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There was a lad named Chaos who live in the North
There was a lad named Chaos who lived upon the north.
Some days upon a bicycle, he would sally forth.
The cat and dog would look at him with a wistful grin,
And sneak into the fridge and fix a Mickey Finn.
“I’ll be so cross without a trout,” Dizzy twitched her tail.
And little Jenny sat and sighed, “Where’s that Russian borzoi boyfriend for me named Mikhail?”
Off he toodled far and wide on his tiny rims,
Mermaids and troll he did search on a mirthful whim.
Down the cliffs he fell and bounced, like a rubber ball,
Luckily he landed on his head to break the spinning fall.
“Curse you, trolls!” he sa
Cake ObsessionThere is a house magnificent
With marble floors and satin drapes;
Yet the owner has a bad temperament
Which twisted his face into ugly shapes.

His life was filled with loneliness
He knew he made a mistake
To prefer work over love
He had missed his mother's cake.

He does little work yet he earns gold;
Yet if you watch his life unfold,
You'll see the pain he had as a child
Because his plans of stealing cake were defiled.

His past was filled with nonstop pain
And seconds passed in sheer disdain
Because his sister stole his cake
And threw it into a murky lake.

Evil plans are strolling his mind
All for the cake, so he could find.
He took the k
Maine: A LimerickMaine: The Land of Snow and Tractors -
where the Shotguns are plenty and the Teeth are few,
where the Men are Men and the Women are too.
Oh Lonely TomatoOh lonely tomato
so juicy, so red
I watched you sit alone
on your cold hard bed
your bed made of marble
a contrasting grey
Oh shiny tomato
i hate to see you this way

You stand out, tomato
amongst the kitchen things
your companion is the "happy mug"
which once thought it had wings
so it flew from the counter
but landed with a crash
and now its edge is chipped
but at least it didnt smash

Oh lonely tomato
you look so red and sweet
I think I'll pick you up
'cause I want something to eat
Oh lonely tomato
now you are no more
and you were too acidic
so you made my belly sore

goodbye tomato
farewell my friend
now you are eaten
and this is the end.
Ways of WalkenThe path of Walken is mysterious.
With many twists and turns.
For there's so much that awaits for you.
Follow me and you will see.

I invented a program.
To bring out your Inner Walken.
It is a simple hypnosis program.
Trigger is cowbell.

Ever wanted to be Walken?
Ever wanted to get over your fear of him?
Then this program is the thing.
The key to curing your Walkenphobia.

But beware.
I must warn you that..
That once you go Walken.
You can't go back.
And you won't be able to.

It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face you turn.
Your wish will be forever true
You will be Chris and no more you...
Cowbell. Tink Tink T
SteagleSteagle (a parody of Eagle by Abba)

----------------

NOTE:
This song is about Colbert's eagle Stephen Jr.

Stephen Colbert is inspiring, he is swell.
I love hearing the stories that he tells.
He's ever inspiring, he's really clever he is.
Stephen's truthiness is worth listening to.

And there's his mighty eagle
Go Stephen Jr, spread your wings.
Flyin' high, high, a great bird in the sky
That lovely eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, look at him fly.
With such majesty and might.
And to anywhere that he likes.

Stephen Colbert is the man, he truly is great.
He sees all and knows everything.
Stephen Jr, is an incredible flyer.
Wa
The Story of SalThe Story of Sal
Written by Jack Lotz
Age:18

Once there was a girl named Sal
Who came from the land of Pal
And really liked pots
Everyone always though she was kinda hot
So this is the Story of Sal.
.: Sleep! :.
Sleep, oh wonderful and refreshing sleep,
How skillfully evasive thou can be.
Sleep, oh how I yearn for refreshing sleep,
But thou still refuseth to come to me.
At times I close these tired eyes of mine,
And immediately fall aslumber.
Yet sometimes I start to lose track of time,
And still my wakefulness does not crumble.
I beggingly beseech thee, oh great sleep.
Please do come to rescue me from this woe.
How deeply I yearn for thee, oh great sleep,
My desire for thee continues to grow.
Sleep! What a mighty and powerful name!
Sleep! In lacking thee there's nothing to gain!
The Basket CaseThe Basket Case
Humorous

The white coats are coming now
I hear the clinking of a key
They draw so near that i can hear
I know they are coming for me
My body is aching every day
My mind is tired and stressed
Lock me up in my bedroom
And then we will all be blessed
Minya's just a little tyke....
Atomic monsters breathing fire
Don’t wake them up and rouse their ire.
Minya’s just a little tyke,
Covers miles with a little hike.
Atomic smoke rings are his thing,
Practicing to be the monster king.
Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, and Manda,
I’ve yet to see a radioactive panda.
Godzilla’s Revenge we will NOT discuss,
Don’t make me mad and start a fuss.
I miss poor Minya, he’s really cute.
To hug him would be a mighty hoot.
But I’d be kinda squished.
Not exactly something you’d have wished.
The Kamacuras are coming near…
…it time to run and hide in fear!
FairiesDew drops have gathered on
Glasses of wine,
Smelling of spring where the
Fairies have dined.
Twilight’s unfriendliness
Scours the trees,
Stealing their dreams in the
Coldness of screams.
Beasts of the shadows now
Clamber ashore
From rivers that demons have
Come from before.
Teeth shine like knives and
Blood is then spilt,
Quenching the thirst of
Lucifer’s hilt….

