Just ask if you want one of yours on the list of poems( you will become one of the Poem givers).
Poem dairy for today: I added some new ones injoy!
thank all the Poem givers so far:

*Moonsorrow
*Mick Kreiger
*Xhunter

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Fire

Like a fast dance it dances at night and day
it dances in the sky at day
and it dances on the ground at night fuiling the passion of a story
The fire burns the passion and rises the tempers

Like a puma's sliny black coat the flames slide back and forth
It spilles into every corner of the soul like quieck silver
And it drowns the cold of winter
The fire burns the Path and rises the Dance

Like a song it is always remembered even after its flames fall cold
Its always stands at the foot of the dreams that seem so distant
And it remembers the good and bad times of your life
The fire burns it mark in the soul and rises the dreams of late

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soul and mind

This morning i set and watch as the window grows brighter
my legs are pulled under me and my masked chin is resting on my legs
the sun starts to rise
the sun throws twisted shadows on my silver twisted mask

my mask wears a twisted grin
even though the naked lips under it are frowning
Its hollow eyes show my ice blue eyes
which holds as much ice as a frozen lake

as i watch the sun rise my shadow starts to leave
like the blanket of time as they pass
but the shadows within stay to greet another day
another time another moment

i start to think
is it all only a play?
is it even real?
did someone just put strings on it so it can be drown up into that starry sky?

as the sun rises i see cars
as the sun shines i sense a trueth
but even so i just turn over and sign
let thy sun rise but leave me the night. . .



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The loner of the soul

I am not what you hear of me
I am not what you say I am
I am what I want of me
I am what I say of me

I lie on my bed lone day after day
I lie on the bed looking up at nothing
I am not a lazy person
I am not what you think of me

I am not a unpatant person
I could lie there for days and not get annoyed
I am in my thoughts
I never care for what comes up in it

I am cold still inside as I watch a bug go by
I am traped in the past forever
I don't see a end to the past or the thoughts
I am always remended of the things that past

I am the loner of the soul
I am the center of my thought
I am what I am
I am not mad at the thought

I know the answer
I know the truth
I will not let no one try to make me think it a lie
I will not let myself into the future thoughts

--Xhunter

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this one is from moonsorrow
injoy!

We hide under masks,
That hide not only our face but what we are,
We don't want to be seen for what we are,
Only to be seen as we wish,

Some don't hide under the masks,
They show their faces to the world,
They feel the sun in and outside,
They are beautiful,

Because they took a chance.

--moonsorrow
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to loss somthing

We never realize it but we all have something good,
Till that good thing passes,
And only the pain of loss and memories burden’s use,
Be it someone or be it pet,
Time heals little pains but memories hold the punch of old pains,
Be they happy one or be they sad,
--xhunter


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Who Are You

Who are you
perhaps i lied to myself for so long
that you became true
and i listen to the end of our song


Aeterna Lacrimosa

In the end i watched you go
I watched you take her hand
now i must be the one to leave
now i am the one who has to go

Into the Mysts i must depart
To heal my wounded and broken heart
Have a happy life with her
but remember she is the one who made me depart

I lament allowing myself to open up
Opening up to you made me fall in love
And now i know something
I was the first rung allowing you to go up

i said i would become lacrimosa for no one
but still i have become lacrimosa for you

I lament allowing myself to open up
Opening up to you made me fall in love
And now i know something
I was the first rung allowing you to go up

Aeterna, Aeterna, Aeterna
Lacrimosa Aeterna
Vos no mihi Aeterna Lacrimosa
Ego diligo vos nam defleo vos...Aeterna Lacrimosa


Latin Words Meaning:

Aeterna- Eternal
Lacimosa- Tearful, Mournful, Weeping
Vos no mihi- You made me
Ego diligo vos nam defleo vos- I love you but now...

