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Sonicl's sonnets VS Jim Morrison's poetry
Shakespere is the moderator here, so careful about who you choose.Poll on the way.
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Oh, if ever there was a poll with a foregone conclusion.
sonicl of course. If anybody disagrees, have a word with yourself. |
not too sure what yr sonnets sound like sonicl but its a damm sight better than "whipping the horses eyes" and "kissing the serpent on the tongue"
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You had to spoil a serious poll with a joke option
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Barbara Cartland sets aflutter the hearts of ladies everywhere. I can only set aflutter the hearts of small children. I know whose hearts I'd prefer to set aflutter, so I'm going to vote against myself.
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See the Wrongness of Jim Morrison's poetry thread for sonicl's masterpieces. |
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I'm a bit concerned about how I would handle fame, particularly the groupies. If someone would be willing to act as my minder, though, I may reconsider.
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I think it's long overdue. I hope Kitty's request for a bee poem has reawakened your muse. |
I walked into this thread like a child walking into the middle of a movie at the theatre...I am out of tune.
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Are there extant copies of sonicl's sonnets that one might peruse before voting?
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Forsooth good fellowe, look in here and thence my poemes shall appeare. |
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Thank ye kindly, moste gracious sir, I shall indeede looke in there. |
No match!
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They can't write in a serious vein because they know little, so they play this jokey-jokey game to make excuses for writing tripe. You see, that way, they can write dopey bullshit & just claim that "it's all in good fun."
It's a character defense mechanism-in-action, pure & simple. |
Oh really?Put morrison's poetry against this and then we'll see atari:
At This Moment Of Time Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear The Ace of Spades. They fear Loves offered suddenly, turning from the mantelpiece, Sweet with decision. And they distrust The fireworks by the lakeside, first the spuft, Then the colored lights, rising. Tentative, hesitant, doubtful, they consume Greedily Caesar at the prow returning, Locked in the stone of his act and office. While the brass band brightly bursts over the water They stand in the crowd lining the shore Aware of the water beneath Him. They know it. Their eyes Are haunted by water Disturb me, compel me. It is not true That "no man is happy," but that is not The sense which guides you. If we are Unfinished (we are, unless hope is a bad dream), You are exact. You tug my sleeve Before I speak, with a shadow's friendship, And I remember that we who move Are moved by clouds that darken midnight. Delmore Schwartz |
It's certainly no match for a brilliant line for the ages such as "Woke up this morning and I got myself a beer."
Where did he get the muse for such brilliant turns of phrase? |
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