Poets' Corner
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24-12-2012, 09:12 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
A long time ago I started a thread on death penalty. It drowned in arguments going around in circles. My new policy: I summarize all my arguments in a poem, as succinctly as I can, and save a lot of effort by not repeating it over and over in a thread. It's out there and some will like it and some won't and it won't make any difference in the long run. However, I will have the satisfaction of having stated my opinion with economy and, maybe, style.
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25-12-2012, 06:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 25-12-2012 08:39 AM by Zat.)
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RE: Poets' Corner
Euthenasia
I killed a child once: its small, fragile body convulsing, in helpless agony, in the middle of the night. It was the hardest I ever had to do: plastic bag over the head, pillow over tiny body… tears soaking my face, resolute till the end, until the struggle stopped and, finally, she was dead. It was ‘only’ a cat but I loved it like a child, loved it enough to end its pointless suffering. While most of us would end the agony of those we love, and would want the help when finally we'll need it -- our rulers say you can’t be merciful to humans - only to animals,… they warn about abuse, criminal negligence. They fear exceptions, they are afraid to think, to decide, they feel safe with zero tolerance: the hallmark of the craven and the incompetent. |
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02-01-2013, 03:29 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
So what happened to all the poets on TTA?
Have gone into hibernation for winter? Lost their nerve to challenge the status quo? That would be said, indeed. |
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02-01-2013, 04:18 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
(02-01-2013 03:29 PM)Zat Wrote: So what happened to all the poets on TTA? ![]() I do have one piece that was published in a literary review....suppose I could consider posting it....but.....hmmm.... |
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02-01-2013, 06:42 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
There once was a user named Zat
saw no poems, thought: "I'm not havin' that" so to reply to the thread I posted a limrick instead hoping no one would think me a prat. ![]() ![]() |
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03-01-2013, 06:52 AM
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RE: Poets' Corner
Youthful Ambition. You reek of lonely, heartfelt sorrows, washed out by bountiful tomorrows. You claim the future’s yours to take; with friends to lavish, foes to break. That bed has lust-filled tales to tell, devoid of loves’ embracing shell. You know these 'hardships' soon will fade when power and money serenade those nights so crammed with strained ambition, and days of youthful superstition. You strive for wealth, you strive for love, in longings soaring high above the reach of any mortal soul. You know the score, your final goal:- You’re high on rocks above the land, We are but pebbles on the sand. DLJ |
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04-01-2013, 06:29 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
Memories.
Jumbled and hazy. Some funny, some crazy. Fast paced and lazy. Just a few memories that make me. A few have gave a light hearted touch. Whilst others... just seem to much... And at the heart, at the crux Is the reason, the person and why we take so much. The feelings they give me, echo the days before. Although in my head that day seems an eternity and more. The more days I look back on, the more life seems to quickly slip and fade through night and day. And I awaken each morning... a new person, a new way. I take them everywhere I go, there can be only numbing. But no matter how far you go, there is no running. For these are the things that are your becoming. I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing. I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond. I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown. |
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07-01-2013, 09:36 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
Beautiful.
"The problem with faith is that it really is a conversation stopper. Faith is a declaration of immunity to the powers of conversation. It is a reason why you do not have to give reasons for what you believe." - Sam Harris |
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07-01-2013, 11:29 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
I'm twenty-nine
An I'm too old to play hide-and-seek with Jesus Christ I'm alive and doing fine And the whiskey, books, and movies still appease us They please us I recall when I was five When God was still alive And never had to grow old, sick, and die But the scythe of Father Time Cut aside the feeble twine That tied up tight and battened down my mind "The problem with faith is that it really is a conversation stopper. Faith is a declaration of immunity to the powers of conversation. It is a reason why you do not have to give reasons for what you believe." - Sam Harris |
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07-01-2013, 11:31 PM
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RE: Poets' Corner
Gen'ral Vulture finds it droll
To hide inside his grassy knoll For those that fall to cannonade Are into tasty dishes made "The problem with faith is that it really is a conversation stopper. Faith is a declaration of immunity to the powers of conversation. It is a reason why you do not have to give reasons for what you believe." - Sam Harris |
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