Maharg67 Posted March 7, 2011 Share Posted March 7, 2011 (edited) I fully intend to redo the story but as a series of stories done in sequence. A king once walked upon a path of hard goldthinking himself gloriousthinking his journey gloriousbut a fool he wasfor the gold was treacherouswhile around him stretched a garden greendirty but full of lifeand one day the king slippedending his glory Edited April 3, 2011 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 9, 2011 Author Share Posted March 9, 2011 (edited) THE MOTIONLESS DANCE So you think you can dance? Well I danced and danced on a great wooden stage but they did not understand. For I staid perfectly still and explained that this was a motionless dance, a perfect dance. No, they did not understand. Perhaps I should have jumped up and down just a little? Edited March 19, 2011 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LordWushin Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 I really like them both, Maharg! I cannot say which you should quit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 12, 2011 Author Share Posted March 12, 2011 (edited) LordWushin, thank you for you positive feedback! :thumbsup: Edited March 12, 2011 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 17, 2011 Author Share Posted March 17, 2011 (edited) A gasp of breathfrom a person assumed deadlike a symbol of hopethat not all things end badly! Edited March 19, 2011 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gormonk Posted March 17, 2011 Share Posted March 17, 2011 there are bumps in every road.. but your wagon of stoy telling and thort seems to have tredds of gold unaffected buy such bumbs.. keep up the good work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 17, 2011 Author Share Posted March 17, 2011 thanks, Gormonk! :thumbsup: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 19, 2011 Author Share Posted March 19, 2011 The sight of her startles my vision The sound of her voice is the opera of my soul The smell of her is the sweetest of perfumes But she is gone now And I will never know her again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 19, 2011 Author Share Posted March 19, 2011 (edited) THE ROAD TO MY HEART IS MADE OF ROSES COMPLETE WITH SHARP THORNS BUT REPLETE WITH THE PROMISE OF SWEET SCENTED PERFUME Edited March 19, 2011 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted March 19, 2011 Author Share Posted March 19, 2011 A light bulb goes off in my headsuddenly many clues now lead to clarificationa moment of brillianceI feel alive with ideas! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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