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    A poem

    A really nice poem, written by this cat named Lord Byron. He must have been a player.

    She Walks in Beauty
    She walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
    And all that's best of dark and bright
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
    Thus mellowed to that tender light
    Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

    One shade the more, one ray the less,
    Had half impaired the nameless grace
    Which waves in every raven tress,
    Or softly lightens o'er her face;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express
    How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

    And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
    So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
    But tell of days in goodness spent,
    A mind at peace with all below,
    A heart whose love is innocent!

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    New age pussy!

    Who you tryin' to impress, jack ass?!

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    Sure as hell not you! Bugger off my thread dandy boy!

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    Re: New age pussy!

    Originally posted by LEGLESS
    Who you tryin' to impress, jack ass?!
    Chicks, dude, obviously.

    This Byron cat was one smooooooth mutha. I'll bet he always scored!

    Wish I could write like that....

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    Kirk: That's very ... magnanimous of you!
    Marta: Let me go! He's my lover and I must kill him!

    STAR TREK:The Original Series, 1966--69
    "Whom Gods Destroy," episode #71 (Star Date 5718.3)
    First aired January 3, 1969

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    Dandy boy??
    Who's the one posting Byron poems, tryin to look all deep and meaningful??!!
    Stick to trailer park trash, you dose!

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    Actually, I was reading this poem with my morning coffee, as I always tend to read poetry after I feed the chickens and milk the cows and just before I take my morning jog...

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    Fa-Q and poetry -- what's wrong with this picture? You can't go around building a solid reputation as a hardbitten, rough talking S.O.B. and then start posting poetry! What's the matter with you, son? You'll catch more flack than a quail on the first day of hunting season!

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    Allright, ya'll mutha****as! I tried to be nice and **** but, no, you ain't havin' it. Can you see the real me doctor? Doctor?!

    Hey don't miss out on what your passin
    You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha
    Eluder or the ****** up styles to get wicked
    So come on as cypress starts to kick it
    Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin
    Suckers are hidein
    Jump behind the bush when they see me driving
    Hangin out my window
    And my magnum takin out some puto's
    Acting kinda loco
    I'm just another local
    Kid from from the street getting paid for my
    Here is something you can't understand
    How I could just kill a man

    Here is something you can't understand [what does it all mean]
    How I could just kill a man

    I been doin' all the dumb ****,
    yo, because I bet it's comin' from it
    I'm not gonna waste no time,
    ******' around like I got ya hummin
    Hummin'... comin' at cha...
    And you know I had to gat ya.

    Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
    I got the clearance to run the interference
    into your sattelite, shinin a battle light,
    swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right.
    Here's an example, just a little sample.
    How I could just kill a man!
    One-time tried to come in my home,
    take my chrome, I said "Yo, it's on.
    Take cover son, or you're ass-out.
    How you like my chrome?", then I watched the rookie pass out.
    Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway...
    Hahaha... that young punk had to pay.
    So I just killed a man!

    It's gonna be a long time before I finish
    one of the many missions that I have to establish
    To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights
    and if you ain't down: bull****!
    Say some punk try to get you for your auto,
    Would you call the one-time, play the role model?
    No, I think you play like a thug
    Next hear the shot of a magnum slug
    Hummin', comin' at cha
    yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya
    How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been,
    understand where I'm coming from.
    When you're up on the hill, in your big home
    I'm out here, risking my dome.
    Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat
    just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say "**** it".
    Here is something you can't understand
    How I could just kill a man

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    Originally posted by LEGLESS
    Who you tryin' to impress, jack ass?!
    I am impressed...
    Still waters run deep.

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    me too...
    Of all the millions of sperm you had to be the one.

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    Sorry, ladies for giving in to the negative influence of those vile fiends.

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    "ouch-town, population you bro!"
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    Of all the millions of sperm you had to be the one.

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    well I grew dumb when saw the first post so thank you Fa-Q for posting one more poem , it helped to get back to normal

    gosh what a language

    if it was ME posting suchA poem they would f**king block me from this page!!!!!! sexism!

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    my all-time fav

    The Raven
    [First published in 1845]

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
    Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as `Nevermore.'

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
    On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
    Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of "Never-nevermore."'

    But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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