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8/24/2013 7:42:21 PM
Masks	There was a boy who so loved rich women-- endowed with the big treasure chests their mother's gave them-- he would tell them so. Now is this not an insult of high impropriety that surely someone would take up the mettle of a white a knight and defend those ladies' honor. But can you also see with your mind's eye... We all wear masks... we hide behind stoic faces that we make for ourselves... burying feelings we don't want others to see... And maybe that is a good thing, or we would cry till the day we die. But when we do this... sometimes...I think we just become really good at hiding. And those ladies-- though I'm sure the jolt was quite shocking-- those ladies took off their masks-- if for but an instant-- and they reflected on themselves 8/22/'13 edited by Gabe on 8/24/2013 edited by Gabe on 8/24/2013 edited by Gabe on 8/26/2013
9/5/2013 1:09:23 PM
Thoughts in my Head	I sat down and sneered to myself as I thought about 'I have a dream…' I shake my head. In the world, volcanoes release more carbon monoxide than man can produce, and as a glass being filled with water it rises to the brim. But if you add the amount made by man the water begins to spill out of the cup. Now if the glass were Nature… World hunger, disease, hatred between the races these things will never go away. There is no respect, empathy, or understanding between all individuals— I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath. I danced with a big, black lady once— I mean—a true BBW. She was six ft. tall with boobs the size of midgets— Diddledum and Diddledee… She wore high heels, and they pushed against my neck— a true reflection— it was a love never met… But where Maybe we need another Great War so we all can band together in a common cause. I shake my head again. We would just go back to the way we were after. What we need is ‘motivation’…like a young man dancing with a tall, big chested lady. ‘Understanding’ that somethings are not going to happen… I lean back in my chair once more. I’d love to tell Jesse Jackson he’s twenty-five to fifteen percent white— most blacks in America are Thoughts in my Head 9/4/’13 edited by Gabe on 9/5/2013 edited by Gabe on 9/5/2013 edited by Gabe on 9/8/2013
9/13/2013 6:16:54 PM
Dislike me, you can	Dislike me, you can But it is something I'll never understand-- Fear me, if you want But I am only a runt-- A giant in mind and a lover in kind edited by Gabe on 9/13/2013 edited by Gabe on 9/13/2013
9/20/2013 7:09:50 AM
The End	I once saw a green snake Its innards were splayed-out as the sun did it bake-- But its eyes I remember most-- This was not "zero to the bone" nor "into that goodnight" Something different this was-- And so I write this because The fire was gone still the light flickered dim It was soon to come...soon friend-- A passive acceptance of 'What Was and What Will Be', The eyes said it all-- So Sorry Charlie...The End The End 9/12/'13 edited by Gabe on 9/20/2013
9/29/2013 8:54:02 PM
The Sacred Band	The Sacred Band To those wearied warriors under the white and orange flame here is a tale that you should listen of a Sacred Band of men whose ground in blood they did christen— One hundred and fifty pairs they were…one be lover the other beloved… their bond forged in both iron and steel— when the first fell the second would fight as two for the Ending they’d feel… Many did they vanquish the mighty Sparta most of all— that pompous elephant, that leathery dog, that wild bird of game, that watery monster ‘neath rainfall, and many other name— a head above the fabled three hundred their passing was just the same— destroyed by no one less than the Great Alexander the Angel of Death did this exclaim: “Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything unseemly.” [For their place will never be with those timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.] Because they fell Daring Greatly…something all should wish to meet The Sacred Band By Gabe Shelly 9/26/’13 (The Sacred Band ofThebes was a small army of selected soldiers, consisting of 150 pairs of lovers and beloveds, who formed an elite fighting force in the 4th centuryB.C.E. They were annihilated by Phillip the II of Macedonia in the battle of Chaeronea.) edited by Gabe on 9/29/2013 edited by Gabe on 9/29/2013 edited by Gabe on 9/30/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/1/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/1/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/10/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/10/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/10/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/15/2013
9/30/2013 9:26:16 PM
The Sacred Band	I appreciate your opinion. I can't do much about the structure that's the server messing things up-- I try to change them, but it gets tiresome. The rhymes are choppy, but the material like you said is great, though, difficult to make rhymes with, and I'm not about to change the material. I will keep using the rhyme element though just to make it a little fun to the more in-frequent poetic listener. However, I will take to heart some of your beginning poetic changes and might incorporate them into the poem if that's okay with you...meaning you get no residuals if I go print with this...(lol). Take care.
