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#121    Professor T

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Posted 08 October 2012 - 08:05 PM

View PostB Randomly, on 06 October 2012 - 02:47 AM, said:

Challenge - Change

Oooooooo, I liked writing this one..

Change..

Let us untangle the knots of cold comfort in life.
Break from traditions of false contracts and strife.
Shatter  the illusions of false prophets and delusion.
Switch off from a world of suppression and repression.

Then let us unravel three and a half twists and turns of change.
No contracts or permissions are needed for life to re-arrange.
Understand this dear ones, that this power lays within you.
For when it is complete, dear ones, life will be renewed.

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Posted 08 October 2012 - 08:32 PM

View PostSpiritWriter, on 03 October 2012 - 08:29 PM, said:

I have a challenge for you: A deep and moving personal poem about Apples. What they mean to you.

True personal story this one...

A world covered with apple trees.

The 3am alarm woke me suddenly,
And with arm outstretched I saw with glee,
My mind's eye showed a scene of great beauty,
I saw giant apple trees as far as my mind could see.

Taller than church steeples they stood proudly,
Their rich red fruits gleaming in the canopy.
I wonder now why my mind could see,
A world covered with apple trees.

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Posted 08 October 2012 - 10:27 PM

Lovely Professor T :) :) :)

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Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 08 October 2012 - 10:31 PM

View PostProfessor T, on 08 October 2012 - 08:05 PM, said:

Oooooooo, I liked writing this one..

Change..

Let us untangle the knots of cold comfort in life.
Break from traditions of false contracts and strife.
Shatter  the illusions of false prophets and delusion.
Switch off from a world of suppression and repression.

Then let us unravel three and a half twists and turns of change.
No contracts or permissions are needed for life to re-arrange.
Understand this dear ones, that this power lays within you.
For when it is complete, dear ones, life will be renewed.

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Stellar!!!! Love it! Perfect.... I embrace your kind of change. :)

it looks pretty too :)

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 09 October 2012 - 01:34 AM

View PostLikely Guy, on 20 September 2012 - 05:06 AM, said:

Challenge. Give me an original sad story, song, poem about a dog.

Phew, finally got to this one.. Thanks for posting it.
Naw.. I don't like sad.. But here goes..

Dog's point of view.

As a pup we played, my master and I,
And ran though the yard under a clear blue sky.
And in the winter eves when the cold wind blew,
we wrapped up together in blankets me and you.

And we grew up together my master and me,
playing run and go fetch, by the young oak tree.
It was he who grew strong, and I who grew old,
Four years to his one, or so I have been told.

Gradually we no longer played, my master and me,
Nor raced round the yard by the old oak tree.
My master grew cold, and hips they grew old,
incontinent dog and whiny mutt I was told.

But I loved my dear master I have to declare,
Even when words were said in despair.
I loved him when "Come on" said last spoke me,
And opened back door and stamped impatiently.

I loved him when took he the gun from it's rack,
And guided me silently to the shed out the back.
I looked up and wagged my old tail in glee,
two barrels, a squinting eye, the last thing I'd see.

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Posted 10 October 2012 - 03:34 PM

hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? :D

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great


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Posted 10 October 2012 - 06:02 PM

View PostKnight Of Shadows, on 10 October 2012 - 03:34 PM, said:

hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? :D

Fundin Regin a villager of no reason
deep below mountain a man of ore
wed to his lantern by morning
prayers said to Chthonic lords
through night meaningless below
and onto the next day
Fundin Regin axing away

Fundin Regin axing in his sleep
walk into a smelting pit
if not for Durin Dvalin
who caught his collar
our friend was not smelted
but lost his beard
and charred his face

Now don't give a kindin'
to Fundin Regin
or make a hero of Durin Dvalin
for they did as dwarves do
as long as the hills
now if you happen to see ole Fundin Regin
be sure to tell him he looks like a drow







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Posted 10 October 2012 - 07:39 PM

