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Post by Barb on Jul 23, 2004 21:09:04 GMT -5
Wecome back, little friend I feared our "war" was at an end You were gone so very long I thought I'd done some terrible wrong. But now you have returned, I see And you've shown your quality! You solved the puzzle there is no question Now let's get back to the competition! No wrong did you do, I assure you this Family functions, I really couldn't miss By the end of the days, I was tired and sleepy My poetry would have turned out much more creepy. A riddle of my own, I throw to the floor In our fun and all-out war A person, like Spike, who didn't stay dead Was brought back, like he was, for some to dread. Brought back alive, and ensouled, like he But also with the heartbeat and breath for she Was brought to wreak havoc on the one that she made One who still must keep himself in the shade. The human she was began to come back, Then the sired of her sired was brought to attack Her soul again gone, and massacre she did Sleep with her "offspring", his soul she would rid In failure she left, and their coupling did make A child of a prophecy, though later found fake. Their baby had a soul, and it made her feel sad That she wouldn't love it when give birth she had. To save it from herself, she took up a stake And finally gave her life for the child in her wake.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 24, 2004 13:50:19 GMT -5
No wrong did you do, I assure you this Family functions, I really couldn't miss By the end of the days, I was tired and sleepy My poetry would have turned out much more creepy. A riddle of my own, I throw to the floor In our fun and all-out war A person, like Spike, who didn't stay dead Was brought back, like he was, for some to dread. Brought back alive, and ensouled, like he But also with the heartbeat and breath for she Was brought to wreak havoc on the one that she made One who still must keep himself in the shade. The human she was began to come back, Then the sired of her sired was brought to attack Her soul again gone, and massacre she did Sleep with her "offspring", his soul she would rid In failure she left, and their coupling did make A child of a prophecy, though later found fake. Their baby had a soul, and it made her feel sad That she wouldn't love it when give birth she had. To save it from herself, she took up a stake And finally gave her life for the child in her wake. Your puzzle lies open for all to see And I solved it easily. Pale haired vampire was she Who birthed young warrior, he.
Now apologies are offered here, anon to Alfred, Lord Tennyson for the butchery here and gone In my offering here, begun. Angel, of Whedon’s CamelotOn either side the TV lie Long days of drivel, you could die, Commercials about beer that’s dry; And thro' it three shows stand on high _____Whedon’s triple Camelot; And up and down the dial we go, Gazing at reality shows For each series has ended you know, _____Whedon’s triple Camelot. Firefly passed and we did quiver, Buffy next, and then we did shiver For we knew their loss forever Now like an island in a river _____Last of Whedon’s Camelot. Angel stood and Angel glowered, Brooding in his ivory tower, Network Suits his fate did lower _____Last of Whedon’s Camelot. Loss of time slot thinly-veil'd While the ratings behind him trail'd By slower shows that were unhail'd Still the quality beyond them sail'd _____Angel, Whedon’s Camelot But did any raise their hand? To save us all from TV bland? A cry is heard throughout the land, _____To save Whedon’s Camelot. Only fans, screaming early Cried, “save Angel,” loud and clearly, But the network answered cheerly “We’ll give you 'The Swan,' dearie.” _____Instead of Whedon’s Camelot: And on the internet fans wept, teary, Petitioning to the empty air-y, Listening, whispered "'T’is not fair-y _____To lose Whedon’s Camelot." Though they fought by night and day Through the Web to make him stay. The Suits took Angel far away, Curse be on them for the way _____They murdered Wedon’s Camelot. Oh blind fool Suits that cannot see, That TV of high quaity, Is good for all like you and me, _____Alas, lost Whedon’s Camelot.
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Post by Barb on Jul 25, 2004 2:37:14 GMT -5
Your puzzle lies open for all to see And I solved it easily. Pale haired vampire was she Who birthed young warrior, he.
Now apologies are offered here, anon to Alfred, Lord Tennyson for the butchery here and gone In my offering here, begun. Angel, of Whedon’s CamelotOn either side the TV lie Long days of drivel, you could die, Commercials about beer that’s dry; And thro' it three shows stand on high _____Whedon’s triple Camelot; And up and down the dial we go, Gazing at reality shows For each series has ended you know, _____Whedon’s triple Camelot. Firefly passed and we did quiver, Buffy next, and then we did shiver For we knew their loss forever Now like an island in a river _____Last of Whedon’s Camelot. Angel stood and Angel glowered, Brooding in his ivory tower, Network Suits his fate did lower _____Last of Whedon’s Camelot. Loss of time slot thinly-veil'd While the ratings behind him trail'd By slower shows that were unhail'd Still the quality beyond them sail'd _____Angel, Whedon’s Camelot But did any raise their hand? To save us all from TV bland? A cry is heard throughout the land, _____To save Whedon’s Camelot. Only fans, screaming early Cried, “save Angel,” loud and clearly, But the network answered cheerly “We’ll give you 'The Swan,' dearie.” _____Instead of Whedon’s Camelot: And on the internet fans wept, teary, Petitioning to the empty air-y, Listening, whispered "'T’is not fair-y _____To lose Whedon’s Camelot." Though they fought by night and day Through the Web to make him stay. The Suits took Angel far away, Curse be on them for the way _____They murdered Wedon’s Camelot. Oh blind fool Suits that cannot see, That TV of high quaity, Is good for all like you and me, _____Alas, lost Whedon’s Camelot. Your verse is so awesome, a poem so great Mr. Lord Tennyson won't mind at this date.