Aeterna Lacrimosa is dedicated to my deer Mick Kreiger

--Mick Kreiger

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these two poems are from --Mick Kreiger
injoy (there great)

Secrets, Lessons, Wisdom and Heart

Outside his mind
Outside his soul
One cannot see his ties that bind
Keep his heart as black as coal

Inside his cage
one must go
and learn all about this mage
before you can know

The secrets of the Watcher
The lessons of the Teacher
The wisdom of the Listener
The heart of the young man

Inside his life
Inside his heart
His love causes him strife
He wishes to take no part

No more can he stay
Yet he cannot flee
Trapped, come what may
His foes are filled with glee

The secrets of the Watcher
The lessons of the Teacher
The wisdom of the Listener
The heart of the young man

The Wisdom of the Watcher
The Heart of the Teacher
The Lessons of the Listener
The Secrets of the young man

In times like these
He stalks around the trees


Mick's Haiku

Come and see his face
Dazzling bright blue eyes gaze down
The sea watches us

--Mick Kreiger

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Cold and wet

I am cold and wet
as i walk around on this ground
I do not care
as i walk threw a stream
I am grinning
as i watch the rain touch my skin
and drip into my soul

I am cold and wet
as i follow this path in the rain
I can't see where i am going
as i take another step then another then another. . .
I am humming
as i take another step forward
and following this path stile

I am cold and wet
as i come to a stop in the road
I see a small hudded creature siting on a stump
as i look up i see two paths
I am looking at the hudded creature
i see red eyes and no face
it looks up and say, "Which path you may chose?!"

I look at it and say, "I am cold and wet"
as i watch it sitting there i grin again
I watch it as i say
"as i walked around on this ground
I do not care
as i walked threw a stream
I was grinning
as i watched the rain touch my skin
i felt it drip into my soul"

it looks up and says to me
"O, as you followed the path in the rain
could you see where you were going
as you take another step then another then another. . .
did you hum
as you took another step forward
and followed the path stile?"

I am cold and wet
as i watch this creature as it asked me
I talk to it again and say
"I am cold and wet
I could not see where i was going
I did hum as i took more steps
I did follow the path stile."

I am cold and wet
as i follow the left path away
I am grinning again for what i had said
as i thought about its words
I am falling down in this rain
as i tryed to take another step
wispering, "I followed the path
where it led
I am grinning as i feel this pain in my head
I am lie here
as i think
I am cold and wet. . .







The X stands for something

The X stands for something
What does it stand for you ask?
It stands for a past
It stands for a moment
It stands for my soul

The X stands for something
Why did you chose the X you ask?
Because the X is a sign to yeuld
Because it protects and saves
Because it stands for my used to be

The X stands for something
When did you start with X you ask?
I started with X when i saw a truth
I started with X when i took a hard leep that told me to Start
I Started with X when i sat and watched a sun set and the moon rise

The X stands for something
What
Why
When
I have answered you so go with the knowlehge of my start



: Poem dairy and doring notes feel free to ignore these.
:Anicent things and all: Today i think that i will add poems of anicent times. i am in a strange mood that i can't understand what it is but it is strange. i thought this will be fun so i'm adding some vidieos that i thought funny for people from youtube about ninjas or whatever so if you don't like the poem watch a show.
Warning: my make you laugh so don't stand, eat, drink soda, or talk to someone wile watching these. at injurys are your fault for watching them. injoy
ninjas
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qabTVV2wqLU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYicvmoeVWY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v51BCrABwcc
enya song that i thought a theme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs8AXlTwhJ0


To dream of anicent places

Have you ever wondered what it would be like?
To dream of anicent people
To dream of anicent places
To dream of anicent drawings, songs, and poems?

Have you ever dreamed of gods of the anicent words?
Dreaming of meeting Imhotep
the god of learning and medicine
Dreaming of meeting Osiris
the god of inundation and vegetation
Dreaming of meeting Artimise
The goddess of the hunt
Dreaming of Loge
the god trickest of the viking storys?

To see the temples of the aztecs and of the Icans
To see the lush forests of the anicent world and the lepords of aztec legends
To Look at anceint empires of china
To look at the Mountions and walk in Pampaie before to volcane took it
To walk around atlantic and to see the sights
To ride to elderoda on a limp legged steed

Do you dare Dream?



To dream of anicent times?

To dream of anicent times do you dare dream?
Over some valleys and threw some hills?

