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    Thank you, ampoule I grew up watching war movies and one thing about them is that they keep getting better, so they inspire you to outdo the last one, they do for me anyway.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    ok so it`s the 11th
    congratulations alakungfu.
    you wins

    what i used to be will pass away and then you`ll see that all i want to know is happiness for you and me...

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    Thank you, lucidnightmares. I have a subject that's always appealed to me. I hope it appeals to the rest of you. It's "mermaid on the rocks" interpreted any way you want. We'll set the deadline at May 10.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    [Okay, then, I'm going w. a new one]:

    Any Port in a Storm

    Said a salt left too long at sea
    when a dugong climbed up on his knee:
    “It might be the thick fog
    or those three pints of grog –
    But she looks like a mermaid to me!”

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    ^^^ Love that AuntShecky! Think I'll be a touch more dramatic!

    Dashed

    Lorelei, Nymph, Siren, Mermaid -
    all beguiling rockers of the sea.
    Scaled notes decanting those
    alluring urchins known
    as the femme fatale - she.

    But there is only one man
    that can cause a woman to
    fall from cliff to sea, bereft
    of rhyme and reason, it is
    the Poet known as - he.

    I must remember to remember
    it was not a twilight kiss that
    ebbed the ocean blue. It was
    the spill of a dark ink well that
    drowned the dame formerly
    known as - me.


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    I was enjoying an order of bagels & lox
    with some of the guys from down on the docks.
    Some were in sandals, some just in socks
    discussing Zeno’s Paradox
    when we caught sight of a maiden with long, flowing locks!

    “Wow!” said one of us, “Will you look at that fox!”
    She was beautiful enough to stop all our clocks,
    that mermaid sitting out on the rocks!

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    Charming poems, I must say. I can see that choosing will be a delightful chore, except that I'll have to leave some out. Drat.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    Goodbye

    Here I sit,
    Lost in the land of folklore
    And fastasy.

    I want to be beautiful
    I want to be you,
    But I can't, you see.

    From what they've read
    I should be different
    I should be you.

    My hair grey,
    My body round.
    They didn't used to.

    They come from afar
    To adore you
    And point out my decay.

    Here I sit on the rocks.
    Nothing to lose
    So I'll call it a day.

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    very lovely poem. I appreciate the contrast you've used.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    Bonding

    "I'll have a Mermaid on the Rocks," he said.
    Crossing the Bar, he was, before putting
    Out to sea. I laughed (men have died for that,
    But now my siren days are long ago).

    He was formal in dress I found quite odd;
    My slitted gills fluttered in discomfort.
    The tux was white, the car was whiter still:
    I felt sympathy for Lotus eaters.

    Somebody launched a torpedo at him;
    Irritated, I quenched it in a flash.
    "Did you see that?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling.
    "There's no such thing as a free launch," I said.

    I was outside the car of course; no way
    Would I have fit my nether parts into
    The shallow well beneath the narrow seats.
    I sensed he was amused, and I was too.

    "I'm headed next for cold and chilly climes,"
    He said, and added curiously, "How fast
    Can you go, charming maiden of the sea?"
    Old maiden I, but he had charm enough.

    I played him fast — we tied at sixty knots;
    The sea around us boiled and churned away.
    He lost the sleepy look as we sped on,
    Our competition made him quite a wake.

    I followed him along the Baltic coast.
    He asked, "Where do you live, where is your home?"
    He did not see my tears, and I dead-panned,
    "As you can see, I live among the Finns."

    Somewhere towards Archangel we made love;
    I have a weakness for a Navy man.
    But I regret to say I am part fish,
    And so he had no Mermaid on the Rocks.
    se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato

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    That poem is positively inspired autolycus. I'm a sucker for character development. Bravo! This contest is going to be quite a job to judge though.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    autolycus, you win this one. Congratulations.
    "It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."

    - Horace

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    alakungfu, I'm surprised and honoured; I think it's a weird and wonderful thing that somehow I've ended up with both the 'subject' and 'form' poetry competitions on my hands! thank you...

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    The subject for this next round is 'Cat Watching'. I've always found it interesting to watch cats or be watched by them...

    Deadline is 6 June 2009; 8 pm EST (GMT-4).

    Have fun!
    se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato

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    I'm putting this poem here because it... somewhat suits the chosen subject, I've written this one long ago I was so surprised to find it in my folders. Sorry if it leaves a bad taste at the end.
    _____________

    I wander wander everywhere.
    --Just say the word, I've been there!
    I do what I want, go where I want,
    my mind knows no can't

    I moved to a new house recently
    in fact, I thought I'll never be happy.
    I've been longing to my old place
    where I had everything at my pace.

    Yet, this... guy, was true and kind
    to the point that I didn't really mind
    spending the rest of my life by his side
    until a better place for me I find

    He shouts Don't do this and that
    well, I can't help it, I'm a curious cat.
    He frowns Oh man, stop jumping to my bed
    but at the end, I win him with a tilt of my head

    Never thought I'd like the sensation
    of being this creature's main attention.
    Rubbing my fur, playing with me using a linen ball...
    Hey, this kind of life is not half bad at all!

    It's been three months now... I didn't know
    that, to an ugly end, all this will go.
    To my old place... yea, I'm back again,
    with a 'Tom' tag still on my neck chain.

    I vowed not to get attached to another,
    as this parting was so heavy and bitter.
    He died, and I never knew of what matter,
    but this vow I keep... never another...
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    Cats 9, Humans 1

    Cats 9, Humans 1

    On a level playing field
    they're not hard to see:

    dozing behind a window screen
    or casing some dismal cul-de-sac;

    sharing an apartment with a single gal
    on lonely Saturday nights;

    hitching a ride on Halloween brooms
    or stalking smarter cartoon mice;

    filling space on old Egyptian walls
    or posted on poles declaring them lost.

    On occasion stuck up
    in a tree, like us;

    unlike us, always
    landing on their feet.

    In common, perhaps
    a mutual need, perhaps not.

    They live, we live -- in tandem,
    like parallels, never meeting.

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