Malchik Posted November 8, 2003 Share Posted November 8, 2003 The fall of America I'd passed where for long two towers had gleamed in the light of dayBlack thoughts of their final hours had driven me quickly awayI stopped by a fork in the road, near Battery Park, New YorkA blown leaf tumbled, then slowed as if it had paused to talk. I heard a soft voice in my head"Friend, do not fear because I'm deadEach year my spirit buds in springThen waits until fall winds can bringIt freedom, tenuous and brief.Then I grasp moments, like a thiefGain knowledge of the place I dwellThat holds ten million in its spellBefore in days I turn to dust.My sere frame sees the cut and thrustOf Wall Street, as I flutter through.Caught by a gust I sail on highTo view Park Avenue from the skyHigh rise seems small indeed from there.Then down to settle in Times SquareTo view the tawdry, flashing lightPaint Broadway like a angel at night.And if wind-whirled, I have the meansTo visit Harlem, Bronx and Queens.Unless, that is, I choose to stay Downtown until I fade away." The voice fell silent. Did I dream?A talking leaf? It so did seem.But why should it so speak to me?Was there some meaning I should see? A whispered answer did I hear. "Renewed in decades, not each yearThe parallel with us you seeIs view the city as the treeEach dweller as each single leafIs still reborn." Such strange relief.With lighter step I took my way,And new perspective of that day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted November 9, 2003 Share Posted November 9, 2003 Fork Battery Leaf Square I stuck a fork in a bull netch’s chestOh my, leafing through the pages of the old gods' questsA battery of tests, great power to bestowBack to the statue on the top, and the square base below Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThetaOrionis01 Posted November 9, 2003 Author Share Posted November 9, 2003 Would somebody set new words please? :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 Okay - try these - Remote, kumquat, aristocracy, malleable Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThetaOrionis01 Posted November 10, 2003 Author Share Posted November 10, 2003 :lol: remote, kumquat, aristocracy, malleable Remote from ordinary concerns are we,We, the scions of the aristocracy.We inhabit our mansions haughtily,Nibbling on kumquats and the odd lychee.Alas the serfs no longer work for freeA servant's now an 'employee'Much less malleable is the peasantryIn this the 21st century. :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 I thought at first to try some anagramsFor aristocracy as you can seeWill rearrange as 'scary actor I'And so the poem could be about me. I am not so remoteThough as director I have been known to screamAnd cause a tremor (US spelling)To run through my team. Malleable I have to be, or go insaneBut hard to see what this can spell anewLame Bella? P'raps - a broken leg's an actor's wish.Still sounds askew. Then I find kumquat. There it all falls flat.Call myself a fruit? No chance!And rearrange to what? Well, you tell me!With that he sulks and Kethruch eyes askance! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveatar Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 I knew a tomcat long ago ,I THOUGHT he was my petas malleable as a diamond when his mind was set yellow-gold as a ripe kumquat was his shiny furfuzzface KNEW he ran the world with a meow and purr he knew I was but a peon and he the aristocracyhe did allow me SOME latitude in his generosity remote from mundane things, he had CAT things to do The Arbiter Petronius, I still remember you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdamNeko Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 remote, kumquat, aristocracy, malleable A remote desert path shows the way,though nothing grows, I carry a found kumquat.The sand, it shifts as I tread upon its malleable surface,like the changing life of the upheaven aristocracy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted November 11, 2003 Share Posted November 11, 2003 I will give you four words:- xylophone, kettle, teeth, waterfall And to start you off - At camp close to a waterfall, I go to fill my kettleThe fearsome roar that shakes the ground my spirits soon unsettleAnd now my teeth are chattering with fear I cannot shake offThey rattle like the xylophone in Saint-Saens' 'fossil' take off Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveatar Posted November 11, 2003 Share Posted November 11, 2003 Halloween - Witches' Night She was the most homely witch I have ever knownher very widespaced Teeth looked like a Xylophone with a synthetic Waterfall covering her bald headlike her noisome Kettle she smelled of something dead she cast a paralyzing spell, I could not move my feetwith a mean and evil grin she said, "Trick or Treat?" -----------horror story curtailed as act of mercy------------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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