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Ursus marijanus
Thanks for that ... I especially liked the slideshow artwork.
cheers 'neer
cheers 'neer
ganjames
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There is a panther stalks me down:
One day I'll have my death of him;
His greed has set the woods aflame,
He prowls more lordly than the sun.
Most soft, most suavely glides that step,
Advancing always at my back;
From gaunt hemlock, rooks croak havoc:
The hunt is on, and sprung the trap.
Flayed by thorns I trek the rocks,
Haggard through the hot white noon.
Along red network of his veins
What fires run, what craving wakes?
Insatiate, he ransacks the land
Condemned by our ancestral fault,
Crying: blood, let blood be spilt;
Meat must glut his mouth's raw wound.
Keen the rending teeth and sweet
The singeing fury of his fur;
His kisses parch, each paw's a briar,
Doom consummates that appetite.
In the wake of this fierce cat,
Kindled like torches for his joy,
Charred and ravened women lie,
Become his starving body's bait.
Now hills hatch menace, spawning shade;
Midnight cloaks the sultry grove;
The black marauder, hauled by love
On fluent haunches, keeps my speed.
Behind snarled thickets of my eyes
Lurks the lithe one; in dreams' ambush
Bright those claws that mar the flesh
And hungry, hungry, those taut thighs.
His ardor snares me, lights the trees,
And I run flaring in my skin;
What lull, what cool can lap me in
When burns and brands that yellow gaze?
I hurl my heart to halt his pace,
To quench his thirst I squander blook;
He eats, and still his need seeks food,
Compels a total sacrifice.
His voice waylays me, spells a trance,
The gutted forest falls to ash;
Appalled by secret want, I rush
From such assault of radiance.
Entering the tower of my fears,
I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:
The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs.
One day I'll have my death of him;
His greed has set the woods aflame,
He prowls more lordly than the sun.
Most soft, most suavely glides that step,
Advancing always at my back;
From gaunt hemlock, rooks croak havoc:
The hunt is on, and sprung the trap.
Flayed by thorns I trek the rocks,
Haggard through the hot white noon.
Along red network of his veins
What fires run, what craving wakes?
Insatiate, he ransacks the land
Condemned by our ancestral fault,
Crying: blood, let blood be spilt;
Meat must glut his mouth's raw wound.
Keen the rending teeth and sweet
The singeing fury of his fur;
His kisses parch, each paw's a briar,
Doom consummates that appetite.
In the wake of this fierce cat,
Kindled like torches for his joy,
Charred and ravened women lie,
Become his starving body's bait.
Now hills hatch menace, spawning shade;
Midnight cloaks the sultry grove;
The black marauder, hauled by love
On fluent haunches, keeps my speed.
Behind snarled thickets of my eyes
Lurks the lithe one; in dreams' ambush
Bright those claws that mar the flesh
And hungry, hungry, those taut thighs.
His ardor snares me, lights the trees,
And I run flaring in my skin;
What lull, what cool can lap me in
When burns and brands that yellow gaze?
I hurl my heart to halt his pace,
To quench his thirst I squander blook;
He eats, and still his need seeks food,
Compels a total sacrifice.
His voice waylays me, spells a trance,
The gutted forest falls to ash;
Appalled by secret want, I rush
From such assault of radiance.
Entering the tower of my fears,
I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:
The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs.
SocataSmoker
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Loved it... Johnny Cash delivered it great.
xKuroiTaimax
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A dear schizophrenic friend of mine used to love Sylvia Plath- it was an injoke on her part as well X3
But seriously, that was lovely, Ganjames, thanks for sharing. I have a friend who is a panther therianthrope and I'll send it to him.
Bayed excitement; we will soon
Pursue the path of waning moon
Paws are restless, spirits high-
A scent: our trail, our compass: sky
But seriously, that was lovely, Ganjames, thanks for sharing. I have a friend who is a panther therianthrope and I'll send it to him.
Bayed excitement; we will soon
Pursue the path of waning moon
Paws are restless, spirits high-
A scent: our trail, our compass: sky
Urca
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The world is new
Again and Again
Out of the darkness
We begin
Strike a flame
The heart of the west
We rise, we fall
We fail the test
A drop of rain
Could make us clean
But would a storm
Make us see?
Is it hope that is our drive?
Promises of life after life?
Like wishing upon a shooting star
we try to define who we are
So we rise, we fall, we rise again
and out of the darkness, we begin
^ lol wrote that on the fly just now
Again and Again
Out of the darkness
We begin
Strike a flame
The heart of the west
We rise, we fall
We fail the test
A drop of rain
Could make us clean
But would a storm
Make us see?
Is it hope that is our drive?
Promises of life after life?
Like wishing upon a shooting star
we try to define who we are
So we rise, we fall, we rise again
and out of the darkness, we begin
^ lol wrote that on the fly just now
Urca
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do you have a copy of that short poem i sent you?
Hepheastus420
Well-Known Member
Short, sweet, and to the point.
xKuroiTaimax
Well-Known Member
I'll have a look, Urca, just getting ready for school now x
Urca
Well-Known Member
They say
you and I
we dont belong
our feet have no rythym
our hearts know no song
They say
you and I
we're really quite strange
Our hands fumble at our tasks
Our minds cant comprehend the game
They say
You and I
Dull as dishwater
and twice as smart
But do they not see?
You and I, well
we're who we're meant to be
with ancient minds and flaming tongues
With hidden memories left unsung
Hidden in the camoflage of mediocrity
trapped in a guise of stupidity
you and i
we keep the secrets
that they could never know
we're gods among men
going to and fro
you and I
we dont belong
our feet have no rythym
our hearts know no song
They say
you and I
we're really quite strange
Our hands fumble at our tasks
Our minds cant comprehend the game
They say
You and I
Dull as dishwater
and twice as smart
But do they not see?
You and I, well
we're who we're meant to be
with ancient minds and flaming tongues
With hidden memories left unsung
Hidden in the camoflage of mediocrity
trapped in a guise of stupidity
you and i
we keep the secrets
that they could never know
we're gods among men
going to and fro
Urca
Well-Known Member
oh yay, first day of college? good luck!
dannyboy602
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I like Frost. Here's two of my favorites:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.