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Post by JesusLooksLikeMe on Oct 1, 2004 9:40:58 GMT -5
Yup, you've got October to write something All Hallows Eve related, whether it's one line long or 1000 lines long. Whether it's like Dryden or Corgan, Keats or Blink 182. Or nothing at all like anything. There's no prize, so just get it done.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 2, 2004 10:44:58 GMT -5
Damn Jesus that was my entry, now I’ve had to C&P. oh the labor.  Landfill
It’s a soulless solace
Were trapped in the heart
You with scuffed toed shoes
And I with rendered darkness
Palpable
Work with me
We wind our way
Lost eternally
Life’s a wet paper bag
And our fists failures
Desires unmet
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 5, 2004 13:37:14 GMT -5
You are a scraggly cat.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 6, 2004 10:06:33 GMT -5
Better that than a farting squirrel |
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 6, 2004 13:16:09 GMT -5
Haha -- agreed.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 6, 2004 21:25:19 GMT -5
Hey stop yapping & start proseing. I’m not going with a default
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Post by rockkid on Nov 4, 2004 13:35:05 GMT -5
Shitty Shitty turn out people.  |
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 4, 2004 13:43:20 GMT -5
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Post by samplestiltskin on Nov 9, 2004 9:20:36 GMT -5
Whoops.
I promise next time I write a poem I'll write it for Halloween. Halloween is every day of the year anyway! Happy Halloween, people!
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Post by rockkid on Nov 10, 2004 12:40:21 GMT -5
Now there’s the spirits  BOO |
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 17, 2004 20:24:41 GMT -5
@coffee garden
sliding sinuously,
the beat crept up on us.
the drummer kept a brush beaten
rhythm softly with a grimace,
the lead guitar appeared
like vapor, electric & lamenting.
the stand up bassist
kept the low end moaning
with his bow.
together the trio wept.
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Post by rockkid on Nov 18, 2004 10:41:14 GMT -5
Hmmmmmmm I like it. I can cyber feel the smoke filled air already.
Let the band begin.
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 18, 2004 17:45:42 GMT -5
thanx. if you couldn't already tell - I wrote that at a local coffee house here, while the trio of musicians did their thang.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 24, 2005 11:07:38 GMT -5
Holding samps to last years promise  |
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Post by Mary on Oct 25, 2005 1:31:20 GMT -5
i actually wrote a poem recently but it has absolutely nothing to do with halloween, and i'm afraid it might even qualify as bad adolescent angst poetry. except i'm not an adolescent, making it all the more unacceptable.
in any case, i'm sorry, but one poem per 2 years is waaaaaaaay over my quota already. my profoundly unpoetic and uncreative brain can't possibly write another poem already.
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BOO
