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  1. #1
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    Sep 2009
    west yorkshire :)

    National Poetry Day x

    well its national poetry day today and it would be very nice if you could contribute to this thread. This years theme is about Heros + Heroines! All you have to do is write a poem about the theme it doesn't matter how long it is.

    heres mine x

    My parents look after me every day
    they reassure me and say its okay
    so I just wrote this poem to say...
    I Love You In Every Single Way

    just a short one this time
    Megan Rose x

    an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind x

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    Apr 2007
    washington, usa
    I was blessed by your poem.
    It warmed my heart
    though many miles away.
    I know that they will love,
    the words you had to say.

    Taking time to let them know,
    that you are thankful as you grow,
    will make you rich someday
    when your children stop to say
    "thank you" in that future day.

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    Sep 2009
    west yorkshire :)
    heyy thats really goood
    Megan Rose x

    an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind x

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    Ambient Design
    28 years ago I took my first course in computer programming. Our school didn't have any computers so I had to take an after school class at the university. We were learning to program in the language 'Pascal' on a Vax minicomputer, using green-screen ascii terminals.
    One of the very first thing we needed to learn was how to use the text editor, and to learn that we were given a poem to edit. The poem was really quite moving and stuck with me.
    It is included below.

    Louis MacNeice - Prayer before Birth

    I am not yet born; O hear me.
    Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
    club-footed ghoul come near me.

    I am not yet born, console me.
    I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
    with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
    on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

    I am not yet born; provide me
    With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
    to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
    in the back of my mind to guide me.

    I am not yet born; forgive me
    For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
    when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
    my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
    my life when they murder by means of my
    hands, my death when they live me.

    I am not yet born; rehearse me
    In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
    old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
    frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
    waves call me to folly and the desert calls
    me to doom and the beggar refuses
    my gift and my children curse me.

    I am not yet born; O hear me,
    Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
    come near me.

    I am not yet born; O fill me
    With strength against those who would freeze my
    humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
    would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
    one face, a thing, and against all those
    who would dissipate my entirety, would
    blow me like thistledown hither and
    thither or hither and thither
    like water held in the
    hands would spill me.

    Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
    Otherwise kill me.
    AndyRage's mantra for graphics engine code:
    "Sure - how hard can it be?"

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    Apr 2007
    washington, usa
    I can see why that one left an indelible affection. Andy. Great poem.

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    Auckland, NZ
    Whither wander ye
    oh darting sparrow child?
    Won't you land besides me
    and visit here a while?

    Must you fly so fast away?
    On wings so small and brown?
    Your poor feathers surely fray!
    So please, set yourself down.

    Why hello, little bird,
    Come perch by my left paw
    And tell me the songs you've heard
    since you left here before

    Alas! poor little sparrow!
    You were so sweet and small
    But you taste so nice, you know,
    that's why I ate you all!

    Edit: oops, missed the theme, in that case have an old one...
    Strodely bold the hero
    Down the silver street
    Sold upon her gilder
    And sandals on her feet

    Leeches dripped red droplets
    and slithered round his gourd
    Crimson was the manta ray
    Lurking over the lord

    One hand held the handle
    The other gripped a nose
    Twisting the pliers harder
    And tears fall as it grows

    ...oh wait, that's the wrong version Here.
    Boldly strode the hero
    Down the silent street
    Gold upon his shoulder
    And sandals on his feet

    Blood crept in dark droplets
    and slithered down his sword
    Crimson was the mantle
    Pooled stiffly round the lord

    One hand held the handle
    The other gripped a rose
    Tied with a silvered girdle
    And tears fall as she goes
    Last edited by Flynn_the_Cat; 10-09-2009 at 12:00 PM.

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    Oct 2006
    Pennsylvania USA
    Holey Makeral Andy!!! where did that come from??? you are usually so quiet, who knew!!! It is beautiful and thank you!

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    May 2006
    A very short one:

    Toss the pencil, burn the page,
    Grab your Wacom and use ArtRage!

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    Apr 2007
    Tiffin, OH USA
    28 years ago .... 1980. I believe that was the year I bought my Commodore VIC 20 ( and created a program in BASIC that emulated Monopoly. I had 16K of expanded memory and a tape drive. It took five minutes for the program to load. I also had an acoustic modem and a CompuServe account.
    When I took my first computer course, in 1969 as a college freshman, we never even saw a computer. We learned how to make punch cards as a way of creating a program.
    Fast forward to 1995 and the internet was just taking off. I had an Acer PC with a whopping 280 Meg hard drive and I don't remember how little RAM. But I had my first ISP (Netcom) and my first introduction to what is known today as "Social Networking" in the form of Internet Relay Chat. I also still have an ICQ account number that is around 3.5 million ... very low.
    Anyway, here's a Haiku ... not a good one I think.

    Spring showers gently then bows
    Summer thunders violent in waves of heat
    Fall tries failing in beauty

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    Aug 2009
    Tynemouth UK
    WARNING!!!, bad spelling, grammer and lack of poetry knowledge...... YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!

    Ok time for some, ehem original "poetry" .oO(not quite, poetry )

    IT lifestory, walm up poem...

    I got a sinclair spectrum back in the day.
    Aged 12, games and fun, not programming but play.

    Then an amiga 1200, Amos I adored.
    Oooo writing some code, plasma clouds, hey I was bored.!!!

    Onto PCs/mainframes/VAX/unix a bunch.
    Fifty Seven varieties of numbers I've crunched.

    You name it, I've wrote it, the list ticked, I'm done.
    So now I paint pictures with ArtRage, for fun.

    Ok, hero time....short and sweet

    Days, weeks and months, Apprehension, THE CALL.
    The trauma, the pain, pushed throught it all.

    A cry, a slap and a reflexive tear.
    Joy and dependance overcoming the fear.

    Mucho expleitives and assault to her man.
    It all still seemed worth it, a hero, my mam.
    I live in a tecno world. A world of precision, accuracy and finites.
    Art is the opposite of that for me. I dont expect to be good and that is not my aim. I want to enjoy it and let my inner artist define its own art... here's hoping, where do I begin.....

    Right Hand.
    Wacom Bamboo Fun Medium (Just got it !!)
    PC - Quad Core, Vista, 22" Widescreen
    ArtRage 2 Wacom Edition
    My Gallery (for what its worth )

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