Down in a fairy moud
Running over the fields of a place you never been
Entering a dragon's layer and leaving a flower
Around the forest and see the wolves
Makeing a silver chain for a fairy to wear on its head above its pointy miscivous ears.

Over a scearm that flows from a waterfall
Flying with a dragon or sleeping on the ground

After sleeping you wake to run again with the wolves
Never stopping to think to the future you are from
Interested in only the mystery of anicent times
Calling to the Howling wolves
Eating a mint leaf or two with a side of elder berry tea
Naming the sounds of birds
Telling the creatures you see of the future

Telling them of songs and pictures they tell you your crazy
In the moon like at night you site on the ground and think wile watching the stars
Making a poem and a song to feel the sky with magic
Ending up you spell a word or two wrong and laughing at the stars
Sleeping in now left and you must now open your eyes
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: I am feeling good today and thought of these as you might all like. sense there is a lot of hard and all feelings i made some poems to calm the ruff edges and intertane people. I am the Harlquin of this stage and will intertane you today. :


We Wear the Masks
We wear the Mask to school
We wear the Mask to work
We wear it with others
We wear it at specil events

Why do we wear them?
only to remove them when we lie our heads down to sleep
Why do we not show our faces
when they, the masks, are but a clay thing that sits cold to the skin

What does your mask look like?
is it red, gold, blue, green, black, or white?
What does your mask look like?
is it got tears runing down it or a half moon smile with the large eyes that are curly?
What does your mask look like?
is it got blue eyes behind it or a chestnut color to it?

Once i heard a famour person say
"All the World's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They Have their exitsand their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts!"
Do you know who i speek of?
Yes. No. Mybe?

When, like he said, play our parts
Is it in the park
Is it in the Schools
Is it in the work place
Yes?

Is it too our stage
When we close the door and go to our beds and sit down and slowly remove our masks?
When we are with someone we see as the same and removing our masks is but ok and we fear nothing when we see our real faces?
When we sit by the window and look out at the other Actors on the ground in the night or the day?

Think of this when you think of me
What do you see under your mask of half moon smile and curly eyes?
Are you vile and ill tempered
Are you sad and lonely
Are you happy and just wear the mask for Appearance?

What do you see under your mask of flowing tears and Narrowed eyes"
Are you happy and can't think of a better mask to exsperce it
Are you just scared or neutral to all feelings and wear it only to trick people to leave you allown
Are you just tired of this world and its Actor ready for your next act to come and move on to another stage?

Think of these mask when you think of me this is what i will say and what i will wear
When you wear the mask of war i will say 'let the better actor prevale' and wear the mask of reason
When you wear the mask of tears i will say 'do you need help with your act?' and wear the mask of understanding
When you wear the mask of happyness i will say 'you need not me, for i am a searcher' and walk away to my queit place and meditate and will wear the mask of no calm
when you wear the mask of consern i will say 'what is on your mined today?' and wear the mask of the tempest.

now that you heard my part in this play
and seen my acts on this small stage
and see my many masks of trueths and lies
and heard my sarcastic and lulling voice
and hear my bowing steps and my stepping back off of this stage
and felt my passions and buzzing tone
and feel my precense on this small stage leave

i will now step off and take a breathe
and i will pull my mocking mask out and pull it onto my head
and under its laughing mouth i will grin
and look at this world and think of my preformance and will only show my eyes of insane laughter,
i will take a step off and start my newest act
and i will become the Harlequin of this new stage saying my practiced part
"Another stage, another act"



The sight of the Harlequin
I watch by the side of the stage in the dark as the Audience comes in
I practice my turns and my acks and my words and my storys that i bring to this Audience
I hear the alian sound of the strange but Recognizing sound of the music
I pull back to my quartes

Looking at my shelf i see my masks and my closes
Looking at the masks i find the narrow faced chin one with the Mischievous smile and wide eyes with the hair that comes out as a Mohawk that is red and green
Looking at my cloths i chose the ones that are Dark blue and Dark red
Looking at the boots i pull on the ones with the feathers on the back and Red on the front of the leather
Looking at myself in the mirror i see my Mischievous grin under the mouth of my mask
and the reds and blues of my suit

as i hear the calling horn to all the actors to enter i turn without a sound and run to my place
when i am there i look at the others jump around and turn and kick and bow then repeat themselvies again
i see the main faces that watch in awe at the actors graces
i watch the speeker with his green and his mainy colors,
like a Magician stand in the front of the many flying Harlequins and looking up at some invisible sky,
saying, "This stage is but our play ground, you come here today to watch our many acts and lestion to our many stores!''
My part is coming...

