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Document Document
A new document,
A new document,
Filly in the document.
Your first document,
Save your document,
Open a document,
Cows the document.
Your new docu-doc—
Toe document ever;
Identify the document
To open a document.
You can started a document;
You could save your document.
The contents of you document:
Application, document.
San Francisco document;
Please let us document.
It automatically document—
In fact, putter document.
Use careful thought in document,
Help in planning your document.
Shed is on the document,
After starting hat document.
Docudocu document,
Ment and Mint and document.
In deciding on the document,
You must tell the Office “document.”
Its file name—document—
Opens a in which the document:
Directory (folder) document.
We look forward to document,
And its contents are, “Hint, hint, hint,
Application vacation document.”
Repaying your account is document,
And document,
And document.
Your husband’s chickin document:
“We appreciate receiving document.”
Deposit on your first night’s document:
Dollar-one-five-two-five document.
Know if old one document,
Please remember that document.
All your base are document…
End of document.
A new document,
A new document,
Filly in the document.
Your first document,
Save your document,
Open a document,
Cows the document.
Your new docu-doc—
Toe document ever;
Identify the document
To open a document.
You can started a document;
You could save your document.
The contents of you document:
Application, document.
San Francisco document;
Please let us document.
It automatically document—
In fact, putter document.
Use careful thought in document,
Help in planning your document.
Shed is on the document,
After starting hat document.
Docudocu document,
Ment and Mint and document.
In deciding on the document,
You must tell the Office “document.”
Its file name—document—
Opens a in which the document:
Directory (folder) document.
We look forward to document,
And its contents are, “Hint, hint, hint,
Application vacation document.”
Repaying your account is document,
And document,
And document.
Your husband’s chickin document:
“We appreciate receiving document.”
Deposit on your first night’s document:
Dollar-one-five-two-five document.
Know if old one document,
Please remember that document.
All your base are document…
End of document.
This poem was made using paint, some files from my computer applications class, and a piece of notebook paper. Then I typed it up, and decided I liked it.
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We the Minority?
We are a very rare race in this day and age,
Not because anyone hunted us down, but because of our own fear:
Not one of us, not even I the writer,
Dare speak or show what we are.
We imprison ourselves behind locked doors
In our own homes, on the one night
When every bit of our being demands we be free.
We allow ourselves to be portrayed as monsters,
Mindless creatures,
Or simply without a bit of control,
Or perhaps a form of Jekyll-and-Hyde—
While in truth it be our side which comes from they that is the Hyde,
And the side unique to us the Jekyll.
Really, we aren’t that bad:
Honest, loyal, trusting, we
Only want to be accepted.
Yet if we were to show ourselves, the few who are left
Would be butchered and imprisoned in warlike way,
Or captured
And mutilated, tortured—
For the sake of their science!
And what do we care, for, why would we want
To be told what we are? We know what we are!
We’ve a blessing, not a curse, bestowed upon us
So we must, to protect ourselves hide in the guise of the Hyde…
Yet how, I ask, will we ever know one another,
If when we show ourselves to find each other
They—You, perhaps—would…
And again, that impassible block is reached.
So we will die by your world that you have made,
We’ll be extinct because of your world of fear,
Before you ever knew we existed in the first place.
Perhaps that, in itself, is a fitting revenge.
I wonder if anyone can guess what exactly the narrator of this poem is (that is, the fictional person whose point of view is supported here). I tried to give a hint with many of the alliterations being w's, in addition to the poem's content itself. I'll give you another hint: It's a fictional group of people, though still commonly known.
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Poetry: TPCASTT
Nonsense and nonsense,
Rhyme is rhyme—
Meter be meter, but
Time is time…
Title: the title
May mean many things.
Read first it to discern
What the poem may bring.
Paraphrase: find out
What the author may mean,
By literal saying
And figurative things
Connotation: now look
Beyond literal and see,
Just how and why the author
Says these things.
Attitude: now look
At the poem like a book,
And figure out the tone
And the mood that is shown.
Shifts: now see
How things change in the poem.
All sorts of things may point to this,
Including diction, irony, stanza division,
Sound punctuation transition words and line decision.
Title Again: look again
At the title that you read,
And think back to what first popped into your head:
Was it right? Was it wrong?
What does it really mean?
And do you really get it,
Or do you just seem?
Theme: now try to figure out
What in the world the poet
Is talking about.
How does it to the real world
And human condition apply?
What exactly is he or she saying,
And why?
This one is based on a method for "examining" professional poetry, it's pretty much a poetic expression of the steps.
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Words.
What’s in a word
Which holds its charm?
Why can a word
Deal so much harm?
If when a word
Is unwanted, then,
Why so much difficulty
Pulling it in?
Why O why worry-wart
Worry words today?
Why not when tomorrow comes
It be a better day?
What when why how if then when word
Without within wish word what why fish sky?
Word, word, what, how, word, wart, why—
If then what-when Eskimo Pie.
Why when a word
It flies in the sky,
Why O why is there
Pie in the sky?
Why when die do
Words won’t fly—
In the sky
Or without pie?
Won’t without the Why O why
Pie in the sky eat words that die?
Pie in the Why O why if word want high
Fly then if when why where how when
Women won’t why within without pie sky,
Eskimo word, word, worry why today herd—
Why pie sky if then when what die.
This is an absolute nonsense poem, mostly for rhythm and rhyme fun. Still, I think it has some emotional merit if read properly...
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Neshoban Naming Poems
The darkest fire comes from the brightest claw;
His power is greatest when the rain does fall,
And now call him Red, for that be the scar’s color,
The color of valor, and murder, and love for another.
You are one of those who are cursed without reason,
And now no longer human you must worry if you’re in season,
So your name is now called Aya’rin
Instead of Jaster, as before it had been.
These are poems from my fictional world, Aranor, which are used to name Neshoba (a fictional wolf-race), or people highly respected by Neshoba. They always follow the same format, but these two are rare because they aren't in Neshoban, but instead are in Common (which is pretty much English). The first one is a character called "Ruan" (a Neshoban word for the color red), who is a half-elf half-Neshobe; the second is for a human once called Prince Jaster who was cursed to permenently have the form of a female Neshobe (and names her Aya'rin).
More later, perhaps. 'Kay? Feel free to post your opinions of my poems, or your own poems. biggrin
