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1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)
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1/20/2016 4:05:31 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

Can we post our favourite poems?
"This is the true horror of religion. It allows perfectly decent and sane people to believe by the billions, what only lunatics could believe on their own." Sam Harris
Life asked Death "Why do people love me but hate you?"
Death responded: "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am the painful truth."
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1/20/2016 4:07:07 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
So here is one of my faviorte pieces: Sonnet 35, by the great William Shakesphere.

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
(Thy adverse party is thy advocate)
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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Rosalie
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1/20/2016 4:07:34 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:05:31 AM, SamStevens wrote:
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

Can we post our favourite poems?

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" We need more videos of cat's playing the piano on the internet" - My art professor.

"Criticism is easier to take when you realize that the only people who aren't criticized are those who don't take risks." - Donald Trump

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1/20/2016 4:08:10 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:07:34 AM, Rosalie wrote:
At 1/20/2016 4:05:31 AM, SamStevens wrote:
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

Can we post our favourite poems?

Auto correct.... :/
"This is the true horror of religion. It allows perfectly decent and sane people to believe by the billions, what only lunatics could believe on their own." Sam Harris
Life asked Death "Why do people love me but hate you?"
Death responded: "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am the painful truth."
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1/21/2016 3:06:22 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago for the provincial exam in ELA. The context was a hearing on doctor assisted suicide. It is about a singers pain and suffering caused from cancer.

When Death is the Way
By
Brian N. Johnson

My days are all numbered,
It's a matter of time,
Before I pass away,
From this world I call mine.

All the suffering I've known,
Times I've spent alone,
While crying I now pray,
For a new pain free day.

There exists a time I was free,
From constant pain and sorrow,
Filled with immense joy and love,
And a bright hope for tomorrow.

Until like a viper it struck,
And with no way to get up,
It holds me down to this day,
"No cure." the doctors say.

I had a great skill
The stage was my thrill,
Singing gave me the fame,
The cancer brought me pain.

"What caused this?" I ask,
An act of God? My past?
Nobody knows,
And the pain slowly grows.

To win I must fight,
It's a one on one match,
If I lose I die,
That is the main catch.

But what do I gain if I win?
Life later will do me in,
Should I give up? Let go?
On family and friends? Hell no!

Life itself is a trial,
A never ending test,
Requiring strength and study,
To do your very best.

Curse the day I was born!
The day my shape took form,
I should have been a dove,
Free and filled with love.

Yet I continue to fight,
With all my power and might,
In my soul I'm still strong,
But For my body it can't be long.

Life is a thread,
Not one is the same,
for each one is different,
Mines stretched with pain.

The last stage they say I'm on,
They say this is my last song,
I cannot now resist the sleep,
My life is now measured with a beep.

To die now would be bliss,
For what kind of life is this?
The pain now is numbing me,
And my loved ones I no longer see.

My days are now over,
Now is the time,
I must pass on to God's care.
Now I feel fine!

Gone is the suffering I've known!
For now I know I'm not alone,
Now I'm laughing in praise,
The pain, is now lifted away.
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Briannj17
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1/21/2016 3:10:22 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

Another poem I wrote at the start of the year. We had to compare life to something. I say it's a song.

Life is a Song
By Brian N. Johnson

Life is a song, sung by us all,
This song lifts me up, and may make me fall.
This song has many melodies, many styles, many choices,
Harmonies, genres and very many voices.

Certain people prefer louder songs, they enjoy the busy lives that they have.
Some enjoy the sound of silence, doing nothing is quite sad.
I would be in the middle, like most people I know,
I prefer the busyness of life but being lazy also.

Life is full of genres, from your country to your techno
I'm living a folksong, the song from long ago,
I"m an old fashioned kind of guy, ya know.
Cause I love Jesus, mom, and apple pie,
Work, good times, and the deep blue sky,
Animals, music, and the time off in July.

