Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Where'er the earth's enlighten'd by the sun,
Moon shines by night, grass grows, or waters run,
Be't known that we are going, like men, afar,
In hostile fields to wage destructive war;
Like men we go, to meet our country's foes,
Who, woman-like, shall fly our dreaded blows;
Yes, as a woman, who beholds a snake,
In gaudy horror, glisten thro' the brake,
Starts trembling back, and stares with wild surprize,
Or pale thro' fear, unconscious, panting, flies.
Just so these foes, more tim'rous than the hind,
Shall leave their arms and only cloaths behind;
Pinch'd by each blast, by ev'ry thicket torn,
Run back to their own nation, now its scorn:
Or in the winter, when the barren wood
Denies their gnawing entrails nature's food,
Let them sit down, from friends and country far,
And wish, with tears, they ne'er had come to war.
We'll leave our clubs, dew'd with their country show'rs,...
member poem of the day
Squeeze me and I'll giggle,
pat me on the head,
and watch that smirk,
permanently fixed,
a strange laugh,
strained one from,
stoic ancient Buddha,
the face that wore,
this smirk that bears,
thar wooden trait,
dispensable yet,
indispensable artefact.
fact of art,
or mass-produced fetish,
traditional minor forms,
skin without blemish,
or that telltale scar,
the robber baron of beauty,
pale banana yellow,,
with outward flourish,
halo of extinct form,
for the blasé,
top knot garland,
crowns a bas relief,
Mona Lisa in,
a cross over mode.
somersault between genres,
with retrospect in awe
