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Post by Starbeast on Feb 15, 2009 20:24:30 GMT 12
HERE'S WHERE YOU CAN POST A FUNNY LITTLE POEM
EXAMPLE:
Here's one for a diabetic Valentine's Day:
"Fish can swim, and birds can fly, don't give me a box of chocolate, cause if I eat it, I'll die."
Hmmm, that seems a bit dark, how about this one.
"I can't eat candy, cause it's too sweet, if you want to send me a gift, make it cheese or meat."
Yeah, that will do. Now you try making a poem, or two.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Feb 18, 2009 21:49:06 GMT 12
Haha! Nice ones there !
I'll have to come up with a few now then
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 1, 2009 5:21:36 GMT 12
Thanks Lady Honey Bunny,
I'm currently getting back into the groove of working on my writing skills. So I am doing written excercises, I take a story, or a poem, and/or even a movie and dabble with it to hone my craft. I am NOT planning to make a profit on other people's previous work, I'm only trying to make myself a better writer and expand my imagination.
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 1, 2009 5:27:19 GMT 12
[shadow=black,left,300]GOLDILOX & the 3 BEARS[/shadow] "Once upon a time there lived three bears, who drank like fish and lived without care,
there was the father bear who wore black leather, and he would splash on cologne that smelled like fresh heather,
there was a pretty mama bear who dressed in the latest style, she would always keep he claws sharp with a hugh metal file,
and lastly there was the baby bear who was little, cute, but dumb, he had bad habits and the people who knew him, thought he was scum,
one day mama bear made some oatmeal that was nasty and thick, the three bears ate of it, and became violently sick,
they all rushed out of the house to get rid of what they ate, and left the door ajar, as well as the front gate,
then, just after the bears of three had left the house, a girl entered their home, she wore a pretty blue blouse,
her hair was of golden curls, and had on little blue socks, she was young and naive, and her named was spelled GOLDILOX,
she raided the the food pantry and drank the bear's wine, she even smoked father bear's cigar from Cuba, it was very fine,
the wine made her accident prone and she broke alot of stuff, she had to repair these things, but that was going to be rough,
she went upstairs to look for some quick-drying, all-purpose glue, she noticed just then, some areas of the house smelled like a zoo,
do animal creatures live here, she thought as a query, if that's the case, I'd better fix this furniture and get out in a hurry,
while looking for glue in a bedroom she became sleepy and laid down in a bed, she fell into a deep slumber and slept quietly as if she were dead,
afterwhich the bears came home and they were shocked to see, some vandel had been here and destoyed their widescreen tv,
they searched the house, to see if anyone was here who did this awful thing, every room was checked, except for the bedroom on the west wing,
the three bears saw the human girl sleeping on mama's soft bed, ma and pa bear were mad, and were going to smash her head,
baby bear said wait don't harm her, let's make her into human stew, mama bear was a mediocre cook, but she knew what to do,
suddenly Goldilox woke up and saw she was in the midst of hungry varmints, she got really scared and soiled her clean under garments,
the bears recoiled at the smell and mama grabbed Goldilox by the ear, and said this food is rotten, and then threw the stinky girl out of here!"
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 2, 2009 12:56:57 GMT 12
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 3, 2009 8:22:39 GMT 12
Hello Lady Honey Bunny,
I'm glad you enjoyed that, and I think anyone would have been upset that their television was broken, but it made it funny as a poem line.
On the day I wrote this weird homage to the great classic story writers of children's books. I had a dream about this tale, the night before, and decided to jot it down quickly when I woke and used it here.
I plan to do a few more, when time permits.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 10, 2009 11:21:54 GMT 12
I hope time will permit soon I sometimes go to sleep with an idea for a story or a poem, but sadly for me, I have a very bad memory so I tend to forget my ideas. I know I should write them down, but I hate leaving my warm bed, so I wake up in the morning thinking: "Now what did I think of yesterday..." I have so many ideas in my head for my story as I want to finish it already but time has been not nice to me. I will get round to it, at some point in time!
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 11, 2009 14:03:31 GMT 12
Write down your ideas as soon as you get them, carry a little notepad or tape recorder around with you if you have too, unless you really don't want to be a writer.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 13, 2009 19:04:08 GMT 12
Ah.... right! It's also the lack of time that's not there....
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 14, 2009 18:27:33 GMT 12
Oh, you must be very busy, me too, I pop onto this site when I can. Otherwise, I would be here more often. But, the times I can be here, are fun.
Well........I'm off again, it's been a pleasure once more to talk to you Lady Honey Bunny.
P.S. I still make notes to myself about things I need to remember, like for example, on my lunch break at work, I jotted down a few ideas about the next story and also another.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 17, 2009 19:44:45 GMT 12
Yes, I have a piece of paper that has scribbles of ideas on it. I wrote those scribbles about 2 months ago... Still havent got round to write the story. I had a "story moment" yesterday, where I would "see" a part of my story in my mind (instead of doing my readings... *bad Honey* ) Did you ever have those moments when you are doing something but think that you should be doing something else? I have it when I want to write. I could write my story now, but I know that I should be reading my economics. I always have this inner feeling that tells me I should do something uni-related. We'll find the time! Lets be optimistic like Kolchak
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 18, 2009 4:34:49 GMT 12
I scribble too. A tape recorder can help you too, so you can quickly notate your ideas.
Looking back at my early "intense" suggestion, that was written in hugh bold print, I hope you didn't think I was yelling at you. I just get stirred-up by people I've seen with talent (myself included), that do nothing with their art. I was concerned about you becoming a "great writer who never was", I have that fear about myself. Fortunately there have been others who helped me to get back in the "writing game". I met some people on the other forum who asked me questions about writing, and it got me to think seriously about my own craft.
Like you, I write when I can, and I do have other responsibilities that need tending too, so I have to schedule my time.
And as for Kolchak being optimistic, that's one of his qualities that I admire about the character. He is still, one of my heros! Check out the new posting in the "some tv" section about the show, it will give you a clearer picture of Carl Kolchak at work.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 19, 2009 10:31:55 GMT 12
Oh, I dont think I have that great a talent. I mean, sure I can write when an idea comes to me, and my poems rhyme and have a meaning to them (most of the time) but I dont think they are outstanding, you know. I certainly dont think "the world needs to read my stuff, I am going to become a great writer" (although it would be nice!). I just write for whoever wants to read.That's what's good in this forum, you can just write something and get feedback about it. Gives me a sense of satisfaction (writing and reading and commenting). As long as we do it, and enjoy it, that's super! I saw that Kolchak posting. Excellent stuff! I hope though he aint too optimistic... sometimes the too optimistic people annoy me. That's a bad thing to say, isnt it? Anyway, here's a little poem I wrote a while ago. It's about Carlisle Cullen from the Twilight saga. It is to the music of Tree Hugger by Antsy Pants and Kimya Dawson One small girl was a little dog Then one day she got lost in fog Then someone found her there It was Carlisle and not a bear He was really pale and white His blonde hair shone like stars at night And so he took her by the hand And together they went to Cullen Land!
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Post by Starbeast on Mar 19, 2009 14:56:35 GMT 12
"Lady Rabbit that was a sweet little poem, I truely liked it,
but your Curiousity on Kolchak's optimisim was, a little quick,
your child-like eyes are something that is rare and good,
but Kolchak sometimes needs a stake that's made of wood,
well I have to go, I have things to do,
like write about Kolchak, in Night of Cthulu."
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 20, 2009 14:54:55 GMT 12
Awwwwww!!!!! Well let me try get my poetic hat on Try to spin a line or two Think think think , it has taken long No, I can't do it quite like you
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