I thought I’d write
A lovely poem
About some fairies and gnomes,
But this is what happens
When I’m stuck on a weekend at home.
future visionthe year is now
two zero one three

just seven more
then we shall see

if we might plan with clarity
to throw away our glasses!

llp - dA - may2013
The Cunning Fool- Sweet SurpriseDoubt, doubt, whine and pout
Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore

Of course, of course, oh, fair, stubborn horse
Love, love, who wouldn’t love thee, fair as a dove?
Screaming, screaming, oh, the brat of which men having been dreaming
Lying, lying, about the things you’ve been buying
Sold, sold, it’s all for the gold
Men, men an army of, in your den

A shock, a shock, he gave you a literal rock
So funny, so funny, who’d actually marry you, honey?
Ciao, ciao, fat, saggy cow

Tis true, tis true, he left you
You lost, you lost, now who was tossed?
Broken, broken, with a chunk of junk as token

Fame, fame, now is t
Bop the CowBop the Cow
Written by Jack Lotz
Age: 11

Once there was a cow named Bop
Who really liked corn on the cop
Once he ate so much corn
That he blew up like a horn
And that was the end of Bop!
Pumpkin LimerickThere once was a happy old man,

Whose favorite pumpkin was smashed by a van.

The driver was sorry and cried very sad.

The old man just laughed and said, “Now don’t feel so bad”

Now it will be pie, all baked in a pan.
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LonelinessLeave me alone
Give me shaded rocky corners
In the shadow of the wind
Let the sun shine back upon me
You know you took it from me old friend
Please leave me. And dont come back again.

Like stone cattle through stormcloud valleys
You keep running through my mind
And I used to like the feeling but
It's hurting me this time
Take your noise and your pain
And do not haunt my mind again.

Like some maddened ancient butcher
You cut for my heart again
I once gave it to you but now
I take it back again.
Get your knife from out my chest
And do not cut at me again.

Like sandstorms from distant deserts
You callus my skin to steel
It
GhostsThe ghosts were out last night
As I walked back roads alone
Flitting at the edge of sight
Normally would chill me to the bone
To see the black horse toss his head
Rider less he is, and free
No reigns adorn him, it's said
But his saddle waits empty for me.

Others also haunted my lonely path
As I walked last night alone
The black haired twin wraith
Whose eyes are cold as stone
Took the shape of young women
In long black dresses
Sharpening their knives of human bone.

The horse he stood before me
The wraith to either side
I knew that if I passed that point
I would surely die.

A moment I stood waiting
As a tear slid down m
The What-if'sWhat if…
What if…
What if…
What if…
What if I…
What if I'm…
What would I do if I...
What would you do if we…
What should I do?
For me
For you
For ours?
What if I'm…
What if I…
What if…
What if…
What if…
WasI was the stone,
I felt nothing I moved not.  
My heart was hardened in my chest
And when I slept I took no rest.
I existed,
My heart was cold and moved not.
And when I saw other's pain
I laughed until I died again.
I felt nothing.

So long ago I only remember
Those days have passed and gone.
Now when I see the pain in others
I almost can't help but cry along.

It hurts so bad
To see you falling to the ground
I am powerless to help you
You struggle on in hope to get through.
Please don't give up.
My unfamiliar emotions warring
I don't understand all this
It almost makes me wish
That I was stone.

So long ago I only
WatchingI see you
Tough on the outside,
But inside, good.
You hurt, same as everyone
Maybe deeper
For all you keep it hidden.

I see you give
Trying so hard to help others
Paying no mind to your own wounds.
You'll kill yourself this way.

Accept the help that's offered.
Talk,
Get out of your shell.
It may seem safe but that shell
Locks comfort out
And all the poison in.

Take it, damn you.
Cant you see?
I am a taker, I never give.
To you, I offer one small thing.
Believe me,
It hurts me as much to offer
As it hurts you to ignore.

You would hate me if you knew me
But that is not the case.
In this context you could

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Elves Nighttime Welcome

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In the dark
Search the stars
On this moonless cloudy night
For the magic
Of the elves
As they play the glimmering light
Like a top
Like a song
Those who can see all delight
In the whispered lighting fancies they behold.

It’s the elves
Who control
The light that’s in the dark
And their magic
That we see
With each beating of our heart
So look up
In the night
Leave the city find a park
And loose your conscience in the magic of the elves
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This is the prize promised for getting my 666th pageview. the prize goes to xxkorinxx, (thank you, I hope you're not disapointed in the poem.)
she gave me a list of words to include.

Elves
Magick
Moon
Night
Stars
Light
Dark
Ying and Yang

I got them all but Ying and Yang. (sorry)
this poem is a bit diferent than my usual style.
anyway, I'll quit ranting.

ENJOY!
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Mood: Sentimental ~DustOfTheMoonlight Aug 26, 2007
I don't know your other poems but that you changed your style a little was a great idea. It's really great. I love the last sentence.
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~TeArFrOMaHeARtLesSSo Jun 28, 2004   Writer
Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
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~fat-lionell May 22, 2004
that one is alot more light hearted than yours usually are. Almost as light hearted as mine.
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~Panther-Nora May 22, 2004
It's not in my usual style because of the word list and all such.
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~Kriasai May 4, 2004
Nice rythm. Sounds like the elves are having a party! XD
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~Panther-Nora May 4, 2004
yeah, an elvish star-party!
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~Kriasai May 4, 2004
An elvish rave, perhaps?
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~Panther-Nora May 4, 2004
As close as they come to having raves.
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*Melanophrionsa May 4, 2004
(shivers) Hatehatehatehateeeeee elfs. Its an exelent poem but i dislike elfs. They tried to kill poor darky. (<-Its a story currently in progress)
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~Panther-Nora May 4, 2004
There are several kinds of elves, you know. I am talking about the magical little ones who control the stars, who have never tried to kill anyone.
They are cousins of other elves.

I can hardly wait to read the story about the elfs who tried to kill you. I'm sure it'll be really good.
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