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Sep 27, 2013 10:50AM
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Oh. That stinks. But surely there are other things to do? I am assuming that you, unlike me, have a life offline.
Yes of course but it's annoying none the less
now im done...i cant belive you! goodbye.. and to think all i was doing was saying that the Bible is something you should follow WORD FOR WORD AS I HAVE ALWAYS SAID. thanks for the great time in this group guys! bye:)
well I believe in the bible completely but I also believe it is wrong to tell someone that they are living thir life wrong. Don't take it personaly Anna but I grew up being taught a lot of right and wrong values. For instance, I could not stand the thought of myself being anything but strait....yet for anyone else I am willing to accept their beliefs because I know it is who they are and that it would be wrong of me to judge someone as so. But believe me, I still offer advice pertaining to the bible from time to time only in such a way as to not offend someone. I know I am preaching to the choir when I say this because you probably left but if I offended you or anyone else, I apologize.
@ John....."Don't worry be happy...."
phahaha I accidently sang that aloud and some guy gave me a small smile. O.o
At least you're not a nobel in the French Revolution.
There is always a worse time or place to be in.
yes that is true also. The thought of living in any other time period weirds me out.I could almost picture myself hiding because of how diffrent I would be.
hmmm.....Anyone excited for Halloween?
Yes because well it's Halloween how do you not get excited about it and no because half the time I'm trying to avoid a few people who follow me it never ends good for me when they corner me.
:,CI just discovored that my poem did not win and will not be published.
Legend of the raven’s featherThe sleek dark feather, it glistens in the light
As it glides down softly, softly into the dirt
Once part of something whole
Now it does not matter, a feather separated from a soul
As the sun does shine upon its beauty, a single drop of rain slides down
A golden drop to keep it company and a ray of light for hope
A strand of shade to keep it cool, a gentle breeze of memory
A sleek dark feather now legendary
okay how does that not get published.
no one liked it...they perfered something more romantic or about roses. the main themes with the winning poems are romance and beauty. None of the voters even voted once for mine.
These people don't know anything past the usual.
so trueI submit a poem in tribute to a poetic master and all they vote for are love poems....nice.
yes pleasent I once submitted one of my poems they threw it back at me literal curmupled it up and threw it back at me and they asked me to leave saying it was too "Dark for their taste."
yeah I know what you mean.....the truth is they do not fully understand poetry.gtg
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It was not romantic......everyone voted for love poems.
The only thing I can think of now is either requited love or a dead lover. But my mind is off an away to someplace else trying to get away from reality and my fuck ups.
Love poems are overrated. If I had to write a love poem, it wouldn't work. Poems about love can be really cheesey. Find a real poetry person, someone who appreciates your poetry.
yeah I know....and John dont be so hard on yourself, everyone messes up occasionally.
Love poems are sweet and all but the best poems are the ones written from the heart, inspired by emotions and feelings, Poetry spoken from the heart brings out the true meaning of poetry and expression. (Sorry if that sounded cheesy but its true :P)
The RavenBy Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
Hi fellow filipino readers.. I need some help, and I'm hoping you could direct me to the right sight. I am looking for a specific pocketbook that I read 10 years ago. and for the life of me I can not remember the title. All I remember is the ending and the knowledge that it is a good book. I don't have it with me anymore, but I want to read it again. Please help me to find it, or you could direct me to the site where I could post this question.. please.. I'm desperate..
I also remember some of it, so I could give a brief summary of it..so please help..
give me the smmary....I might know the book. I read all kinds of diffrent books.
waaah.. thank you thank you!! ok here goes.. The location, I'm not sure. But it is where there is a cowboy, sheriff, and desert. The story is a bout a female who is looking for her biological father. One of the man she suspect to be her biological father is a happy family man so she didn't immediately tell him about her. The sheriff there suspects her to be plotting something bad to the man and his family, so he keep an eye on her all the time. I can't remember if that man is really her father or not. But the ending is she left in a train and the sheriff stop the that train to make her stay. And the line of that sheriff goes something like this, "You can't live because you stole something of mine, that is my heart." I know it didn't go exactly like this but it's close. I hope you have read this story and know the title. This story have been lost to me for over 10 years already. And I can't wait to read it again..
sorry but I havent...I will ask one of my friends. Demon wolf might know, He has been in the library more than I have. Then again, he reads only fantacy and romance....nothing filipino. Perhaps Senior Allen will know....he reads more filipino novels than I do.
no no no.. its not a filipino novel.. its a foreign novel.. its romance.. its an old book..
Thank you very much! It will mean a great deal to me. I tried asking in yahoo answer, but they just deleted my question. I don't know why. So I tried my luck here to see if anyone can help me. Thank you again. I hope he knows what book I'm talking about.
Anything about he title you can remember just a letter perhaps.
Sorry.. Nothing at all.. My memory is really not that good..
Demon wolf says he has not read that book.........I will try and help you find it though.