Now it is my turn to turn up the rhyme Here are some melancholy verses this time.Two lovely lasses of a similar tale Both were innocent once before Until they were changed beyond the pale And what they were, lost forever more. One of these ladies was innocent and pure She had many visions, both awful and good Until she was taken by he who would make her Into what he was and vulnerable to wood. Before she was changed, he’d kill all her gain Her family, her sanity, which cut like a knife. She fled from his torture, his joy at her pain He killed her, her soul gone, began her unlife. He continued her torture until she would purr She killed and fed and made her own knight. Then he that made her gained a soul, unlike her But then, he she made, got one much later one night. The other girl lives still, though some may debate A young gifted girl, with a brother so kind That though she’d sometimes be bratly of late He would still look for her, time out of mind. She went to a school for those gifted like she He went to Med school, as he’d promised his dad. He knew from her letters things others didn’t see And gave up everything to go find her, it’s sad. He found she’d been altered, her brain from within Everything around her she couldn’t help but feel The government wanted her back from her kin They don’t take kindly to those that would steal. Both of these ladies were changed for the worse Drusilla and River won’t ever be the same Now is the end of this somber verse Beware of government and vampires, by name!
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 26, 2004 4:24:55 GMT -5
Your verse is so awesome, a poem so great Mr. Lord Tennyson won't mind at this date.
Now it is my turn to turn up the rhyme Here are some melancholy verses this time.Two lovely lasses of a similar tale Both were innocent once before Until they were changed beyond the pale And what they were, lost forever more. One of these ladies was innocent and pure She had many visions, both awful and good Until she was taken by he who would make her Into what he was and vulnerable to wood. Before she was changed, he’d kill all her gain Her family, her sanity, which cut like a knife. She fled from his torture, his joy at her pain He killed her, her soul gone, began her unlife. He continued her torture until she would purr She killed and fed and made her own knight. Then he that made her gained a soul, unlike her But then, he she made, got one much later one night. The other girl lives still, though some may debate A young gifted girl, with a brother so kind That though she’d sometimes be bratly of late He would still look for her, time out of mind. She went to a school for those gifted like she He went to Med school, as he’d promised his dad. He knew from her letters things others didn’t see And gave up everything to go find her, it’s sad. He found she’d been altered, her brain from within Everything around her she couldn’t help but feel The government wanted her back from her kin They don’t take kindly to those that would steal. Both of these ladies were changed for the worse Drusilla and River won’t ever be the same Now is the end of this somber verse Beware of government and vampires, by name! Though on my table the CD's sit I've had such work that I can't quit to watch with attention due to it Firefly's action, story and spirit. I've tried all my patience true to watch Firefly all the way through Since it means so much to you And to the other S'cubies too. Perhaps it's all the faces fine That I know well, contour and line They don't look like friends of mine Instead for other shows I pine When I look, it's not Mal I see Noble captain of Serenity But evil Caleb leers at me How can I cheer for he? Can I trust Pretty Zoe's face Not to enslave the human race Soaring through uncharted space I see Jasmine in Zoe's place Then there is the man named Jayne Hard to deal when that's my name To me, as Adam, he gained fame And the face is just the same. So on my table CD's still sit While I seek time in my schedule to fit time to watch with attention due to it Firefly's action, story and spirit.
