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    The Legend of the Rock

    We found ourselves some enemies
    To justify our hate.
    They lived within each one of us.
    Their deaths would make us great.

    Unfortunately they became
    Our neighbors one bright day
    And we attacked them as we ought.
    They all have gone away.

    They left because they had to hide:
    Our weapons were too strong.
    We chased them till they reached the rock
    And then we did them wrong.

    The legend told us what we did,
    Why on the rock they died:
    They got to show us how our hate
    Unfortunately lied.

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    The Girl Who Loved the Man From Far Away

    It was on a day like today
    with gray skies
    and the wind blowing in from the sea,
    that she would sing her sweetly sad laments
    of legends from long days of yore,
    with eyes full of mystery and remorse
    she told the story of the man she loved,
    though he had died long before she was born.

    He lived and died on war torn fields,
    among the blood and bodies,
    shattered bones, strewn limbs,
    slept to the sound of battle cries,
    mighty his sword danced
    to cleave his enemies in two.

    She was breathless as
    she told this story,
    imagining the man she was destined for
    though fate dictated never should they meet,
    in all the glory and splendor
    of his heroic strength.

    She became silent for a moment
    which felt like eternity
    gazing into the vast faraway,
    as if searching for a glimpse of him.

    Then her eyes swelled with tears
    for she knew what came next
    and she could only manage a whisper
    of his death when at last even all his greatness
    was not enough, and the gods
    no longer watched over him,
    he faltered, and fell
    until the blood on the ground was his own.

    A scarf caught in the wind drifting by
    caught my eye, it was the sort of thing
    she would wear, now only but a memory,
    she will always be a legend in her own right,
    the girl who carried to her grave, an impossible love.

    But perhaps
    in the end she had found him
    after all, and he died
    only waiting for her to arrive.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Painting the Cherry Tree

    The artist works.

    His brush dips
    The pale pinks and blues
    Soft as babies' clothing,
    Then drifts
    Lazily
    Like a horse's dragging tail
    To its waiting canvas.

    The hand hesitates,
    Not nervous
    But simply musing
    Before its brush kisses the paper
    With the tenderness
    Of the gentle mother
    Who strokes the fragile head
    Of her sleeping babe.

    The piece
    Is begun.
    If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.

    -Stephen Hawking

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    Exclamation

    I must say I truly enjoyed all of these entries. But one stands out

    DarkMuse, I think you must live with legends to write so powerfully about them. Well done, and you're up!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Congratulations DarkMuse.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Quote Originally Posted by Pendragon View Post
    I must say I truly enjoyed all of these entries. But one stands out

    DarkMuse, I think you must live with legends to write so powerfully about them. Well done, and you're up!
    Thank you very much.

    I will have the new subject up soon, just have to think of a good one.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Ok your next subject is Fear

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    What Is It?

    What Is It?

    What is it that comes in the dead of the night,
    When everything is calm and still;
    And lingers close, yet out of sight,
    And sends through your body a shivering chill?

    What is it that comes when youíre out all alone
    And find you must pass the lonely churchyard;
    And you think that you glimpse it, but lo! Itís gone!
    Your heart skips a beat and your breath comes hard?

    What is it that comes when the moon is full,
    And the shadows outside are long and lean;
    And you think that you see it, but your senses are dulled,
    And you want to, but find that you cannot, scream?

    What is it that comes in the gathering gloom,
    And with icy fingers claws at your heart;
    Then each tiny sound voices coming doom.
    Each tiny movement gives you a start?

    What is it that moans in the gnarled trees,
    With eyes like two lanterns in the darkness aglow;
    And suddenly you find you have wobbly knees
    As each mournful note seems to bring you more woe?

    What is it that causes you to shake and to shiver,
    At each tiny rustle of unfamiliar sound;
    That seems to rise in the mist from the river,
    The gloom of the forest, the shadows on the ground?

    What is it?
    FEAR!

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    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    fear of here
    from now on
    is gear
    to rear and weir
    to get it steered
    faster then tears
    towards the near
    ether and mere
    Last edited by cacian; 02-18-2013 at 05:37 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Fear

    The markets tank. The asteroids fall.
    The virus spreads to kiss us all
    And love us wildly though we try
    To kill it. Yes, we all must die.
    In the end it's death we fear
    Assuming it is always near
    Though mostly it stays far away
    Surprising us some sunny day
    Or drizzly morn when sick in bed.
    We thought we'd wake up, but we're dead.
    Depressing, yes, that's how life goes.
    The optimist, though, thinks he knows.
    He lets his serotonin start
    To giggle up a failing heart
    And turn the lights on in his brain
    Although outside there's only rain
    The kind that makes one cold and wet
    But doesn't let the mind forget
    That death will be here sharp at eight.
    And death is what we truly hate
    Since it requires dying to
    Be done. There's nothing left to do
    And when it's done, they say that's it.
    How would they know? They've never quit
    This life before until right now
    When angels laugh as we go, "Wow!"

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    Dealine Feb. 15

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    This one is due.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Thank you all

    cacian: I rather enjoyed your inventive use of language and the play on words with your use of rhyme. It was a clever poem.

    YesNo: I loved the way in which the opening of the poem played upon much of the paranoia that exists in the world today, and all of the fears that people seem to have these days. I also really enjoyed the truth in this one, ultimately it is the fear of death (the one great unavoidable) that drives so many of four other fears. A very reflective and spot on poem that speaks to our current culture.

    And the winner is......

    Pendragon: I really enjoyed this one. The use of questions in poetry I find can at times be hard to pull off but I thought you did a splendid job with it here. It had a great flow, and I loved the atmosphere of the poem. It read almost like a dark nursery rhyme. It was both macabre and playful.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Thanks, Dark Muse

    Subject: Imagination
    Cit off date: March 17.
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Imagination

    When you haven't a clue, pretend.
    That's what all the children do.
    They play and soon the truth shines through
    To help them with their early years,
    Too young to waste their time on fears
    Since guided by a friend.

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