The stage grows dark and the speeker wakes out and looks at the audience
"This stage is but our play ground, you come here today to watch our many acts and lestion to our many stores!''
He watches the faces that are clear and those that are amused and those that are awed...
He thinks to himself 'I am glade this mask hides my sad face, these practiced lines and these lame parts'
He watches as the darkness covers him and he slipes threw the trape door that he most climb down

He climbs to the top of the stage and watches within the shadow as all the Harlequin move away
the stage goes black
after a stream of light touches the center of the stage to show a Kneeling Creature
a creature, a Harlequin of Blue and Red slowly spins as she stands and she is holding to dagger?
Yes a Harlequin, the harlequin of a twisted god, tells a story of the twisted god

He watches her turn a turn and watches the daggers turn with every move
but never did it move from its spot on the center of the stage
out of the darkness three more come
one with white feathers and a crans mask and with two white fan in hands with a calm look
one with a peacock feathers and a peacock mask with two green axes and a smiling look
One with a black feathered suit and a mask of a bird this two black daggers and a haunting smile

He watched the three go small circles around the one in the center
the center harlequin stepped for the first time up and turned as it bowed...

The audience watched in awe as the harlequins jumped around and try to strike at the center Harlequin
When the three would corner the center one it only sneaks under there blades and jumps around
How they tried to murder the center harlequin
Most of the audience watched in awe
Others with a twisted smile
Some in fright and horrer

as the center Harlequin stopped again at the center of the stage it turned
it threw a dagger at the cran Harlequin
with a cry for mercy it fell and lye still
it threw a dagger at the Peacock Harlequin
with a cry of agony it folded and fell on its side

The audience watched with horrer
Only the crow Harlequin stood before the center Harlequin
the center harlequin jumped to the bodys of the murdered and got its daggers
as it twisted and jumped back to the center the other looked around at the other two
as it slowly fell to its kneeling part the center harequin laughed a insane laugh
the audience realised its breathes and looked down

as a shreak of pain came from the stage the audience looked up
two daggers were in the black harlequin's chest
the center harlequin turned and bowed to the crowd...

as every think when dark she watched the other three harlequins quickly grab there weapons and move off stage
she followed...

as He came back onto the stage he looked up again and said
"A new hope for a broken hope is this story today"
everything went quite.


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time
What is it?
is it somthing we can truely count or is it somthing that can only be geussed?
when did it ever start,
when did it ever leave?

why can't i see it,
why can't you see it?
do you know the meaning of it,
does it know how it works itself?


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yes this is mine i pulled it off my other blog
*bows*
this poem is for fun and hope you all like it.
it reminds us of the emportance of the ecosystems and the elements around the world. *cheers to*
*forests *deserts *oceans * artics *plains *mountions *swamps
this is one of my gratest poems of all of my poems.

RESPECT OUR EARTH!
IF the rain ever listen to the sun there would be no rain,
If there were no rain there would be no oceans,
If there were no oceans there soon would be no lakes,
Without the lakes the rivers would fold and the streams would perish,
That is the end of all water,

WITHOUT water the plants would follow,
The ancient trees would fall,
If the ancient trees would fall the flowers would die under the basking sky,
Without the plants all creatures would soon follow,
The end of all life,

WITHOUT water and life there would be no winds,
The winds would die without the grateful oxen,
The winds would perish as the rest,
There would be no distant sigh no longer,
The ending of wind,

WITHOUT water, wind and life the ice would perish,
The climates would rise folding the cold,
Little by little the snow would melt,
Till there is no more,
The ending of ice,

WITHOUT water, wind, ice and life the deserts would rise,
There would only be deserts stretching under the skies,
There would only be stone,
The time would pass and the day would come,
The basking stone would turn to lava,
The end of stone,