Life is a song everyone sings,
Life isn't all gold and diamond rings,
It may raise us high, or leave us low
It may be sunny, or cold wind may blow
But my song is well done, this I can say,
For it has made me who I am today.
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1/21/2016 3:12:11 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

The Darkest Days
By
Brian N. Johnson
Based on the memoir by Elie Wiesel "Night" which describes the events of the Holocaust.

The darkest days I"m living in.
Life no longer has any power.
It"s a thing to dread and so I cower,
However death, I cannot let it win.

How did we get here?
Will we ever know?
Life is a burden a heavy blow,
And my soul is filled with fear.

Does anybody care?
Anybody hear our pleas?
For they echo through the dark forest trees,
Come on God! This is not fair!

Our bodies litter the desolate plain,
They are like stones,
All the bones,
That were run through the flame.

Nobodies coming to save us from hell;
Working day in and day out,
Payed with a club and a shout,
Trying to ignore the burning flesh smell.

I fear every day is my last,
Living is now defined by soup and bread,
Ones that don"t eat will soon be dead,
I often dream of food from my past.

We often hear how soon be our release.
It raises our hope,
Helps us to cope,
All we really want is some peace.

I remember we used to laugh and run.
Then is this a night mare?
For only hell can compare,
For now Fathers are abandoned by their son.

Marching fast now in the freezing cold,
Now we only number a few,
My body and spirit now two,
Never have I felt so weary and old.

My family is now all dead.
My pa also now rests.
Oh how I wish to express,
But the feelings cannot be read.

These days are just the worst.
The Germans are worried,
In the courtyard were hurried,
Lives die at the sound of a burst.

Each day goes by so quickly.
Selected, I hope not,
For surely I"ll be shot
If they so choose to pick me.

I somehow lived to tell this tale.
I should be dead,
But this wouldn"t be read.
How did I win when others fail?

Those darkest days I was living in,
Life was a very delicate string.
Less than a second and death it could bring.
However night" I cannot let it win.
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Rosalie
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1/21/2016 3:13:33 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/21/2016 3:06:22 PM, Briannj17 wrote:
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago for the provincial exam in ELA. The context was a hearing on doctor assisted suicide. It is about a singers pain and suffering caused from cancer.

When Death is the Way
By
Brian N. Johnson

My days are all numbered,
It's a matter of time,
Before I pass away,
From this world I call mine.

All the suffering I've known,
Times I've spent alone,
While crying I now pray,
For a new pain free day.

There exists a time I was free,
From constant pain and sorrow,
Filled with immense joy and love,
And a bright hope for tomorrow.

Until like a viper it struck,
And with no way to get up,
It holds me down to this day,
"No cure." the doctors say.



I had a great skill
The stage was my thrill,
Singing gave me the fame,
The cancer brought me pain.

"What caused this?" I ask,
An act of God? My past?
Nobody knows,
And the pain slowly grows.

To win I must fight,
It's a one on one match,
If I lose I die,
That is the main catch.

But what do I gain if I win?
Life later will do me in,
Should I give up? Let go?
On family and friends? Hell no!

Life itself is a trial,
A never ending test,
Requiring strength and study,
To do your very best.


Curse the day I was born!
The day my shape took form,
I should have been a dove,
Free and filled with love.

Yet I continue to fight,
With all my power and might,
In my soul I'm still strong,
But For my body it can't be long.

Life is a thread,
Not one is the same,
for each one is different,
Mines stretched with pain.

The last stage they say I'm on,
They say this is my last song,
I cannot now resist the sleep,
My life is now measured with a beep.

To die now would be bliss,
For what kind of life is this?
The pain now is numbing me,
And my loved ones I no longer see.


My days are now over,
Now is the time,
I must pass on to God's care.
Now I feel fine!

Gone is the suffering I've known!
For now I know I'm not alone,
Now I'm laughing in praise,
The pain, is now lifted away.

