Stephen, two words: Glass. House.sorry, Rhymesmithey, your poems are still rubbishey.
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Stephen, two words: Glass. House.sorry, Rhymesmithey, your poems are still rubbishey.
Stephen, two words: Glass. House.
Sweet Safe_Bet wrote poems so sublime
And so witty they're worth one whole dime.
But, though, incompetent
Despite cruel intent,
Forum's darling clique's ladder still climbs.
The crowd is still here y'know? We've just gotten a job. That means the survivor challenge. No one wanted anyone to stop posting to the forum, the people who've announced their intent to quit, did so and simply went away, most without rancour in their goodbyes. Please don't accuse anyone of railroading or clique keeping unless you can show proof of exclusionism beyond the fact that friends gather together. We do so in spite of the fact that we still miss the voices who are gone.Since anyone posted to the Bistro.
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Because your heart and soul are small
You had to be unkind
And raise yourself above the rest
If only in your mind
Sayonara.
- Rhymesmith.
If you must leave, leave but don't hide your insults inside poetry. If you want to call someone a bitch, say it. Don't tar the entire forum with the same brush, lest you get feathers on the innocent.
Kettle. Black.that's st. stephen to you, you name changer, pseudo-anonymous baby
The innocent know that they are innocent; the guilty also know that they are guilty, and continue to spew their poison.
- Rhymesmith.
I'm not sure why you are so mean toward everyone here. I did my durndest to keep neutral and as I've said (which you'd know if you'd really been interested in everything that was happening); a person is damned by their silence as much as by what they say. You'd have been better keeping quiet rather than coming by and stirring the shit pile just as it had started to form a nice crust.I hid nothing. It's right out there for everyone to see. Judging from the responses here, it hit the mark pretty well. The innocent know that they are innocent; the guilty also know that they are guilty, and continue to spew their poison.
That's all I have to say.
- Rhymesmith.
Oh, a poem...
Together we form a whole
which, taken apart can bare the soles
of feet, wearing paths in Persian carpets
like tunnel depression of blinded moles
Even though the walk-up flat's been sublet
for the past month we're not sure that we get
full value paid in inadequet installments.
The bugger's ripped us off I'll bet.
Tomorrow, last month's rent
is due. I smell the rot of discontent
as he opens the door and peeks out
telling the landlord the money's sent.
Before he runs away, his shout
of foulness spills through his pout
leaving the occupants aghast
at once harbouring the boorish lout
His anger at wrongs long past
still drives his life around corners too fast
to put on moderation's brakes
he hits the wall at long and sorry last.
So we mourn him over tea and cakes
and giggle since we're all such fakes.
Speculating how he'll pay the toll
that the ferryman, unrelenting takes.
Been away a long time but some things don't change.
(Not talking about you as but I wouldn't want you to change either)
Oh hi! ... leave this thread and never return.... go see what the buzz is in the survivor contest!