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Post by ninworks on Jan 9, 2022 10:16:30 GMT -5
On a related note to another thread I posted here, I know there are some writers here at Moe's. This is a place where you can post some of your work. I do writing exercises somewhat often and sometimes there's some stuff that comes out completed. It doesn't necessarily have to be lyrics. It can be whatever you like. I'll start off with this one I wrote last week.
My Dog Loves Me
What do I see when I look in the mirror
The lines and the scars are getting much clearer
Reflections of thought and decades of time
Make it no easier finding a rhyme
I may not be smart but reasonably healthy
I'm not really poor but will never be wealthy
You may not agree with what I choose to be
And I may be a jerk but my dog loves me
When staring at me, I can see in your face
Doubt and suspicions while running the race
When questions are asked before making a choice
Conviction and courage will help find your voice
Beliefs that you own and truth that you claim
Are sparks that are used when igniting the flame
When searching within and choosing direction
A thought out decision, the only perfection
I may not be smart but I use what I've got
I'm not very cool and nowhere near hot
You may not agree with where I choose to be
And I may be a jerk but my dog loves me
What is yours, what is mine
Citing reasons for crossing the line
War is fast, diplomacy slow
But where do we run when there's no place to go
I may not be smart but all can I do
Is smell all the lies and drink all the truth
You may not agree but what you cannot see
Is that I'm not a jerk and my dog loves me
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Post by Jim622 on Feb 10, 2022 23:40:20 GMT -5
This is old, but I figured I'd contribute a little.
Broken Circle
Red man returning home From one more hunting trip Little does he know it Life as he knows it Will never be the same
Women and children are dead Shelters burnt to the ground Warriors on the war path Lurking in the tall grass Keeping their ear to the ground
**Musical Interlude**
Well the rivers have turned to red The moon is the color of blood And life as they know it Though they don't yet know it Will never be the same
There's no where left to run Your fighting with your backs to the wall And great white father Says it be no bother Sure we'll take your home land away
** Musical Interlude**
The circle of life is gone The eagle spirals down Tragedy fill the air Buffalo rots to the ground
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Post by hushnel on Feb 11, 2022 12:50:57 GMT -5
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Post by Jim622 on Feb 11, 2022 16:30:52 GMT -5
Pretty interesting story for apple pie.
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Post by hushnel on Feb 11, 2022 19:21:37 GMT -5
Culinary Archeology “o)
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