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Post by Barb on Jul 27, 2004 1:25:45 GMT -5
Though on my table the CD's sit I've had such work that I can't quit to watch with attention due to it Firefly's action, story and spirit. I've tried all my patience true to watch Firefly all the way through Since it means so much to you And to the other S'cubies too. Perhaps it's all the faces fine That I know well, contour and line They don't look like friends of mine Instead for other shows I pine When I look, it's not Mal I see Noble captain of Serenity But evil Caleb leers at me How can I cheer for he? Can I trust Pretty Zoe's face Not to enslave the human race Soaring through uncharted space I see Jasmine in Zoe's place Then there is the man named Jayne Hard to deal when that's my name To me, as Adam, he gained fame And the face is just the same. So on my table CD's still sit While I seek time in my schedule to fit time to watch with attention due to it Firefly's action, story and spirit. I can understand that you May have reservations on some who Appeared on other shows and were bad But many on the shows that you've seen also had... Before I ever watched Buffy before I saw our Miss Sarah in a role like a whore Her "Cruel Intentions" could have turned me away But hey, it's a role she wanted to play Allyson also appeared in a flick that's a hoot This one time at band camp, where she stuck her flute So different from Willow, but with the same look Yet both of those ladies can babble like a brook. Don't worry of Mal, Caleb doesn't live there He doesn't hate all women, and is usually fair. Jasmine has fled from behind Zoe's eyes She no longer snares anyone, nor tries A man with your name is a strange thing indeed Not much I can do but try to plant the seed Maybe watch one or two episodes when you can Try to see past the former roles of each woman and man
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 27, 2004 7:13:05 GMT -5
I can understand that you May have reservations on some who Appeared on other shows and were bad But many on the shows that you've seen also had... Before I ever watched Buffy before I saw our Miss Sarah in a role like a whore Her "Cruel Intentions" could have turned me away But hey, it's a role she wanted to play Allyson also appeared in a flick that's a hoot This one time at band camp, where she stuck her flute So different from Willow, but with the same look Yet both of those ladies can babble like a brook. Don't worry of Mal, Caleb doesn't live there He doesn't hate all women, and is usually fair. Jasmine has fled from behind Zoe's eyes She no longer snares anyone, nor tries A man with your name is a strange thing indeed Not much I can do but try to plant the seed Maybe watch one or two episodes when you can Try to see past the former roles of each woman and man Dearest friend who tries to please I will take your advice so sage And to set my mind at ease I'll try to turn Serentity's page My prejudices are unfair it's true Knowing Whedon's history just Since I am an actor too In his wisdom I should trust To treat me well is his tale's target And never leave me with a doubt He'll give me characters I'll ne'er forget And sooner or later, tear my heart out Alas, Diane is doomed forsooth As she again learns Whedon's truth I warned you that at sonnet's Puck-eth In the writing I do suck-eth!
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 27, 2004 8:11:22 GMT -5
These poems do shine. They are too good for me. I only write about A cat or dog or tree.
And so I stick to Seuss! And I play fast and loose!
I read! But what can I say to the poet? I read! And I smile but Poets will know it If I try fancy rhyme And I find that I blow it!
So know all is good With your poems like honey Reading them is Lots of fun that is funny!
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Post by Nickim on Jul 27, 2004 16:04:15 GMT -5
I really wish that I could join in this game, but you're just too good.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 27, 2004 16:11:57 GMT -5
I really wish that I could join in this game, but you're just too good. Nicki you have done Reverse Haiku that is strange Blank verse is so nice
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 27, 2004 16:23:35 GMT -5
These poems do shine. They are too good for me. I only write about A cat or dog or tree. And so I stick to Seuss! And I play fast and loose! I read! But what can I say to the poet? I read! And I smile but Poets will know it If I try fancy rhyme And I find that I blow it! So know all is good With your poems like honey Reading them is Lots of fun that is funny! Dearest friend please do not fret that complex poems you do not yet get When Dr Seuss is your forte' Why, you wrote a poem today! Simple rhymes will sometimes fool us and contain the truths most truest! If they do not seem sophis' Still they have a humorous twis'! Dr Seuss made a good living And his rhymes with wit were brimming If he is your model source Honey, you could do much worse! Loose and fast play your rhyme We are here for a good time And I close with no malice Since it gets easier with practice!
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Post by Barb on Jul 29, 2004 6:41:30 GMT -5
Dearest friend who tries to please I will take your advice so sage And to set my mind at ease I'll try to turn Serentity's page My prejudices are unfair it's true Knowing Whedon's history just Since I am an actor too In his wisdom I should trust To treat me well is his tale's target And never leave me with a doubt He'll give me characters I'll ne'er forget And sooner or later, tear my heart out Alas, Diane is doomed forsooth As she again learns Whedon's truth I warned you that at sonnet's Puck-eth In the writing I do suck-eth!Sonnets can be difficult I know it Iambic pentameter demanding You managed well and so didn't blow it A fabulous, graceful, perfect landing. Yes, Whedon will try to rake out our hearts But this series never really had the chance Only 15 42 minute parts Leaving us scratching our heads in askance {{Diane}}
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Post by Barb on Jul 29, 2004 6:49:37 GMT -5
These poems do shine. They are too good for me. I only write about A cat or dog or tree. And so I stick to Seuss! And I play fast and loose! I read! But what can I say to the poet? I read! And I smile but Poets will know it If I try fancy rhyme And I find that I blow it! So know all is good With your poems like honey Reading them is Lots of fun that is funny! There are no hard and fast rules in this game If that is the way you can rhyme, its not lame My poems aren't fancy, they're just simple rhyme Come join the game, have yourself a good time!
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Post by Barb on Jul 29, 2004 6:53:51 GMT -5
I really wish that I could join in this game, but you're just too good. You are good too, practice helps a lot Perfection is not required a jot.
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Post by LondonsBadAss on Jul 29, 2004 15:50:06 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]So the war has begun, tho I seem a bit late. Don't hold back, I'm good just you wait![/glow]
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jul 29, 2004 19:27:33 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]So the war has begun, tho I seem a bit late. Don't hold back, I'm good just you wait![/glow] So here again a gauntlet is thrown My goodness I hope you can hold your own Though it isn't required that you be good To play rhyming war in this neighborhood! Welcome aboard our poetry train I find that it's good exercise for the brain I'm glad that your here new blood is fine Jump in anyplace and dazzle us with your rhyme
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