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Group Poetry 5
Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 10:53 pm
by koan
A world of objects, empty things,
That clutter up my shelf
Things I bought because I thought
They'd represent my Self.
Group Poetry 5
Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:02 am
by libertine
A purple ribbon for my hair
a book, a bowl, a song
Things I wanted yesterday
do not stay mine for long.
Group Poetry 5
Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 1:58 am
by koan
A world of objects, empty things,
That clutter up my shelf
Things I bought because I thought
They'd represent my Self.
A purple ribbon for my hair
a book, a bowl, a song
Things I wanted yesterday
do not stay mine for long.
Nothing is for me to keep
It's only mine to borrow
If only I could stop the want
I'd never feel the sorrow
Group Poetry 5
Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 3:58 am
by polycarp
A world of objects, empty things,
That clutter up my shelf
Things I bought because I thought
They'd represent my Self.
A purple ribbon for my hair
a book, a bowl, a song
Things I wanted yesterday
do not stay mine for long.
Nothing is for me to keep
It's only mine to borrow
If only I could stop the want
I'd never feel the sorrow
How wrong I was to listen to the song
About things which grow like weed
Which reveals less the subject that is sung
From such chains I need be freed
Group Poetry 5
Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:01 pm
by koan
A world of objects, empty things,
That clutter up my shelf
Things I bought because I thought
They'd represent my Self.
A purple ribbon for my hair
a book, a bowl, a song
Things I wanted yesterday
do not stay mine for long.
Nothing is for me to keep
It's only mine to borrow
If only I could stop the want
I'd never feel the sorrow
How wrong I was to listen to the song
About things which grow like weed
Which reveals less the subject that is sung
From such chains I need be freed
For like a song that has no end
My journey will go on
I cannot carry needless things
My back is not that strong.