If I use easy rhymes to alter the meaning as little as possible, that would be something like this:

What are we to do when we're tired of living?
In books should we be drowning?
Or should we drink and drink and drink?
Quick! Let the wine do the healing!

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Ahh... simple yet universal.

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Thanks chum.

It's much better in French though, 'cause it uses almost all words ending in -ivre (a rare ending) and is very consistent nonetheless.

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Edited by Froggy Starlust on 01/13/07 10:57 AM (server time).

if you're employing couplets, then the last word should be "healink."


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...but I like the poem about Time very much.


Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...

Nice one, Frogger. I recently wrote a Time poem, as well..


Time
Will quickly drain
Down the upturned corners
Of smiling mouths
When
And because
They are smiling

Though,
By far, the more savage
Destroyer
Of youth
Is a constant and lovely
Expression
Of nothing

In parallel worlds
Over slants of Time
Deep grooves, it will beat
Where the brine has remembered
The warm cuts, formed
In the stone of cold feeling
By designless flashes;
Brief, wonderful light

The days
Seem to wash
Over creamy, blank banks
Of the frictionless faces
With compassion and grace

But, Time is much harder
To bear when you're older
And, baring the map
Of each heart-beaten path
Is pointless...

As, most of those roads have been closed

"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

Thanks. Too bad I ran out of rhymes in "ief" after four lines .

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Had some (much appreciated) help on this one. See if you can guess who it was!!



For so long, I've needed a word
To describe all the colors that come
When we turn out the lights

Neon rippling afghan patterns
Kaleidoscope crystal amoebas
That float to corners of your vision
The moment you hone in on them

Déjà vu


There must be a word

I only haven't grasped it, yet


It smells like Grandma's blanket
It tastes like being muted
Feels like being paralyzed
Confined to useless thought
That's ushered to its death, by slumber
Smothered in my pillow scent

Déjà vu
éjà vu
jà vu
à vu
Vu

Invisibles


Ils sont si beaux

Je ne sais pas du tout à quoi ils ressemblent

Il doit y avoir un mot

Un mot que nul ne peut comprendre

"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

In reply to:

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See if you can guess who it was!!

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Either that's terrible spelling and it was The Banned One, or it's French and your helper was well-known French chef Marc Mardeau, aka Strawhomme.


Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...

I must fly away from this town
And its injurious waves of sin
They crawl under my skin
And make me feel so down

Far away on that French island
I hear people are all friendly
Life is slow and easy
And summers have no end

So I'm fleeing that babylon
I'm yearning for a brand new life
With my words and my wife
Southern seas, here I come!

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe