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Very suspicious,

When there are two rows empty

After posts finish. 

Posted
7 minutes ago, Darkfinder said:

Is this poetry

Apologies, friend,

It makes little sense, which means

It is poetry.

Posted
2 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

Apologies, friend,

It makes little sense, which means

It is poetry.

I object to the characterization :D

Posted

Winning, as always,

Is here on this thread. I know,

It is fleeting.

Posted (edited)

Pish, posh, poetry.

It never seems sensible,

But it seeks strong minds.

 

Edited by Scarletfox
Posted
Just now, Scarletfox said:

Pish, posh, poetry.

It never seems sensible,

But it seeks strong minds.

Depends whose you seek.

Posted
1 minute ago, Nathrangking said:

Depends whose you seek

Strong minds and soft minds,

What defines intelligence?

It’s an illusion.

Posted
Just now, Scarletfox said:

Strong minds and soft minds,

What defines intelligence?

It’s an illusion.

true

Posted (edited)

What defines a truth?

Are perspectives not fleeting?

Life is confusing.

Edited by Scarletfox
Posted (edited)

(Sorry, I was on a roll, I forgot)

Yearn for the right truth,

My lovely little human,

Will you discover?

 

We pretend life’s good,

A pain ravages our souls,

A incomplete quest.

 

That last one was dark,

Maybe a bit untrue, but,

What’s truth anyway?

 

This is so much fun!

I love inciting deep thought,

Making others squirm.

 

Perhaps not squirm,

It was too perfect a line

To keep to myself

 

Does the Fox remain

Alone and un-refuted?

Am I the winner?

 

My dear, dear friends.

Have I left you all speechless?

That was desired

 

Ok, so I lied.

Many worthy opponents,

Why no challenges

 

The Fox shakes her head

”a pity,” she says sadly,

“I am TYRANNY”

 

I am a mixture.

Ham and Shallan had a babe,

She was called the Fox.

 

Quick-tongued and questions,

The Fox rarely has sules.

They’re afraid of thought.

 

The Fox tried to think,

But ended up confusing.

Are you confused?

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Posted

Relief floods The Fox,

There is another thinker,

One who understands.

 

Her thoughts burst out fast,

Unrestrained and uncontained

They yell loud, “freedom!”

 

“Help the wounded souls,

Save those who have lost themselves,

That makes a human.

 

Humans help and hurt.

They give, and they take away.

They love and they hate.

 

How do we remain,

A helper and a giver,

A lover to all?

 

Now, undeserved love,

That is the most powerful.

How to relay it?

 

What is life, but love?

Is it love, or truth, or joy?

Is it about peace?

 

Who do humans serve?

They always serve somebody,

God, others, themselves?”

 

Her thoughts scurry back,

Relieved to have seen the sun,

but ready for home.

 

They lock themselves tight:

A cave, ever to fight,

Until the next time.

 

Earth has gone awry,

A girl watches with sad eyes.

At last, the sun sets.

Posted

I just helped butcher 92 chickens! I am so sorry chickens, but in my defence they needed to die or they would all die in worse ways. I repeat sorry chickens.

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