I'M Back Jack

[fortunato]

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Short Measure for the Gabriel Hound

Each time I read a cloud’s dark countenance
or watch two crows stitch out a warning
in the clear blue air, I can’t forget

the Bradwell miners, bound for home
without a lamp to guide them, night as heavy
as the earth they’d toiled beneath all day.

They heard the long grass stir. They stood
dead still. A beam, sharp as a skinning knife
shone from the moon down to the hill

and carved the huge shape of a hound; a dog so quick
they’d barely taken flight before they heard it bay
and felt its harsh breath at their heels. They ran

full speed with burning lungs until the dawn,
until the daylight overtook them and they went,
grim-faced, down to the mine

to meet their certain fate. Remember them
as you lie in bed, when the empty house
has fallen still, and you stare through open curtains

at a starless sky, imagine it’s a dog’s
black flank that passes you, bound
for somewhere else tonight.

- Helen Mort.

[ferretchucker]

Gabriel's MY name! I feel special :D

[fortunato]

A b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z!

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Granite Sea

Push open the massive iron gate
Now tell me what you see
Be forewarned the hours late
As you travel the granite sea

Walk across the rain soaked ground
You feel of sudden gloom
The granite waves are all around
So many many tombs

Smell the rain soaked flowers
Which sit upon the grass
Your body begins to cower
As you hear a ghostly laugh

Listen to the ghostly voices
That's come from some where near
You do not have many choices
When your bodies gripped with fear

Shiver as you hear them
They call out your name
All you can do is fear them
Calling from the grave

Wonder who is calling
Calling you from where
Your bravery quickly falling
In terror and despair

Think to your self it didn't happen
You didn't hear that sound
But you cant help your reaction
As your heart begins to pound

But now there is just one thing
They think that you should know
There's no reason for fearing
So for now, you can go

All they want to tell you
Is that one day, here you'll be
Like the many many waves
In a cold, granite sea.

- M.A. Tolli.

[fortunato]

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[ferretchucker]

There isn't much can be said. I read all the poems and they're rather good but I didn't feel the need to put that in writing. I'm just looking forward to the BR III (hence my new signature. Notice the three dots have a double meaning? One because obviously the preds are usually in this thing and because it's the third one.)

[fortunato]

Oh, I thought we were trying to make this thread 15 pages long.

[VampiricClown]

Originally Posted by fortunato

Oh, I thought we were trying to make this thread 15 pages long.

I could make it 15 pages long in about 30 minutes. But I'm not that bored.

Just face it. "facebook" killed everything. Most all online communities are dead or slowly dying.

[ferretchucker]

Originally Posted by VampiricClown

I could make it 15 pages long in about 30 minutes. But I'm not that bored.

Just face it. "facebook" killed everything. Most all online communities are dead or slowly dying.

LEAVE FACEBOOK ALONE! I think YOU killed everything!

Sorry...it's, it's facebook. It gets inside your head.