WITHOUT water, wind, ice, life and stone the fire would come,
The corpses that have perished under the deserts would burn,
Till the last corpse is burned,
The end of fire,

WITHOUT water, wind, ice, life, stone and fire the mountains would fall,
The lava would sink it’s teeth into the last of earth,
Till there are no earth,
The end of earth,

WITHOUT all there elements the earth would become a sun,
The lava in the magnetic core would turn the sun into a
Magnet,
A small magnet the earth is to be to pull other plants closer,
Till the sun of the morning sky is pulled to the new arrival,
The new sun soon perishes like the other few plants in there paths,
The end of light,
…….the beginning of darkness





geuss who the poem is talking about.

as dark falls and the rivers play,
as the owls hunts and the nice forge,
as the trees loss there greens to darker places,

walking around in the dark they do not care,
walking around each other they play,
walking together they hunt as one,

some of them cry to the sky,
Some of them laugh to the sky,
Some of them howls there welcomes to the sky,

looking around with golden eyes,
looking around with grey eyes,
looking around with green eyes,

looking into the woods they walk,
looking into the water they play,
looking into rocky gorges they stop to find another way,

lying on the ground they drift,
lying on the ground they sleep,
lying on the ground they dream,

to a stary sky,
*howls*

imaginary Friend
My imaginary friend.
We walk on the same trial side by side;
But when a sundering divide in the trials of life comes We walk our own ways.
I walk the grassy trial.
You walk the dirt trial.
I walk down the trial of shadows;
Seeing only the loneliness of my life.
Without a friend but my imaginary friend.
You come to my aid of the lonely days;
But the trials soon brings hardship to you
And for the times we are not with one another; Remember this we will meet again;
Till then we will walk.
The lowly trials alone.
Till we meet again old imaginary friend;
Till then farewell and good luck;
Hope and love will never let you walk the trials I did, My imaginary friend

imaginary friend

Meaning= sometimes the most important friend is your imaginary friends.



this one is a play on words. its about the habit of tiger lilys. yes there striped and orange, they grow tall and a long lived, the last to parts mean that they are hard to find. and if you have some there scent is ten times better than the rose!

Tiger lily,
Striped an orange,
Large and strong,
Quiet and swift,
… as a shadow.


this one is of the unexplanible. this one means everything has a meaning and it has a part in it that means dark is not evil. dark is dark, light is light,

….Unknown…

….When your heart flies….
....Why does a river stop flowing under the mid-night sky….
…. When the seas turn red of a painted sky….
….Why does a web of stars rise over the mountain in a black sky….
….When a wolf sighs to a moonlight sky….
..Why a sigh in the wind is taken farther into a sky of webbed stars..
….when a flower wilts….
….Why does a heart dies under a solemn webbed sky….
….When does a person love the darkness….
….Why does the darkness look so beautiful and full of life….
….When a storm comes….
…. Why does a desert sky sing of the rhythm of storms….
…. When a stone is cast into the water….
…. Why does the black water run away from the single stone….
…. When one speaks….
…. Why does one not heard in a whisper….

meanings, these are random meanings about different subjects for everyone there might be a different one. these are some of my meanings and my butchering of my own stuff.

Braveness= the bravest thing you can do when you are not brave is to profess courage and act accordingly. (or you can do one braven thing then run like ****____).
Enterprise= do not follow where the path may lead and go instead where is no path and leave a trial. (just make sure there is no poison ive, ouch!)
Ambition= I’ve got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom. (this means that boredom is deadly, o on! boredom, run!)
Attitude= happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong the amount of work is the same. (So if your lazy you can do both)
Hope= we must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope. (defeat is not permonit until there is no more hope)
Motivation= success is not final, failure is not fatal it is the courage to continue that counts. (this means like your in a line for lunch and they have pizza)
Kindness= if the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it. (just don't liet too many, don't want to burn down the world.)
Determination= The determination to win is the better part of winning. (No comment, ow a little lepercone, catch him!) LOL
Self discipline= she that would govern others, first should be master of herself. (this was not mean to keep away from the cake, hay! don't hide that cake!)
enjoy.


