Poetic debate.

[dragontika]

Silvaros!!!
YA! Now to get you in here and start a poetic debate! Hm.
*sits and waits* sweatdrop  

[magical_kangaroo]

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
mrgreen  

[dragontika]

magical_kangaroo

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
mrgreen

OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed  

[magical_kangaroo]

dragontika

magical_kangaroo

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
mrgreen

OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed

It is if we talk about it.  

[dragontika]

magical_kangaroo

dragontika

magical_kangaroo

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
mrgreen

OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed

It is if we talk about it.

No, then we would be debating about a poem, not HAVING a poetic debate.  

[magical_kangaroo]

dragontika

magical_kangaroo

dragontika

magical_kangaroo

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
mrgreen

OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed

It is if we talk about it.

No, then we would be debating about a poem, not HAVING a poetic debate.

Then this is my first... redface  

[Silvaros]

Crap! uh...... xp I'll think of something....
...
......
......................

Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel--they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.  

[Silvaros]

Silvaros

Crap! uh...... xp I'll think of something....
...
......
......................

Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel--they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

though....not really a poetic debate....damn it...  

[magical_kangaroo]

I still have no clue how this works. Will someone explain to me how to have a poetic debate.  

[dragontika]

Silvaros

Silvaros

Crap! uh...... xp I'll think of something....
...
......
......................

Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel--they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

though....not really a poetic debate....damn it...

Hm, I think you did better in 'woof'
Where have those days gone! gonk
we could work with it though....  

[dragontika]

magical_kangaroo

I still have no clue how this works. Will someone explain to me how to have a poetic debate.

It's pretty much a debate filled with questions, to contradic someone, you use a question. Or a footed response, not always questions, but that's how I prefer to answer....  

[Silvaros]

where have those days gone indeed?  

[magical_kangaroo]

Silvaros

where have those days gone indeed?

Why does one ponder where the days have gone when there is so much life around you?  

[dragontika]

magical_kangaroo

Silvaros

where have those days gone indeed?

Why does one ponder where the days have gone when there is so much life around you?

and Who said i ponder? What makes you say I do not enjoy what is around me?, or is it you, my friend, who is lost to ponder and finds self faults in another? Have you lost your tomorrow, to anever shdowing yestuday? Have you forgotten the sunrise, in your land of stars? What has become of your tomorrow? What path do you walk, to question the days?  

[magical_kangaroo]

dragontika

magical_kangaroo

Silvaros

where have those days gone indeed?

Why does one ponder where the days have gone when there is so much life around you?

and Who said i ponder? What makes you say I do not enjoy what is around me?, or is it you, my friend, who is lost to ponder and finds self faults in another? Have you lost your tomorrow, to anever shdowing yestuday? Have you forgotten the sunrise, in your land of stars? What has become of your tomorrow? What path do you walk, to question the days?

But, the days, why are they so short? Why does the sun go through its routinal rise in the east and set in the west? In my land of stars, why is it so unpredictable? Or an even better question... why do I like it? What draws me towards it? Why can I not turn away?