__________________ 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.
Rise and fall, drift my way,
Hope and flow, contour thee may,
Greeted by blowing, scented-land breath,
Met with unknowing, contested no less.
Caught inside, thundering force,
Bruised begotten, land all Morse,
Come, my home! Return, my friend!
As be stranded, no help; must mend.
As the rumble, dark, pass over,
As the sun breaks, clouds revolver,
As my head returns to air,
As my wave shakes her hair.
In the back of fleeting beauty,
Becomes the lesson, not new-to-me,
Again, will be swallowed, forgotten, then bled,
Again, will be enveloped, astonished, then shed.
Then in this all, this total, this one,
Becoming unity, enjoying fun,
It is the way, the only life,
Washing the stress, ceasing the strife.
The modern World may take my time,
But in my waterlife my mind is mine,
And this truth, instant awake,
Lies my soul always in daybreak.
__________________ 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.
__________________ 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.
It obviously doesn't take a lot to offend you, if you found that offensive. If you were trying to 'find the concept' in the first place, then what is wrong in telling you to try harder?
If I intended the poem to be overt, I would have typed it so; why should you be handed the message on a plate?
As for my social skills...get over yourself.
__________________ 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.
Well, I slept with your mum's sister's dog's puppies as your daddy rode your pet goat to the tune of 'She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain'. Then, I shat a sheet on your car and ploughed a tractor through your bungalow.
__________________ 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.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Milla, as flattered as I am that you would deign to take a ringside seat in this arena, surely the poetry forum is not exempt from your modship? Usually, in other such affairs, you are the first to lay the smackdown
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Nothing wrong in telling me to try harder, but I think I made it clear that I was having trouble with the piece... usually I would analyse a poem I particularly liked and offer suggestions for improvement, but I felt it would be rude of me to do so if I didn't grasp the overall concept in the first place.
And your social skills do leave a lot to be desired, you cannot deny that. In fact, you make it quite clear with every opportunity you have that you like to be considered obnoxious, intimidating and unapproachable.
All I requested was a brief description of your intent with regard to the poem and you couldn't provide... that's by no means my problem.
I don't remember ever having explicitly told you what a poem is about before, so it is strange that you have attempted to castigate me for refusing to do so this time.
Please don't preach to me about social skills as I really don't care how I am perceived. Indeed, it would seem that it is your errant social skills that have been highlighted here, as you took an innocuous comment and turned it into a chance to 'attack' me. Most of my conversations with you have be light-hearted, but recently you have called me an 'imbecile' - thank you - and now this.
It seems fitting, in a poetry forum, that we should leave it to Oscar Wilde to offer a conclusive observation of the preceding events...
"A man who moralizes is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralizes is invariably plain"
...It's just a shame he got his genders mixed-up in this case.
__________________ 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.
__________________ 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.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
I'm touched
Krunk, I apologise for calling you an imbecile... it was unfair of me. I should have thunk up some other amusing, less insulting word. I shall endeavour to satisfy next time.
I couldn't really care less what you call me; it's the fact that you are a stinking hypocrite that I find offensive.
__________________ 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.
- You admonish me for a lack of manners - whilst calling me nasty, nasty doo-doo names.
Don't preach if you're not a holy shit yourself. It's most unbecoming.
__________________ 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.
KMC Community Forums
Sep 23rd, 2005 12:29 AM
There.
A stinking hypocrite... validate that.
