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Post by Insanitytea on Nov 24, 2010 21:02:19 GMT
THE POET A Painting’s not the poet’s game A landscape set inside a frame A brush he holds not but a quill A pen, a pencil standing still He ponders for a moment when His mind begin to work again The poet’s thoughts are coming back The night moves on, so very black The pen it flicks across the page A pace so quick one cannot gauge His mind’s made up the path is clear He’ll write it down, the end is near Insanity, it’s on his face A twisted smile, hair out of place Inspiration has its toll The suddenness can change its role A poet writes on what’s around Describes the every single sound A painting’s not the poet’s game A landscape set inside a frame.Nathan J LamoureuxAttachments:
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Post by ??? on Oct 1, 2015 19:51:35 GMT
I just put this through google translate, for shits and giggles. here you go, enjoy:
Photography poet not a game Landscape in the region as a whole This is not the brush spring Pens, pencils, located on the site I stood up again Your heart begins to function again The poet returned to the idea, The night is very dark, but coming Handle film for the whole page Paes is unable to guess very quickly His mind was clear path You will write that the end is near Madness in the face A wry smile, the hair on the Site The inspiration of his own My role will likely not be abrupt changes What has been done about writing about the poet Description of each sound Photography poet not a game The horizontal orientation of the legs.
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