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Post by Al Truest on Feb 8, 2005 3:18:56 GMT
In this thread please submit verse that reflects unique provincial or colloquial flavors from your region. For example I am from the southern United States, so I'll start with: Southern Comfort. Zoftig peach, heavy and sweet redolent juice clings to the cheek pecan pralines, buttermilk pie cat head biscuits baked hot and high hickory smoked bacon on a cold winter's morn fresh eggs scrambled fluffy and warm from bluegrass meadows where young foals play to great smokey mountains and gullies of clay with cherokee heritage, three states wide, my Tennessee home's a source of true pride music and culture run as deep as a well a bucolic people with good stories to tell. Let's here from you.
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Post by matanchik on Feb 8, 2005 14:48:28 GMT
Wild, wild middle east
I went to the falafel stand today, I'm tottaly not in need for sheuarma. The seller asked me to pay, So i paid and went to see darma (and greg). Near the TV i snacked some bamba, and in the evening i ate some cuba. I ate alot today, i guess i need a diet, Nevermind, i want some humus OH no, i guess i need to buy it!
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Post by Al Truest on Feb 9, 2005 3:20:37 GMT
I know and like most of these.
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Post by Adey on Feb 10, 2005 0:12:03 GMT
I'll post something here later. I think I can rely on the muse to make it's bi-annual visit..
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Post by Iago on Feb 10, 2005 2:41:25 GMT
I'll post something here later. I think I can rely on the muse to make it's bi-annual visit.. Wait. You have a muse The more you put yourself out there, the easier it gets...and less a museng.
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Post by Adey on Feb 10, 2005 2:53:25 GMT
Forward..
Formed in flame from furnace fire, This tempered town of hammered heart Once spoke of working men's desire To craft the goods of trade and mart.
This City choked on smoke then stoked It's evolution based on tools. Her barges crammed with coal and coke To feed the forge and science schools.
But now my City's clean and green. A model dream of Civic art. But in all the years that there have been, Somewhere we lost her mighty heart..
Birmingham boasts a one word motto. I've used it as the title of this piece which recalls the City's industrial heritage..
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Post by Iago on Feb 10, 2005 2:57:18 GMT
Excellent. See it's not fair not to share such talent.
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Post by Al Truest on Feb 10, 2005 3:20:08 GMT
I really enjoy this tread. 'A way to bring our world's closer together. Just south of my home state is the steel town of Birmingham Alabama. A statue of Vulcan overlooks this industrial city from it's mountain top perch. 'No doubt named in tribute of your fair city. Perhaps this theme is a way for more people to become involved in creative sharing. Great poem Adey
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Post by Adey on Feb 11, 2005 2:45:16 GMT
Thanks for the compliments. Maybe I'll post here more often, or maybe I was just inspired by the nature of this thread..I agree with Al. Using this written form is a novel way of bringing International members closer and facilitating a deeper understanding of each other through shared knowledge of our homes. Nice one.
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Post by Al Truest on Feb 12, 2005 5:05:19 GMT
Thanks. I hope to hear from everyone else on this. Even if it's just a short poem... or it could be quoted from another poet. 'No excuses now.
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Post by Al Truest on Feb 14, 2005 22:01:39 GMT
Come on people!
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Post by Al Truest on May 9, 2005 20:43:53 GMT
'Should be ready now. Yes? ;D
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Post by Adey on Jun 14, 2005 1:43:06 GMT
Come on people! This was a good thread, and the perfect anwer to those that say poetry has no value. Can we have some more contributions please?
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Post by Al Truest on Jun 14, 2005 2:15:13 GMT
Music City Lush and lovely rolling green noble people roamed the plains here a midst the pine and oak musicians flock to find their fame. There! 45 seconds!
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Post by CopyOfCpt (just say Cor) on Jun 14, 2005 10:16:25 GMT
hampered by language (I'm dutch, so lack of vocabulary):
postponed homesick blues
Behind walls holding back the sea Lie fields lined by houses I will go back to them one day To find myself amongst friends Who don't have to speak To say what they mean
Like pictures which tell tales So do actions
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