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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA 
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Similes, Anyone? Interesting assignment here. I want you to write about some person (family member, ex-lover, friend, etc), describing them or comparing them to an object. We'll call this Simile One. My love is like a red, red rose Then, for Simile Two, reverse the idea and write about some object, comparing it to a family member or person. The car belched as badly as My old man after franks and beans Try to come up with some interesting comparisons, something at least a rung higher than, "my ex, the dog.."  |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Okay, I am thinking .. something other than "My first boyfriend was refried beans; he kept coming back and stinking up the place?" |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
That's a metaphor, Alison. You have to use "as" or "like" if it's to be a simile..  A simile is as easy as pie - A metaphor is a piece of cake! Back to the playground I go |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
My sister, like a gargoyle, sees the world Through stony eyes from steeples tall The gargoyle, like my sister, holds its tongue And clings to its opinions as a wall  |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Aha...I see Grinch is picking up Dr. Moose habits and combining multiple tasks into one piece of work. You did it well. Not only do you always follow the guidelines, your finished product is always worthy. You have style, sir  |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Mine is here: /pip/Forum22/HTML/000938.html |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
my love is like a red, red rose, a handsome blossom in repose. The rose is like my darling Rick, the handsome blossom hides a prick. sorry! i couldn't resist .. I'll bring lotsa apples for the teacher and a new simile soon *grins, nails Alison with a spitwad and quickly dances off to try a few of these lessons!* Sheli It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
 (are you related to Dr. Moose, by any chance?) |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
not that I know of .. I wish I had even a drop of the talent Doc does *chuckles* glad to make ya snicker, Teach! Sheli It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Hey, Sheli! I'd say that it is about time that you got your butt over here. I think your muse is lost some place in the workshop. Remember two years tomorrow - you linked me to PiP? Thank you for the birthday present that has kept on giving like none other that I have ever received. I love you, prickly one. Ali |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
Ali, my muse went on strike .. or out for a quart of milk or donuts or something, haven't seen her for a while. You waylaid her and stole her donuts, didn't you?! *glares* you're very welcome for your birthday present! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much for so long I love you, a bushel and a peck  Happy Birthday!! Sheli It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw ~Calvin & Hobbes |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
my grandfather,like a train, traveling the country, from dusk to dawn. the train, like my grandfather, always moving head on. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Ken, that is excellent!!! |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Ok Balladeer Sir! Here is my attempt at a Simile. I'm very slow at getting these things. Geesh! But, I did my assignment, so can I go join Nan out on the palyground, now? My daughter is like a roadrunner |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Slow but steady, Rose. You did a good job! Meet Nan on the teeter-totter |
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Taylor See Member
since 2008-10-07
Posts 55North Carolina, US |
Hey, I combined both of them  I'm starting to enjoy this! My son was the shining sun to me, Who shone so bright at night. The sun was my son so full with glee, His laugh set all to right. My son was the brave white moon to me, Who loomed and shed the gloom. The brave white moon was my son, Jamie, The laugh that filled our room. My son was a star in the fading light, Who whirled into my world. The star was my son, I held him tight, In my arms so rightly curled. And as each player moves their piece, confident and tall |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
That's great, Taylor! I'm enjoying reading your work! |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
I don't think that similes and metaphors are my forte (at least, not yet.) This is something I feel I need to develop. But can I play too? Here are three I've just written; honest and constructive feedback is welcome as always: Ernest was like a carpet Trodden on with no respect; The carpet was like Ernest Gathering dust, e’er at rest. _____________________________ Clement smelled like vinegar He would rarely have a shower; Vinegar was like Clement Over-aged and sour by ferment. _______________________________ Amy’s like a taxi For many use her for high fares; The taxi’s like Amy Who couldn't tally her affairs. _______________________________ |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Yippee, Balladeer! Thanks. Here I come, Nan. |
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