9/30/2013 9:41:07 PM
The Sacred Band	Oh, yes. This poem is about football. Look at it again, if you didn't catch it the first time.
10/1/2013 4:09:59 PM
The Sacred Band	I'll definitely take what you said in consideration. Thank-you.
10/17/2013 7:42:39 AM
Be my love	Be my love For you are something from up above A beauty beyond words A flower from where I have not heard Look into my eyes and see You stole everything of value in me edited by Gabe on 10/17/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/17/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/28/2013
10/22/2013 12:44:28 PM
Be my love	I appreciate the criticism-- very constructive.
10/26/2013 7:55:42 PM
They are the sun	They are the sun-- Hurting you with but a look-- Bewitching as the red rays of the morning dawn. With only a glance Cupid is your victor-- Many times the better of even the mighty Zeus-- Alas so painful is their beauty... So hypnotizing... They are a slayer of men and women alike. For so powerful be their attraction that like the Sirens of old To linger upon would be thy doom-- A gift from the gods...a gift of Aphrodite... And a curse of Fantasia, Gigantomastia edited by Gabe on 10/26/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/26/2013 edited by Gabe on 10/26/2013
10/27/2013 9:19:55 PM
They are the sun	I'll be blunt, it's about boobs-- specifically hypertrophy of the breast.
11/17/2013 9:38:34 PM
'Tis in the air...	'Tis in the air... Can you feel it. The time is near, can you hear it? Jing-jing jingleling, ting-ting tingleling The winds are calling, the leaves are falling-- That old man...can you hear him? He's in every child's eye with sugar plum faeries dancing in their dreams. It's that time of year again... Are there goosebumps on your skin? Can you sing those hymns-- For now is the season, So buck up that chin and break-out that grin A New Year is almost here, Think-not what could have been, The time is to begin-again 'Tis in the air 11/17/'13 edited by Gabe on 11/17/2013 edited by Gabe on 11/19/2013 edited by Gabe on 11/19/2013
11/29/2013 2:24:27 PM
No respect	No respect--'I get no respect', said the fool. We remember the king for who he was...what he did... I recall the stories of the clown more with fondness-- That he is made the object of gaity; he is the strongest of us Phineas Gage was struck by the Fates themselves-- A metal shaft shot through his skull obliterating the frontal lobes of his brain... he is one of the first documented cases of a person with a brain-injury... I remember him better than some lords of state 11/29/'13 edited by Gabe on 11/29/2013 edited by Gabe on 11/29/2013 edited by Gabe on 11/29/2013
12/8/2013 3:36:52 PM
No respect	JustLivingLies wrote: No disrespect at ALL intended, Gabe, but after reading the first line, I just kept thinking "Rodney Dangerfield" over and over and couldn't get past it. The two pieces seem disparate (to me). While I think it's all very well expressed, I must admit that I didn't quite get it, but that's not to say someone else won't take what they need from this piece, and understand it much better than I. I give you credit for your word crafting, however; it's excellent. Not a very helpful critique, I'm afraid.
12/8/2013 3:43:04 PM
No respect	Haven't seen you around in awhile, thanks for critiquing my poem. Your right the first line is Dangerfield, and sometimes I agree it doesn't seem to fit. It just seemed right when I wrote it. I'm afraid I don't look back very much when I write something. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.
12/8/2013 3:48:24 PM
In Nature there is no room for feeling	In Nature there is no room for feeling— No room for Love, Sadness, or human Pity, Only the Pain if you are alive and the Darkness if you are dead… Therefore a ‘Hero’ has no room 12/6/'13 edited by Gabe on 12/8/2013
12/19/2013 9:46:57 PM
In Nature there is no room for feeling	Thanks. I appreciate your criticism-- whatever it may be. Merry Christmas.
12/22/2013 11:13:09 AM
It is the season	It is the season Buck up that chin and break-out that grin Remember-not your sins but those that are your friends A new year is almost here Forget your dissensions and others' transgressions The time is to begin-again, And think-not what could have been '06 edited by Gabe on 12/22/2013 edited by Gabe on 12/22/2013
1/1/2014 9:26:26 PM
Lady	Lady, You are an angel-- A Beauty as pure as a little girl's tears, a dog's last loving nuzzle, an old man's cry-- With this pitchfork I play I hum a tune... And I hope the wind catches it and tells you for I cannot. For where you go, I will not follow-- I go down, not up Heather 12/23/'13 edited by Gabe on 1/1/2014 edited by Gabe on 1/1/2014 edited by Gabe on 1/5/2014
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