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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
*Note: this is a repost from the former "Community Poem Forum". We were supposed to write about being 'shipwrecked' on a deserted island..here is what I wrote: I set out on my mission With fear and trepidation As I ventured into the depths Of the island vegetation I heard a nervous rustling Along the jungle path Terrified I thought I found A hermit psychopath But it was only kittens Playing together with such glee That I didn’t see the mother tiger Glaring from the brush at me It gave me a sudden notion For a poem about a cat So I took out my little book And made some notes on that I turned and walked up a hill Searching for a placid lake Pulling myself along with An unsuspecting snake The view was quite inspiring I jotted down some notes you see Unseen the snake then left me To write my poetry I started walking to the top But fell into a cave I never saw the spider that I brushed off with a wave I felt my way along a wall Hidden cave I did presume And never saw the opening To a pirate’s treasure room When at last I did emerge From dusty gloomy hole I thought I would wax poetic About a happy scholar mole I sat down by a bubbling stream Sad I’d no adventure to relate I soaked my feet not knowing I’d become piranha bait But suddenly I had a thought An epic poem I’d write So I jumped up and took some notes Till it was almost night All day I’d searched high and low Seeing nothing out of the norm Then made my way back to the beach My fellow poets I would inform They sat upon the sand In a circle ‘round Balladeer Gasping for each breath And shaking in such fear “What’s going on?” I asked Curiosity at this site “You look as though you were on the poor end of a fight” They looked at me in disbelief As I told my innocent tale I found no beasts, no wildness Upon my side of the trail “No snakes or tigers?” They asked Shock showing on each face “Not a one!” I replied “I think this a quiet place!” Here’s a lesson, my shipwrecked friends When in need of exploration Don’t send out deVine as a scout She’s got too much imagination |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Poet~ this is so much fun...I loved the flow as well as the story....I'd have felt the spider.....from a mile away!!  SEA |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Wonderful gaunt, and a perfect challenge poem to the topic. I really enjoyed it,and can appreciate the effort it took, as I can't rhyme worth a darn - he he |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Ah, yes...the good old days...thanks for bringing it back |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
i miss community poetry!!! you are funny o yuh |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh this is great Sharon, what an adventure it would be on a deserted island with thee. hugs great writing dear Maree Love which is not always springing is always dying. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Now THAT's a poet... forever distracted, always inspired. *G* I remember this well... and enjoy it even more on second reading! *S* |
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