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Trivia Night
Contributed by
akire_aust
on
Tuesday, 22nd August 2006 @ 10:46:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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Grandeur sits upon the shoulders pixies lacing my glasses,
Speaking in tongues on the shelter in my view,
Time for the decoys to rid me from this maroon emporium,
Gibberish stemming from foam filled mouths,
Counterfeit thoughts on topics of which they cannot disclose,
Rose-shaded prisms stare back,
Turning clouds into lenses and lenses into clouds,
Pawning clarity for volatility, opening a jar of ink coloured spines,
Incoherent disclosure on all and everything,
Consistency falls and flows in this arrangement of natter,
Dear friends, love lovers and memory worshippers,
Port 86 is now open time to flood your open gate,
Rid me of this monotony,
Lace my clouds and turn my spines maroon,
Turn my morning glass to clouds and let my lens fade.
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akire_aust
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2006-08-22 10:46:17] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Trivia Night
(User Rating: 1 ) by quill_and_ink on
Tuesday, 22nd August 2006 @ 11:18:41 AM AEST (User
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Hey,
This is an awesome poem with great imagery.
I say - bring on more poems!!! |
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