Wow, I love this one..
" We need more videos of cat's playing the piano on the internet" - My art professor.

"Criticism is easier to take when you realize that the only people who aren't criticized are those who don't take risks." - Donald Trump

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Briannj17
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1/21/2016 3:54:28 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/21/2016 3:13:33 PM, Rosalie wrote:
At 1/21/2016 3:06:22 PM, Briannj17 wrote:
At 1/20/2016 4:04:45 AM, Rosalie wrote:
Poetry isn't really discussed here on ddo, so this thread shall be dedicated to your faviorte pieces of poetry, and feel free to post your own poems. :)

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago for the provincial exam in ELA. The context was a hearing on doctor assisted suicide. It is about a singers pain and suffering caused from cancer.

When Death is the Way
By
Brian N. Johnson

My days are all numbered,
It's a matter of time,
Before I pass away,
From this world I call mine.

All the suffering I've known,
Times I've spent alone,
While crying I now pray,
For a new pain free day.

There exists a time I was free,
From constant pain and sorrow,
Filled with immense joy and love,
And a bright hope for tomorrow.

Until like a viper it struck,
And with no way to get up,
It holds me down to this day,
"No cure." the doctors say.



I had a great skill
The stage was my thrill,
Singing gave me the fame,
The cancer brought me pain.

"What caused this?" I ask,
An act of God? My past?
Nobody knows,
And the pain slowly grows.

To win I must fight,
It's a one on one match,
If I lose I die,
That is the main catch.

But what do I gain if I win?
Life later will do me in,
Should I give up? Let go?
On family and friends? Hell no!

Life itself is a trial,
A never ending test,
Requiring strength and study,
To do your very best.


Curse the day I was born!
The day my shape took form,
I should have been a dove,
Free and filled with love.

Yet I continue to fight,
With all my power and might,
In my soul I'm still strong,
But For my body it can't be long.

Life is a thread,
Not one is the same,
for each one is different,
Mines stretched with pain.

The last stage they say I'm on,
They say this is my last song,
I cannot now resist the sleep,
My life is now measured with a beep.

To die now would be bliss,
For what kind of life is this?
The pain now is numbing me,
And my loved ones I no longer see.


My days are now over,
Now is the time,
I must pass on to God's care.
Now I feel fine!

Gone is the suffering I've known!
For now I know I'm not alone,
Now I'm laughing in praise,
The pain, is now lifted away.

Wow, I love this one..

Why exactly? Look it over if you will.
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1/23/2016 3:07:14 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
I love this poem:

The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You"ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!"
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1/25/2016 12:17:22 AM
Posted: 10 months ago
I had to find a poem made by someone outside of my home country for a school assignment, and I felt like sharing the one I chose.

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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed"and gazed"but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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1/26/2016 5:45:23 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
At 1/23/2016 3:07:14 AM, EAT_IT_SUKA wrote:
I love this poem:

The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You"ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!"

I had to memorize that for my Fraternity in college.
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1/26/2016 8:49:29 PM
Posted: 10 months ago
Not a particularly well crafted or artsy poem as others are here. Wrote it a year ago.

ODE TO COMPOST BIN

Your appearance make some wary
Mere broken scrapes of wood
But your purpose elevated
With Mother Nature"s work

To break down kitchen yard and garden waste
No haste is underway
Under heat of sun and deep cold chill
You toil the day away.

Tiny life enamored
You really draw quite a crowd
Amid the leaves and twigs
Microbes party down

Insects scoop and earthworms poop
While munching mix around
You surely make the temp rise
Upon your dance floor ground

Quiet and unassuming
No gossip slips your lips
Your contract has high reason
There will be no woe pink slip

Some water but no protein
For vegan is what you are
A pitch fork in your mound a week
Is the bonus that comes around

The work you find a pleasure
I will reap all rewards
You"ve made thick rich compost
Which marks on my scoreboard