To morning,

It is a nice poem. Keep up the good work Night!

This one needs a little explaining I think my sister said earlier tonight That I ( me night that is) dont believe in a world without choclate and I thought oh that is a nice line it should be a poem or a song and I havent come up with a good one so I was wondering if other people would like to take a shot at a poem somehow connected to the line a world without chocolate.
but to be fair here i my measly effort
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To me,
the epitome,
of a tragedy,
would be
A world without
chocolate.

A world without laughter
Mad fits of giggles
Spinning round in circles
Kicking up my heels.

Which is why I believe in chocolate.

Chocolate is
A miracle
Not to be ridiculed
It brings joy
On tastes fine wings

I do not believe in suicide
I do not believe gain
On the back of someone’s pain
But most of all
I don’t believe in a world without Chocolate

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:D

A world without chocolate :eek2:!!! What a nightmare that would be. I shiver at the thought.......

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

Chocolate is
A miracle
Not to be ridiculed
It brings joy
On tastes fine wings

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I agree with that 100% :nod:

A world without chocolate
what a world that would be
with millions of cocoa beans
living and free

Not roasted then ground
into powdery mush
but hanging quite daintily
on a lively green bush

the babes they would cry
and the women would moan
the men would rejoice
for reclaiming their throne

longtime relationships would no longer shatter
as women stared
and then queried
"Honey, is my *** getting fatter?"

"Why, no dear, its not
now that chocolate is gone.
Its seems 'twas the culprit
of corpulent all along."

And throughout the land
in every hamlet and hood
Red Twizzlers would rise
as the next greatest food

Well I must say thats a good twist on it :D
a bit shocking to find someone who wants to do away with chocolate but still
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Originally Posted by ChuckBukowski

A world without chocolate
what a world that would be
with millions of cocoa beans
living and free

Not roasted then ground
into powdery mush
but hanging quite daintily
on a lively green bush

the babes they would cry
and the women would moan
the men would rejoice
for reclaiming their throne

longtime relationships would no longer shatter
as women stared
and then queried
"Honey, is my *** getting fatter?"

"Why, no dear, its not
now that chocolate is gone.
Its seems 'twas the culprit
of corpulent all along."

And throughout the land
in every hamlet and hood
Red Twizzlers would rise
as the next greatest food

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I love this! Well done!

hi there,
My family have chocolate's business I'm sure they will be happy by reading this poem. :ladysman: I think they should pay you for this advertisement " :thumbs_up just kidding ".This is honestly a splendid poem .
thank u 4 it

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Originally Posted by Samercury

A world without chocolate !!! What a nightmare that would be. I shiver at the thought.......

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

To me,
the epitome,
of a tragedy,
would be
A world without
chocolate.

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I totally agree with you both...and I really like the poem.... :D

I was wondering about the punctuation on this can someone have a look at it for me? thanks
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What’s the point in holding fast,
To the anger of the past?
Is there a point in holding tight,
Fighting life with all your might?
There's no point in crying Halt;
"Stop right now I will revolt!"

Death comes to all and this is true
But not the end of my tale for you.
And so please don't start to cry my dear,
Don’t you dare shed that tear.

Cause wherever you go I'll be there
in the wind that stirs your hair,
In the water at your feet
The oceans waves, my heart's beat.

So think and tell of me, my dear
Spread the word to all who will hear.
When we cant be seen anywhere
We are round you in the air.
Those you love would never leave,
A little hope you must believe.

I always think poetry is very personal and the punctuation depends upon the individual or the mood. A big fan of e e cummings I can skip it altogether but I did look your lovely poem over and here’s what I think you may want to change.

First verse:

Second and fourth lines should end with a question mark – past? might?

Last line maybe an exclamation mark or a period – revolt!”

Second verse:

Death come should be - Death comes


Third verse: (my favorite, btw) :)

Cause wherever you go Ill be there – Ill should be - I’ll

Last verse:

Third line cant should be – can’t

Hope this helps.

Thabnks me and punctuation don't mix much :D:D

You're very welcome, Night. It's a sorrowful and yet sweet poem. I think you can get a title out of the last two lines or some of the others perhaps.

Well it wants to be called Grass harp or have you heard the grass harps?
At the moment Im arguing with it.

Nice poem...

thanks avalive
:D

Another "word experiment"
Im not sure about the second to last line being balanced what do you think??
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Where the tear of the unicorn falls
There rises a golden mist
Guiding us, it leads on
Hinting at utter bliss.

“Tread softly” says the voice
As ethereal maidens dance
Let us not stray from the path
Lest we be homeward bound.

At the crossroads we must part
He goes on and fades away
And I- I turn back
To face another day.

Hey Night, this is good but I think that in:

Where the tear of the unicorn falls
There rises a golden mist
Guiding us, it leads on
Hinting at utter bliss.

You are loosing the balance and there is no rhythm. But I love the last one:

At the crossroads we must part
He goes on and fades away
And I- I turn back
To face another day.

Ahh there wasnt meant to be a rhym except at the end to round it off. Thanks anyhow. Why is the balance off do you think?

I think that "mist" and "bliss" do not seem to rhyme together much but overall it is pretty good.

noted thanks :D

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Originally Posted by Pensive

I think that "mist" and "bliss" do not seem to rhyme together much but overall it is pretty good.

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Why would you think that?

Oh, now, my opinion about "bliss" and "mist" does not matter because Night said that it was not meant to be a rhyme.

Got annoyed at how long its been so I was messing. And trying to train my speech recognition program.

Im probably going to call it something like The freedom of nonexsistance or something along those lines, any ideas??

