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All short poems shall be posted here.

Found this neat poem on gwthons....

In The House of Holy Names
The warm comfort of belonging
The wind at your back
spirits you along
And if you ever face the wind
You are cradled in belonging


The streets are hard and
littered with the detritus
of the façade
Altars to mediocrity crowd the
shopping malls and plazas,
giving purpose to meaningless
work
Behold the sleeping giant
Upon this stage you present
Yourself
Reciting the familiar lines
to demonstrate your mastery
Something old is nothing new,
yet the audience applauds its
similarity
The fantasy of wealth and
comfort, ubiquitous throughout
humanity
is herein what is celebrated,
yet the homogeneity of fashion,
architecture, and form is all
that is ever perpetuated


In the recesses and in silence
Visions of myriad complexity,
swirling galaxies of activity
and the hum of electricity
Eyes bright with curiosity,
bristling with the thrill of
invention
Measuring days by discovery,
yet every day is lonely


You do not look for what is new
and different
You do not appreciate what is
unadorned and essential
Mystified by that greatness
which has gone before
Knowing that there is One who
looks upon you and approves
or disapproves
Your mind is closed behind a
stained glass door


In the house of holy names


copyright 1999 by Merl Hampton
http://www.seekermagazine.com/v0399/poems.html

if that was short, then i don't wanna read what you'd call a long poem.

As I walk outside to feel the warm St.Croix breeze,
My father, behind me, Cuts the cheese.
I turned around, and wrinkled my nose in disgust.
While he threw at me, a bucket which contained Rust.
In response to that, I threw at him, a cat.
As a counter to that, he busted a cap.
I clutched my chest, giving me the flurries,
Whilst my dad was currently, Furry.
This is what I call Family fun,
Some others may call it a Family which has too many guns.

o_O;;; (I made that one up in approx. 3 minutes )

THAT made NO friggen sense at all. And what is that friggin avater you so friggely display for a friggen avatar? Tell me what the frig ya doin with that friggen thing.

Obviously you've never played Starcraft.....
And at least I didnt write a "Short" poem thats over 50 Damned Lines long!

I thought Thunderdog poem was very creative and made perfect sense, it made me laugh after reading it. `'Twas 10 times better then the one you stole from Merl Hampton, Mr. Ilovecallingthekettleblack.

I liked it too, though I never related it to Starcraft. Just the fun me and my pop have

i did not steal it. It sez at the bottom the credits....you better read be4 you talk nonsense.

Talk nonsense? This from someone who can't even write his own poem and "t4lkz le1k t1hs"? You better think before you insult me again.

hey! HEY! calm down dogbreath! let ME take care of this little, disgusting, vile, neglected, lowlife, ****ed-up piecea****! don't dirty your hands!

*pulls out a razor wire*
*WFH starts runnin*
*Oz runs faster*
*WFH runs int an alley. Oz follows.*
*screams*
*more screams*
*pool of blood flows from alley*
*Oz walks out, with a maniacal smile on his face...*

When I go to the mall
I feel kinda small
Seeing all those scarey people
makes me want to give a call

These lyrics - really - suck.
Not like you give - a big - duck.

When I suck on some Halls (c)
I bang my head on walls
Seeing all those scarey people
makes me want to give a call

Sing sing sing sing
Sing sing sing sing
Sing sing sing sing
Sing sing sing sing

- Singing lacey (Dark corner, an MZX showcase by draconic creations)

A narrow tunnel,
No light at the end,
Noone to guide me,
not one single friend.

no1 is here,
there's no sorce of light,
but i need sum1 to hold me,
when i'm in a fright.

where is my prince?
da_goat is smelly, (edited today.)
my hopes are running out,
damn those syllabellies. (ditto.)

by....

bumbadumdum......

ME!!!

GAMER.

that was alright.....

for me he can rescue.

That was way too forced. Also, you need to shorten the syllables in the last line. Perhaps take out the 'very'? Also, 'rescue' barely rhymes with 'few'. Should change that.

no offense. j/ks.

GAMER.

Kazer0 : A Poem

I am Kazer0
I like cows that go
moo

When i sit outside
im thinking that i should lye
cuz my butt hurts

While on the pc
i see people talking to me
and be glad that WFH doesnt have MSN.

Dosgames.com is a great site
and in the future i just might
actually use that donate button

Now that your done reading
and your head is bleeding
just be happy i dont do this as a profession.

By: Kazer0
Jan 30, 2003

<font size="-2">All Rights Reserved. The name Kazer0 is copyright to Andrew *******. All other titles are copyright of their respectful owners.</font>

Andrew *******

WE DID KNOW YOUR NAME IF YOU LOOKED AT THIS EARLIER!

I think that was the best part about your poem.....

oh no, im scared now, they knoe my name. jeez.

you should be. if i were a hacker, i could be ****ing off at pics of you naked, or finding out where you live, or some sh*t...

fine, then edit my name outta your post. ill edititoutta mine. And y would there be any pics ofme naked and y would yu want them?