View PostChasingtherabbit, on 10 October 2012 - 06:02 PM, said:

Fundin Regin a villager of no reason
deep below mountain a man of ore
wed to his lantern by morning
prayers said to Chthonic lords
through night meaningless below
and onto the next day
Fundin Regin axing away

Fundin Regin axing in his sleep
walk into a smelting pit
if not for Durin Dvalin
who caught his collar
our friend was not smelted
but lost his beard
and charred his face

Now don't give a kindin'
to Fundin Regin
or make a hero of Durin Dvalin
for they did as dwarves do
as long as the hills
now if you happen to see ole Fundin Regin
be sure to tell him he looks like a drow
hahahahah nicely done

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great


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Posted 10 October 2012 - 08:57 PM

View PostKnight Of Shadows, on 10 October 2012 - 03:34 PM, said:

hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? :D

Cool, Thanks for posting!..

Wee Stubble

Winston Wheelbarrow, "Rope almighty" by nickname,
Once left his sweet home in search of great fame.
With braided beard the length of a rope,
Be sought new horizons and to give people hope.

And years passed and Winston found adventures by score,
Helping out strangers and defeating enemies at war.
by "Rope Almighty" his new friends knew his name,
Wee Winston's prowess was honoured by fame.

He came then one day to ruins in flame and in siege,
And trapped on high balcony under burning eves,
A human child was pleading  for help and for hope!
And Winston leapt forward and threw down his rope.

He saved the young lass, by lowering her gently,
into the arms of Friends,  family and gentry.
But flames did then burn and he could barely cope,
And Winston Wheelbarrow lost his sweet rope..

For many a year he then hid from the world,
For beardless wee Winston felt frail and old.
Then courage he found, it was home that he yearned.
To old home in the mountains after many years he returned.

In Dwarven culture, the length of one's prowess,
is measured in inches from chin to beard tip.
So Winston Wheelbarrow, with barely an inch on his chin,
was nicknamed "wee stubble!", by old friends and by kin.


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 12:06 AM

View PostProfessor T, on 10 October 2012 - 08:57 PM, said:

Cool, Thanks for posting!..

Wee Stubble

Winston Wheelbarrow, "Rope almighty" by nickname,
Once left his sweet home in search of great fame.
With braided beard the length of a rope,
Be sought new horizons and to give people hope.

And years passed and Winston found adventures by score,
Helping out strangers and defeating enemies at war.
by "Rope Almighty" his new friends knew his name,
Wee Winston's prowess was honoured by fame.

He came then one day to ruins in flame and in siege,
And trapped on high balcony under burning eves,
A human child was pleading  for help and for hope!
And Winston leapt forward and threw down his rope.

He saved the young lass, by lowering her gently,
into the arms of Friends,  family and gentry.
But flames did then burn and he could barely cope,
And Winston Wheelbarrow lost his sweet rope..

For many a year he then hid from the world,
For beardless wee Winston felt frail and old.
Then courage he found, it was home that he yearned.
To old home in the mountains after many years he returned.

In Dwarven culture, the length of one's prowess,
is measured in inches from chin to beard tip.
So Winston Wheelbarrow, with barely an inch on his chin,
was nicknamed "wee stubble!", by old friends and by kin.
ahhh poor guy .. think he'll ever recover ? that was good none the less great choice of words and rhythems :D

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 03:38 AM

View PostKnight Of Shadows, on 11 October 2012 - 12:06 AM, said:

ahhh poor guy .. think he'll ever recover ? that was good none the less great choice of words and rhythems :D
Great. Glad you enjoyed it.

Hmmm, good point, I kind of ended that we story poem in the middle didn't I.
Right..  Challenge continued!!


Wee Stubble  Part 2

Winston Wheelbarrow, we stubble by name,
An inch for a beard, the villagers shame.
No dwarven wife would ever he take,
for pathetic was beard for goodness sake!

