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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:12:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Post a poem: To Death</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189724.html#189724</link>
  <description>Anything really. Anything anybody writes... It can always be better. Lol. So If you would be willing to take the time it would be much appreciated!</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:12:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Broken Fingers: a point of return</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189723.html#189723</link>
  <description>many thanks, man!</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:56:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Poetry Discussion: Do you remember...?</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189722.html#189722</link>
  <description>I&#039;ve always considered attempting to memorize something to be a cruel torture for me. I would rather write a twenty page research paper than attempt to memorize something of any length -- seriously, I would. My mind just doesn&#039;t do memorization very well, I&#039;ve never been able to do it no matter how hard I tried. Whenever a cruel teacher would attempt to make me memorize something in school I could maybe get through it if absolutely necessary but to me it was harder and more difficult than writing my 150 page senior thesis for college. I have a difficult time in even remembering lines to my most favorite of songs (correctly at least, I make words up quite often) that I&#039;ve heard thousands of times.

I do remember the content of the great poems I&#039;ve read before and a few lines if given back to me will spark my remembrance of which poet and poem, but for some people memorizing (like me) can be an extremely difficult and painful thing to do. Maybe that&#039;s just the way my brain works though?

 -- j.</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Post a poem: FAR  BEHIND - for  my  dad,</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189721.html#189721</link>
  <description>&quot;the weeds are woven in too deeply&quot; 
amazing line! I love this and will fave it. Oh I can&#039;t sorry...</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:38:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Post a poem: One Day (Shakesperian Sonnet)</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189720.html#189720</link>
  <description>I particularly like &quot;bluebirds, their sirens singing in chorus&quot; This is a lovely job and I like it very much! G.</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:31:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Broken Fingers: ephemeral</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189719.html#189719</link>
  <description>nice to  read</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:51:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Broken Fingers: obamination</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189717.html#189717</link>
  <description>remind me  not  to  play  scrabble  with  you---

enjoyed!!

good    thoughts</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:43:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Post a poem: Helix Creed</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189716.html#189716</link>
  <description>Guide on the single strand 	  
                                                                                                     Churning through the fray

    Twisting for what may 	               
                                                                                                 Assess this helping hand 
       
        Cast into this mold                 
                                                                                             Grown out of empty space
        
            As entities of grace        
                                                                                          Trace time of our desire

                Grow onward to design   	
                                                                                      Climb upward to divine                                   

                    Take something of this life 
                                                                                  Apart from conscious mind 
                         
                        Crawl out among the stars
                                                                              Gold goblets in your eyes 
            
                            Ask of them your place
                                                                          To spread these wings and fly 
                                
                                 Give to those a name 
					  Composed in lullabies
                                  
                                     Twice as clear as sight 
                                                                   And half the fettered lies 
                                        
                                         Clearly we have tried
				         Grossly we have failed

                                             Almost made it through
				      To stain away the trail 
                                                 
                                                 Gone now are those names
                                                         Charted out and mapped

                                                     Their purpose we have lost
				All meaning we have sapped

                                                          Cold senses we betray
                                                   Good reasons we dispense

                                                               All these lives we waste
                                                Trapped in this dissidence

                                                                   Gapping holes to fill
                                            Collapsing in the dark

				                 Those days are now behind
                                         Ahead are days to mark 

                                                                               Guide on the single strand 
                                    Twisting for what may 

                                            		               Assess this helping hand 
                                Churning through the fray 

                                                                                        Take something of this life
                             Grow onward to design
						          
						           As entities of grace 
                         Climb upward to divine
                        
                                                                                                  Trace time of our desire  
	        Grown out of empty space

                                                                                                      Crawl out among the stars
	    Ask of them your place 

							           Give to those a name 
              To spread these wings and fly
                                  
							               Apart from conscious mind
          Gold goblets in your eyes</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:04:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>The Rewrite Workshop: knot tonight</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189715.html#189715</link>
  <description>thanks for the advice loisseau, someone told me to do a poem titled not tonight, so it&#039;s a fun one using play on words and cliche&#039;s.I am gonna take your advice though because your right it has potential, i liked the idea of it but it hasn&#039;t quite worked, hence why its here.</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:48:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>Post a poem: outlaws</title>
  <link>http://gotpoetry.com/Forums/viewtopic/p=189714.html#189714</link>
  <description>LOL. Doesn&#039;t everything?</description>
  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
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