Thought it would be interesting to try writing a poem where other members contribute lines/verses. I'll give it a start and if anyone plays we can think of a title for the poem at the end.
Withering roses and yellowed grass
All things in time must pass
Just quote this section in your reply and add the next line.
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Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass, all things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared, new life is forming year by year.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared, new life is forming year by year.
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass, all things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared, new life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams, a river flows throughout my dreams
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared, new life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams, a river flows throughout my dreams
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One star?
Kind of like getting a penny for a tip...better to get none at all.
Kind of like getting a penny for a tip...better to get none at all.
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koan wrote:
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
all things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
new life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
a river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
all things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
new life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
a river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
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>>^..^ Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs.....
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs.....
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."
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Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
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koan wrote: Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
As the young plants grow, they stretch to the sun to bloom, the fragrance is delightful.
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
As the young plants grow, they stretch to the sun to bloom, the fragrance is delightful.
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Paula wrote: As the young plants grow, they stretch to the sun to bloom, the fragrance is delightful.
That doesn't rhyme, Paula. :wah:
That doesn't rhyme, Paula. :wah:
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koan wrote: That doesn't rhyme, Paula. :wah:
Koan, you have to fix that. I'll try again:
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun!
Koan, you have to fix that. I'll try again:
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun!
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Yeah! We're up to three stars now!!!!
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
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koan wrote: Yeah! We're up to three stars now!!!!
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."
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Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
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Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
Like hard oaks, so tall and strong
In a world gone wild and wrong
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
Like hard oaks, so tall and strong
In a world gone wild and wrong
A formula for tact: "Be brief politely, be aggressive smilingly, be emphatic pleasantly, be positive diplomatically, be right graciously".
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polycarp wrote: Withering Roses and Yellowed Grass,
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
Like hard oaks, so tall and strong
In a world gone wild and wrong
Hello World, what will you do when I'm Gone
I was born to be wild, soon i'll move on.
All things in time must pass.
The Petals Have Fallen, the Grass disappeared,
New life is forming year by year.
Bubbling of neverending streams,
A river flows throughout my dreams
Memories, like water ~ cascade through my brain,
good times and tragedy, laughter and pain
Scrapes and breaks, kisses and hugs
Blonde haired children who bring mom bugs
As years go by and children grow
They leave their home with seeds to sow
Dive into the river and learn to swim
Grow their own garden of fancy and whim.
The young seeds are growing and blossom towards the sun,
Trying to find something no one has done.
In a world of pressure and high expectations
They search for their niche with no hesitations.
Some are laborers, others the boss
Some tell lies and don't weigh the cost.
We watch them with concern and love
And wish for them to rise above
The troubles and hardships we knew
But from those trial we all grew.
Like hard oaks, so tall and strong
In a world gone wild and wrong
Hello World, what will you do when I'm Gone
I was born to be wild, soon i'll move on.
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Paula wrote: Hello World, what will you do when I'm Gone
I was born to be wild, soon i'll move on.
That sounds like a conclusion. I think this one is finished
Do another one, this is cool :guitarist
I was born to be wild, soon i'll move on.
That sounds like a conclusion. I think this one is finished
Do another one, this is cool :guitarist
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It had to come to an end at some point? I haven't been told it wasn't good? KOan is that good? are you sure? what is wrong NOW! JOy to the world, the world is cold...hello, are you there, where? okay, i will...
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Paula wrote: It had to come to an end at some point? I haven't been told it wasn't good? KOan is that good? are you sure? what is wrong NOW! JOy to the world, the world is cold...hello, are you there, where? okay, i will...
I thought it was great. I like reading poetry (Literature minor in college), but am not that good at writing. :-6 If my opinion matters...
I thought it was great. I like reading poetry (Literature minor in college), but am not that good at writing. :-6 If my opinion matters...
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Paula wrote: It had to come to an end at some point? I haven't been told it wasn't good? KOan is that good? are you sure? what is wrong NOW! JOy to the world, the world is cold...hello, are you there, where? okay, i will...
I'm here. Just been recovering from a really bad flu. I think it was stellar. Title? My first thought was "How does your garden grow?"
I'm here. Just been recovering from a really bad flu. I think it was stellar. Title? My first thought was "How does your garden grow?"
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WE need more group Poetry, where the hell are U?
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.