Lylie
Heroic
I lick you!
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Post by Lylie on Nov 3, 2005 22:20:16 GMT -5
Your list for this excersize is:
death white field block
Lets see what you can come up with.
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artemi
Venerated
Call me Tem
Posts: 504
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Post by artemi on Nov 4, 2005 16:37:08 GMT -5
Valley of the Lost
A field of flowers Swaying in the cool night breeze. Sweet smell blocking breath, Grave stones set under lilies. In this valley, death wears white
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celest
Fabled
And ye harm none
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Post by celest on Nov 4, 2005 23:02:54 GMT -5
The Lost One
In a moment everything changes. Lying down, awaiting my fate. A cold block falls apon me. Cruching all heat and pain. All feeling fades into coldness. As my sense cloud with white.
A woman walks up and kneels. Her face kind and harsh. She touches my hand and I rise with her. She guides me to a everlasting field. Happiness for all who reside here. Death is a kind woman.
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gryphonpoet
Superior
Shangri-La is in your mind. Your Buffalo isn't. (Sign in Olympic Village in Beijing)
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Post by gryphonpoet on Nov 5, 2005 3:30:12 GMT -5
*Aftermath* In pale shades, the rider crosses the plains, soaked crimson now. One soldier breathes his request as the dark monk considers, then answers no and walks away to leave him living. --------------------- Before anyone posts about this poem, please let me explain a moment. Obviously, I didn't use the words as they were written. Instead, I used them as a basis for the image of the first 4 lines. Thanks.
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Post by eunhathes on Nov 7, 2005 22:16:25 GMT -5
Between me and Her, there is a white field. It is Filled with green dreams and hopeful pinks, with Yellow maybes and amber starlight. There are Perfect blues and laughing reds. I see them and They see me. However, Death, standing tall, sees All this, too. And when he decided to block up her River, there was naught that I could have done.
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