Also is sheep's a word? my super spell checker isnt liking it.
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We were born of sheep's dreams,
we were born of grass.
Neither of us is quite there
we are nought but dreams and gas.

So it hardly matters that I've killed you,
Chopped you up for stew and pie.
Because you my dear don't exist
Nor in point of fact do I.

Cackle! Hiss! Bubble and boil!
Umdiddle dee and umdiddle DIE!

We are characters in someone's brain
though I am not quite certain who.
But all that matters is-
It doesn't matter what I do!

Kill or steal, rob or lie,
if I don't exist can I die?

Tell yourself that you are real,
you will find that you are not
For we are all but fairy tales
From that green sheep that dreams a lot.

Nightie i love it! its so nonsensical and surreal, cunning and clever! very witty!:thumbs_up This is going into the favourite poems by fellow litnetters for sure!
Wish i could write poems like that. Mine are all depressing....

Huh really ? I dont like it very much at the moment probably because I spent 2 hours fighting with my computer to get it accept it dicated.... and still didnt like most of my words.

So do you have a title idea? Im really quite stuck with this one.

i'm not sure.... What about An imaginary reality. Sounds a bit paradoxal.

Swimming through custard
Life what drag

Sticky sickly sweetness
Sucks me into its depths,
was that a fly that just whizzed by?

Cold gel fills my lungs
I cant breathe, tired now
Where has ambition gone?
Drive , hope, enthusiasm?

Instead I am mired in this pseudo
Reality trapped by my laziness
I’m warped and who is there to blame?

No one,
No one but myself.

Wow, Night! :thumbs_up :)

I write poems personifying the Night and you write a wonder personifiying the morning! They should have been back to back! :) ;) Well done poem!

Then Silence speaks and Dreams awken and so on! When did you become such a wonderful poet? Where have you been hiding your talent? You shine brightly! :thumbs_up

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

Like the sunset of a winters day
happy thoughts come and fade a way
And all that is, is cold and grey.

To escape from the drudgery, a hamsters wheel
To know this is not fate and set with seal
One must learn to see, to hear, to feel.

To find the answer to my riddle retreat within ones self
and in the attic of your mind, take that box off of the shelf
and look down and see that which is a childs wealth.

Take out the thoughts, the dreams, the childs love
shake them well , wipe off the dust
Then sit within the hovel of your mind
Try to understand just what you have lost

And when you see it all so clear,
Prehaps you'll shed a little tear?
Hold this feeling close and dear.

Take down the box put its contents on display
Then live your life as you would have a child play
In honesty and truth finding pleasure in each day
Let hope and trust together light your way.

And stand for all the world to see
Take pride in who and what you be
And Say:"Look this is me!"

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This is beautifully and rhythmically presented and I am deeply moved.

i really love 'being'. i reread it a few times, and got something new with each read. i am constantly harping back to childhood as the greatest source of inspiration and as a centering and anchoring thing that some of us just don't think about enough. ah the innocence and the bliss and the simplicity of childhood.

thanks for this poem!

:banana: :banana: :banana: I like your poem, because it is simple,If we think for a bit ,we feel those things in the morning:D :nod: :nod:

..:) wow well thank you everyone praise is always welcome..:D

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

When did you become such a wonderful poet? Where have you been hiding your talent? You shine brightly! :thumbs_up

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Thanks pen, but really these have been here since like forever. 2005 Anyway. I just keep addig/ putting up my stuff here becuase I figure a) if its on the internet I cant mysteriously accidently lose it and b) autoatic copyright ... not that I need to copyright it as its nevre getting published but yeah. :D

Its been far too long, but Ive had the first stanza stuck in my mind since dember, the rest is bad, but I thought if I started I might suddenly open up the dams so to speak.
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It rains here, mate!
Nigh on 500 days a year
Swear its true.

The sky is leaden grey
But beautiful in a strange
Mancunnian way.
Gay!

Blue? Here?
In the sky?
Tell a lie!
Dems’ Magic buses


You don't get no Blues in Manchester
except the fans of course
cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
what mores you want?

:thumbs_up! i love the rhythmn nightie!

So it worked :banana: and such is the result...
Ok so not aimed at anyone, a facebook status was what triggered it. Just so people know.
DO you thing the bit about sell yer troubles sounds like i am buying or selling troubles?

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Get Lost

Pack up your sad face and
walk away from me
I don’t need it anymore.

Was I ever heard to say
Store your troubles here with me ?
Did you ever hear me hawk
Buy yer troubles here one and all?
So go away,
Just walk away
Leave.
Go on

I’ve played this game before
You are gonna leave one day
so walk your troubles out the door
Today.

I’ve my own tangle to unweave
My own self to deceive
Troubles bottled on the wall
Propped against the open door
And yet you bring me more.

I've been reading your poems and they are all so good. I love your rhyme, and another thing is that you started with To morning a great optimistic fresh poem and you give us the emotional scale from happy and fresh to sad and upset. I had to read them a few times to grasp them, they are so simple and thoughtful... very good work!!

Manchester blues is especially pleasing to the Mod unit known as Aimus Sage. It is imperative that the aforementioned Mod unit compliment the other Mod Unit known as Nightshade on her accomplishment.

I'm a thief
I'm a thief
I am a rotting cheating thief.

But when I see this on your site
you're a rotten thiever too.
You're a shoe
you're a gnat
You're a a
Plagiarising BOOO

Beep and dash and Hyphen too

Is there a story behind this that you're not telling us?

Yeah it feels like you have some sort of beef with someone...