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Post by Mizagium on Apr 29, 2010 18:45:25 GMT -5
I LOVE FROST
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 29, 2010 18:46:44 GMT -5
Yeah, he's cool
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Post by Razgat on Apr 29, 2010 18:51:15 GMT -5
Love is like this poem it sucks Usually, I can write them, but the idea I have won't fit with the style of the poem, so I'm switching it over to Frost. Only now, I can't think of an idea for my love poem that will emulate A River Merchant's Wife. |
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 29, 2010 18:55:41 GMT -5
hmm
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Post by Razgat on Apr 29, 2010 19:00:03 GMT -5
I'll think of something eventually.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 29, 2010 19:09:12 GMT -5
Eventually
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Post by Razgat on Apr 29, 2010 19:22:30 GMT -5
Hopefully before Monday.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 30, 2010 17:21:15 GMT -5
You're doomed
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Post by Razgat on May 1, 2010 13:10:06 GMT -5
I HAVE AN IDEA! Not for the love poem yet....I'll think of something, but I got a story for Robert Frost. Sunday will be fun.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on May 1, 2010 13:54:31 GMT -5
DUN DUN DUN?
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Post by Razgat on May 1, 2010 21:24:28 GMT -5
I FINALLY GOT ONE FOR THE LOVE POEM!!!!!
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on May 3, 2010 14:18:55 GMT -5
WHAT'S THAT!?!?!!?
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Post by Razgat on May 3, 2010 21:21:16 GMT -5
I have it written but I don't have time to post it. You guys can read it tomorrow if you want.
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Post by Razgat on May 4, 2010 14:04:25 GMT -5
Ok, my project is done, but I have one last poem to post. This is my Robert Frost blank verse poem. It might need some explination, but it's what I think would happen if three women ruled the world.
Three Women
The world had changed from what we knew it as.
Three women had taken over, and they
Had split it into three equal kingdoms.
All was going well until recently.
Greed and suspicion had planted itself
Into the women. Every two was now
Aware of the other but careful not to
Show it. However, once one realized
That two thought the same, she saw a chance for
Total control and decided to act.
One night the three decided to meet for
A dinner party celebrating their success
At guiding the world towards peace. No wars had
Broken out between their kingdoms, and
No rebellions had threatened their rule.
Everything had gone according to plan.
The three women now sat together, all
Talking of their kingdoms. Veda, the first,
Sat off to the side with her long white hair
Barely covering the markings on her
Body. She fiddled with a puzzle as
She watched the other two, not saying a
Word. Millicent, the second, was looking
Into the bird cage, holding one tightly
In her hand. Her silk dress flowed over her
Muscles smoothly. Astraea, the third one,
Stood by the window looking over the
Order of things. All three women were tense
Until Veda moved to speak, and she said
“Millicent, Astraea, please excuse me,
But is this not a party? Is it not
A celebration of peace and beauty?
Relax, sit down, and I shall send for drink.”
Veda turned to leave the two as they moved
Toward the cushions. Each felt entirely
Excitable and uneasy but sat.
Veda moved passed the curtain gracefully
With a brilliant smile on her face.
She quickly went in the kitchen and said
“Bring me three drinks, quickly now, and put them
All in three different golden chalices.
Hurry now, and away with you at once.”
The servant quickly rushed off as Veda
Stood smiling to herself and snickered.
“Those fools, they think they have outsmarted me,
But I see through them, and I know their plan.
Just a drop to each cup and I will win.”
When the servant returned with the three drinks
Veda sent him away and turned to them.
She then pulled out an ominous vile
Filled with enough poison to kill the world.
She dripped a drop into two of the cups
And turned back to meet up with the women.
When she returned she announced that she had
Sent for drinks in three golden chalices.
They were satisfied, but Millicent stood
“I will take my leave for the moment, but
I will return. I have something to do.”
She left the others and went down the hall
To the kitchen where the three drinks stood still.
“Those idiots, they think they can beat me?
Well, I’ve caught their game, and I smell their act.
Their idiocy will be their demise!”
She took from her dress a little vile
Filled with enough poison to kill a beast.
She dripped a drop into two of the cups
And turned to return to the two women.
Once she had returned, she saw Astraea
Stand up and announce to the other two
“I have received word of some urgent news,
That I must immediately address.”
She rushed out of the room and down the hall
To the kitchen where the three cups stood still.
“Criminals, thieves, do they not understand?
Sharing the world will never end well, no
All hell will break loose. But I will fix it.
I will undo this deed that we have done
And rule with an iron hand on my own!
May your cruel hands shrivel in the darkest,
Deepest pit of the evil you came from.”
And from her pocket she took a vile
Filled with poison that would kill all evil.
She dripped a drop into two of the cups
And returned to the others in the room.
Once there they all sat together and spoke
Of their kingdoms and prosperity and
Called for a toast and sent for the three drinks.
They each took their corresponding glasses
And held them high with pride and full order.
All three of them together, each of them
Spoke as one, as all, and as the whole world.
“Let this toast be one of peace and end all
Cruelty, suffering, and the worst greed!”
The three took a toast and drank for world peace.
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Post by Mizagium on May 4, 2010 14:46:28 GMT -5
k
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on May 4, 2010 15:06:46 GMT -5
So the best kind of love is between 3 women?
Hawt
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Post by Mizagium on May 4, 2010 15:25:04 GMT -5
thats not what the poem was about.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on May 5, 2010 17:35:49 GMT -5
ARE YOU SAYING THAT I CAN'T READ POETRY!?!
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Post by Mizagium on May 5, 2010 17:48:10 GMT -5
yes
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on May 5, 2010 18:08:19 GMT -5
K
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