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    Default A Burning Incense

    Ashing away what's left of its life,
    Burning to live, yet burning to die.
    Incapable of forgiving its own strife,
    To live its life was only to lie.

    Destined for death from its very sweet start;
    You realized too late, that we were too smart.
    Shade us with comfort, soothe us with smells.
    Hide us from harm before we drown in these swells.

    We can pretend this is the reality we know,
    Convince us to stay before we all must go.
    The people won't judge, the people will listen.
    The sound of incense, making our lives glisten.

    The short stick still has a ways to go,
    We still have time to reach a new low.
    Douse the fire so we can smolder forever,
    Did we really even have ties to sever?

    But the incense has got to burn,
    Because it was nothing more than a Lovebird's hum.
    And maybe someday we will learn,
    The Lion's roar is a warning, not a welcome.


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    I love your style, hopefully we'll see more in the future

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    Quote Originally Posted by Nesterus View Post
    ^My thoughts exactly. The poem flows, and makes it easier to read for everyone.

    That is my favorite aspect of it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Nesterus View Post
    If Nesterus is clapping we should all be clapping.

    I will hive you my proper opinion on this after, I don't have time at the moment.

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    I'm feeling a rather sycophantic air about this thread.


    That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
    She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
    We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
    I miss the puddles...

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    What created that impression?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bree Fletcher View Post
    I'm feeling a rather sycophantic air about this thread.
    I never knew air could be sycophantic.


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    Quote Originally Posted by *jdm* View Post
    What created that impression?
    Oh you know, two poems posted in one night, the better one getting largely ignored.


    That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
    She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
    We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
    I miss the puddles...

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    To be fair, I did post mine after hers, and I'm getting used to rare comments about my stories and poetry.

    Special Props To Don Ezio for this!

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