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this on is a random one. i liked the flow but even so as i look back at it, it does have a sercret meaning. the mean stood for my feelings how i saw mistery and felt like things were a mistery in dreams. manly the parts of this is part of my random dreams i exspecenced.

mistery

look apon my shore,
What do you see?

Do you see a sun bleached sunset?
Do you see a moon light isle?

lisson apon the ice,
What do you hear?

Do you hear enthing?
Do you hear nothing?

taste apon the fruts of eve,
What do you taste?

Do you taste the flowers of spring?
Do you taste the Bitter of winter?

smell the tiger-lilys of the spring,
What do you smell?

Do you smell the sweet of Now?
Do you smell the bitter of past?


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this one was planned. i was thinking at the time but i found the meaning to this one as well. manly it's me talking to the midnight skies, i was inspired by the skyies on a visit to the mountains.
1 part is when i look down at a puddle or water at night. i was on a dock at night looking down into the water watching the skies from there. i was out there allown everone was asleep.
2 part means the beauty of the stars and deep blues told of different days and it spoke to me mently.
3 part means as it continued to talk to me mently it said mainly, "how are we different than one another?"
4 part means i tell it that i am differnt because i am part of the earth as it is of the sky.
5 part means it asked when will i too be of the sky.
6 part means i tell it when i die or sleep i will go there.and i will look apon it's heavens and talk of its hells. then i can be there forever.
7 part means that i watched the water until midnight pass. the wish it gave me was of peace.


mirror

1).looking down on the pool i see a truth,
A face of love and a longing lies,

2).a word of midnight ties,
the ties of midnight wisper to me,

3).Over and over speaking to me,
"o, were do you stand apart from me"

4).i look up and say
"i stand on the earth,
tied and bound here for my life"

5).Midnight looks down and speaks again,
"when will you be up here?"

6).I say,
"When, i pass from the limits of this earth,
or when i pass to a short sleep,
then will i walk your heaves and speek your hells,
then we can be together"

7).i look down and watch midnight pass,
the mirror in the pool did not grow dark,
it only gave me my wish,

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Winter

After all the green turns to gold,
The tempter starts to fall,
Soon in it’s mid-future a piece of white falls,
Another then Another,
Till the ground is covered in white,
All trees are covered in white,
The only sound is the song of the wind,
Now Breathe turns to smoke,
Rivers are soon to be Ice plates,
On there Banks are few skeleton grasses,
The sound of water is only but a muffle,
Above them lie the cloudy skies,
Grey and light shows shows in the paled light,
Soon white turns to patches of green,
And water is cuffed to sound,
Trees soon would grow a new,
And winter will turn to spring,
The endJ

the meaning of this poem is of winter slowly turning to spring.
here are some other ones
tell me if you like them

wisdom
when time seems to stop,
Is the every drop of water in the seas,
See is not important only the heart's words,
Dawning of a new start,
Only the speech of a wordless store,
Many new ways to become one with others,
Wisdom

the meaning of this one is that wisdom is ever thing and enything. threw out life we learn wisdom from every preson and every place. even though this is true that means that we have no wisdom ,true wisdom from are selvies that is, but that of hundreds of people and places how cool is this! wisdom can be found in all so keep looking!

The paper the Pen and the pad

Write write write,
All of them are made for wiriting,
Which to use,
Which to use,
Pen, Pad or paper,

I will chose pad and pen,
O, were is pencil,
Write, write, write,
Back and forth on this pad,

And you know,
This poem is only to take up space,
Write Write write, Journal,

this poem is a comedy. ponder on it
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Anciet tree

the ancient gaint stands taller than the largest tower,
no man can chop it down,
no weather can touch it,
no creature can reach the tip top,

If it fell it would shake the world,
the ancient gaint counld be seen from miles,
the ancient protects,
the ancient take grounds and twists it,

the ancient gaint holds much magic,
Day round the bugs work and play,
Day round the firefly shines,
Day round the animales roam the tree and ground,

The ancient can't be seen by man,
few can see it,
few can touch it,
few can imagene it,

can you?
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