14:29

Old Gnomish
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''Brush Strokes'' was very creative, Cigam Mai. It's a great excuse to make use of the new colour option too. ;) Good luck with your exams.

Here's one I penned a while back:

On Evil

This, a museum of malevolent things;
A showcase of hatred, for humanity’s pleasure
Of things oft scorned, here extant for leisure,
Where all else absconds on heavenly wings;
This, the place of irreverent viewers,
And those who relish life’s unsightly face
And spit upon others’ righteous disgrace
And pin the virtuous on self-crafted skewers.

Observe, in case seven, Mister Vanity--
Insists the window’s glister doth ne’er fade
Fears, perhaps, his looks will one day cascade
And embellish him in acerbity;
Notice to your right the obtuse hunter’s gun
Metallic monster of unbridled disdain,
Badger’s nemesis, being naught more than game,
Resistance battered before battle’s begun.

Here reads a plaque, so frequently seen:
A veracious specimen of upper creed,
Withheld banker of deprecatory greed
Yet so few make attempts to reconvene!
We have seen the monuments that lie, uncouth
In this museum of malevolent things,
Not just a collection of our quislings
But an exhibition of unkindly truths.
Snow
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