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Thread: It's almost over, a poem by Valde.

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    Default It's almost over, a poem by Valde.

    It's almost over, the days end is near
    Hours ago you woke with jeer
    Looking forward to lifes random events
    Dont worry it's almost over ladies and gents

    As the day winds down you eat your last meal
    You get ready for bed, put away those heels
    Brush your teeth and take a shower
    Make love to your other, as you run over them with a flower

    Some may work out, before a big sleep
    Some stay out dodging a creep
    Some people like to party, other retire early
    Other say fuck it and do whatever
    The Relentless
    Valde Venustus


    If you're a bad hunter, the woods are always empty.

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    Another nice one, Valde!

    I say, Fuck it, do whatever!

    Kari

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    Thanks for your positive input, have any of your own?
    The Relentless
    Valde Venustus


    If you're a bad hunter, the woods are always empty.

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    Not really, but have some favorites.

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    Show me your creative side Karina, if you would. ;)
    The Relentless
    Valde Venustus


    If you're a bad hunter, the woods are always empty.

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    Here is one:

    The footfalls of many feet are on the prairies,
    Treading softly, like the rustling of shaken grasses;
    In the air about me is a sound scarce audible,
    As of the wings of silent birds, low-flying. . . .

    What are they that move in the luminous mid-day,
    Invisibly, intangibly? . . .

    It is hot and whisperingly still;
    I see only the quivering air, there on the far horizon,
    And beyond it a lake of cool water lifted into the sky:
    Pleasant groves are growing beside it,
    Very distant I see them. . . .

    Are these men come out of the silence to walk beside me?
    Are these gods who flit with invisible wings?

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    Very nice Karina. ;) keep em coming!
    The Relentless
    Valde Venustus


    If you're a bad hunter, the woods are always empty.

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    noob Karina's Avatar
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    I don't write, I just admire.

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    :(
    The Relentless
    Valde Venustus


    If you're a bad hunter, the woods are always empty.

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    I admire nice work, as in:

    The coolness of the mountains
    and the deepness of the sea
    The blueness of the sky,
    The Eagles fly -- they do not flee.
    The long amber grasses
    floating in the breeze,
    The smell of sweet flowers
    are just thoughts inside of me.
    Where men would never venture,
    That's where the Eagles fly
    On top of purple mountains
    You can hear their shrieking cry.

    In the mountains are their nests
    Hidden from the prey
    They won't be fools or be victims
    Or fall along the way.

    They fight for life,
    these large strong birds,
    They won't let it pass them by.
    Examples in our life should be
    To fly where Eagles fly.

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