In Mountain mine village, market or pub,
his shoulder with kinsmen would never he rub.
They saw with distain the length of his beard,
wee stubble, they'd whisper, lest they be heard.

Many a year did he suffer in life,
wanting goodness and love of a wife,
So Winston moved back to the world of tall men,
crossed mountains and forests and grassy glen.

He came back to houses and found he some friends.
He shaved clean his face and in self made amends.
Barely a month from new year his heart skipped a beat
he saw a young woman who stood at only three feet!

She fell in his arms and he carried her away,
They were married at temple that very day!
And in warm home she spoke with such joy,
her story, you see was a real McCoy!

"I remember my savior" said softly did she,
"Not an inch did I grow from the age of three"
"Saved from the flames by a beard braided rope"
"I've married my savior true I do hope"

He fathered many a child did Winston Wheelbarrow.
And moved with great family to the great distant wilds.
To a land they called Mig-lurth, a place they called Sheiara.
Today better known, as Middle Earth and Shire.

They lived out their days with fun and with laugher!
They lived on in safety, happily ever after..  (lol)


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 11:05 AM

View PostProfessor T, on 11 October 2012 - 03:38 AM, said:

Great. Glad you enjoyed it.

Hmmm, good point, I kind of ended that we story poem in the middle didn't I.
Right..  Challenge continued!!


Wee Stubble  Part 2

Winston Wheelbarrow, we stubble by name,
An inch for a beard, the villagers shame.
No dwarven wife would ever he take,
for pathetic was beard for goodness sake!

In Mountain mine village, market or pub,
his shoulder with kinsmen would never he rub.
They saw with distain the length of his beard,
wee stubble, they'd whisper, lest they be heard.

Many a year did he suffer in life,
wanting goodness and love of a wife,
So Winston moved back to the world of tall men,
crossed mountains and forests and grassy glen.

He came back to houses and found he some friends.
He shaved clean his face and in self made amends.
Barely a month from new year his heart skipped a beat
he saw a young woman who stood at only three feet!

She fell in his arms and he carried her away,
They were married at temple that very day!
And in warm home she spoke with such joy,
her story, you see was a real McCoy!

"I remember my savior" said softly did she,
"Not an inch did I grow from the age of three"
"Saved from the flames by a beard braided rope"
"I've married my savior true I do hope"

He fathered many a child did Winston Wheelbarrow.
And moved with great family to the great distant wilds.
To a land they called Mig-lurth, a place they called Sheiara.
Today better known, as Middle Earth and Shire.

They lived out their days with fun and with laugher!
They lived on in safety, happily ever after..  (lol)
you seem to know much about dwarf suffering of losing beard any coincedince ? something wanna share with us ? :P
awesome poem though :D

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great


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Posted 12 October 2012 - 03:49 AM

Challenge: A poem, song, whatever.. Something personal about an insight, or an important lesson in life..


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Posted 12 October 2012 - 02:30 PM

View PostProfessor T, on 12 October 2012 - 03:49 AM, said:

Challenge: A poem, song, whatever.. Something personal about an insight, or an important lesson in life..

Truth inspires to everyone
A different melody
You don't have to worry
You have your own song
But you don't need to sing your truth to me

Listen to your heart
Beating listlessly, for what?
Keeping your mind alive,
But that won't keep it free

Spinning, you don't have to spin for me
Turning,  you needn't touch my key
Your fortunes are your own
Your truth will make you free

Quitely onward, Pilgrims cry
They won't admit their own defeat
Defeated them in victory
Wearily their searches die
My truth has set me free

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once i believed that starlight could guide me home
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Posted 29 October 2012 - 03:07 AM

Seen as the weather is going to pack it in again, thought I'd revive this in the hope of getting some challenges going..

Just so there's no confusion.

A challenge is a request for a Poem/song/or rhymy whatever.

Once a challenge is accepted it is "Liked" then "quoted" then the poem/song/whatever is posted below the quote..

Anyone can join in by posting challenges or accepting them by quoting the challenge and posting the response below.

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