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Post by CountQuagmire on Jun 26, 2003 13:54:36 GMT -5
Here's an Olaf poem, based on an old Welsh poem I was made to read in school. My Name is Olaf. My looks are so perfect. They attract more ladies then I care to think about. I know where you live. I have been a researcher of reptiles. I have been a part time life ender. I have been handsome (and still am!). I have been gramerlly corrected. I have more plains then you can think.
I have been a receptionist, which was lonely. I fell into a pit of beautifullness and it has payed off. I have been the greatest gym teacher ever. On a field and around a glowing circle. I have been a seller of fantastic goods, Leaping into the lions den, And I kept my studder, please.
I have been a crime stopper, hunting for answers. I have been a healer, trapping them with a balloon. I have been a voulnteer, mocking their deeds. I have the greatest wit and stacks of charm, dashed with good looks and a wicked smile. My name is Olaf, I am right behind you.
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Post by pixie ears on Jul 6, 2003 9:49:07 GMT -5
Dear Count Quagmire,
I like that poem! I've never seen that type before. Do you write poetry often? What other types of poems do you like? I love Haikus. And Diamontes. Please write back soon.
With All Due Respect, Kitrina D. Dessvon
"The World Is Quiet Here"
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Post by pixie ears on Jul 6, 2003 9:51:03 GMT -5
Dear Count Quagmire,
What is that type of poem called? ;D
With All Due Respect, Kitrina D. Dessvon
"The World Is Quiet Here"
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Post by Shaffuru! on Jul 6, 2003 10:31:39 GMT -5
That's an awesome poem, CQ! The first section/paragraph/thingy was especially funny. ;D The "gramerlly corrected" thingy was hilarious! ;D
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Post by CountQuagmire on Jul 7, 2003 14:19:28 GMT -5
Actually, that's my own poor spelling! ;D It's based on an old Welsh poem called "Taselisen". I'm working on a Lemony version now.
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Post by CountQuagmire on Jul 9, 2003 13:22:25 GMT -5
Actually, it's based on an old, Welsh tale. Here's another- My Name is something I'd rather keep secret. My life was perfect. Till I was surrounded in a sea of red. I know that my number are dropping by the day. I have been a doer of noble deeds. I have been the man behind the bushes. I have been wrongly accused. I have watched lifes go up in smoke. I have seen a sign made of monkeys.
I have been lonely... and still am. I fell into a pit of despair and it never seemes to end. I have been taken by a moon of grey. On a cold, kitchen floor, dragged by my ankles. I have drifted out of all knowledge, Leaping into her arms, And the scars still stay.
I have kept my back turned, I have seen the deeds of a group back fired. I have multiple accordions, Of which blue is my third favourite. My Name is Snicket, I am weeping for her.
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Post by Shaffuru! on Jul 9, 2003 13:26:05 GMT -5
Heehee. ;D I like that one. You're really talented.
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Post by CountQuagmire on Jul 14, 2003 13:46:37 GMT -5
Danke schon! ;D (Thank You!)
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Post by MambaduMal on Jul 15, 2003 9:55:21 GMT -5
Aww... it made me sad, poor Mr. Snicket! Keep the poems coming!
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Post by CountQuagmire on Jul 15, 2003 13:22:35 GMT -5
Here's one on The Villiage of Fowl Devotes.
That's Where the Crows Fly See that town- across the by? That's where the crows fly. From North to South and back again, In a circle that'll never end.
The Town's rules are mighty high, Almost as high as the crows fly. A scraggy tree is where they sleep. Into a garden, deep.
See that town- across the by? That's where the crows fly.
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Post by Very Freaky Dancers on Oct 26, 2003 19:13:37 GMT -5
im not a poet but here goes-
We are V.F.D. "The World is Quiet Here." Hide the Sugar Bowl!
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Post by Very Freaky Dancers on Oct 26, 2003 19:20:09 GMT -5
I have one eyebrow I am part of V.F.D. Give me your fortune!
my name is Esme I'm very "not out", but "in". The Snicket File!
I don't have no hands I am Olaf's right hand man. Ha I made a joke!
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Post by Brian on Oct 26, 2003 22:00:53 GMT -5
im not a poet but here goes- We are V.F.D. "The World is Quiet Here." Hide the Sugar Bowl! D'oh! Hate to point this out, but the second line has only 6 syllables. Let me try: Weep for Beatrice Beatrice was once my love Until the schism
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Post by Very Freaky Dancers on Oct 28, 2003 16:14:04 GMT -5
The Wor-ld is qui-et here 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
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Post by Fancy on Oct 28, 2003 17:02:29 GMT -5
Those are really good poems. I especially like the V.F.D. Crows one.
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