"'No, because 'smelt' is generally used as a verbal adjective, therefore it wouldn't really fit the sentence."
I didn't write that poem, Syren. Bardock's buddy did.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Oh, Syren...I meant that 'smelt' does refer to the act of nose-wafting-intake sense, but it would have been incorrect to use it in that lovely poem by Bardock's dad.
Anyway...
I the Fire
I the fire, as I beam sun.
Like a radiant burn, burn, burn;
The devilled rays lifting the surface's skin.
Furious and relentless, mastered by none,
As I burn, burn, burn all others dissipate.
Through the sky, hills, grass, cities dry.
I the fire, as I beam sun.
Like an Atom Bomb explodes,
I shrieking shatter through this; all destroyed.
Molten delinquents fusing all life,
As I throw clinquant rays scattering shine,
Beneath only shade does this relent.
I the fire, as I beam sun.
Burning every touched soul with I.
Descending all time, dormir.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Last edited by Ya Krunk'd Floo on Aug 19th, 2006 at 09:32 AM
Yeah, the thing is despite that poem being undeniably great, it's actually not one of mine.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Yeah, I'd go along with that. Maybe it was a hyper-real-faux mistake to balance the universe. Maybe...
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I generally write them as I post them, so that is feasible. 'Balancing the universe' is good too, though.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I'll take this opportunity to put this to bed here...
The Essence
Life lies liquid, moving moments make;
The break of dawn as we yawn and wake.
A new sun to behold, and conversations had;
As night settles, reflections can be good or bad.
There is reason in the pain of a scar-cried day,
Yeilding the birth of paths diverted, not astray.
While fresh pain stabs, twists and burns;
Moons sunk and sailed reveal what we learn.
The essence is in being, see life, feel;
A life should not be calculated, as Math and numbers deal.
To qualify a life lived by its end factor,
Would be to forget how we got there, so disregard your subtractor.
Roll with the waves, as we sail the sea of life;
A fisherman's forecast isn't always of strife.
Take knowledge from pain, laughter from joy,
As we understand the reason of our employ.
The solution is do, live full, always try,
Challenge your fears and aim so high.
If in a world of truly lived independence,
Then what you gain is learned from experience.
I may revisit it at a later date so I can make the last two verses as ammodably amazing as the first three...
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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Would you mind if I were to put the following lines in my sig?
Life lies liquid, moving moments make; the break of dawn as we yawn and wake.
To qualify a life lived by its end factor, would be to forget how we got there, so disregard your subtractor.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Yeah, I agree. I'm not much of a fan of either of the last two stanzas.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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