Write the next line in this poem!

grooveamatic
grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'm going to write the first line of a poem. Feel free to contribute the next one (and then someone else write the 3rd line and so forth...) Let's end it at ten lines and see what we've got!

The first line is the next post.
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    I don't like big open spaces
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  • Your_endorphin_rush
    Your_endorphin_rush Posts: 69
    grooveamatic wrote:
    I don't like big open spaces

    I like my green eggs and ham in small places
    This is the best I could come up with.
  • Anna_falk
    Anna_falk Posts: 114
    Your_endorphin_rush wrote:
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places
    And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me
    To worry about tomorrow doesn't make it easier,
    it only makes today worse.
  • sicnevol
    sicnevol Posts: 180
    The Indifferent One wrote:
    Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you..
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch.
    That's two things we've got, Tape and Time.
  • nailz100
    nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • JesusTheTerrorist
    JesusTheTerrorist Posts: 37
    nailz100 wrote:
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies

    but to your soul, i see right through your eyes
    "Provided there are no pre-conditions"

    Originally posted by MrBrian -

    "one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    3 more lines and the poem shall be complete!!!
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Here is the poem so far:
    (I've done my interpretation of the punctuation and line spacing...feel free to yell at me for it...)


    I don't like big open spaces.
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
    And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

    Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
    But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.
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  • pearlmutt
    pearlmutt Posts: 392
    Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    I don't like big open spaces.
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
    And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

    Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
    But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.

    Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
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  • EvilToasterElf
    EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    grooveamatic wrote:
    I don't like big open spaces.
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
    And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

    Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
    But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.

    Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?

    In the ether of your denim, rests your thoughts
  • bossman3188
    bossman3188 Posts: 263
    EvilToasterElf wrote:
    In the ether of your denim, rests your thoughts


    and rest your thoughts so you can dream again.
    there'll be time for laughin'
    there's no time to cry
    soon i will be leavin'
    look me in the eye
    no matter what's in front of me
    it's your face that i'll see
  • sicnevol
    sicnevol Posts: 180
    so that maybe II can seem lovely again.
    That's two things we've got, Tape and Time.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Hic Haec Hoc.
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    I don't like big open spaces.
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
    And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

    Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
    But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.

    Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
    I am the ether of your denim, rest your thoughts;
    And rest your thoughts so you can dream again
    So that maybe I can seem lovely again.
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    so, is everyone who submitted a line OK with how I punctuated/spaced the final poem? if not feel free to respond.

    anyone have any idea for the title?
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Hic Haec Hoc.

    sorry fins. i don't know what this is. :)
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  • Anna_falk
    Anna_falk Posts: 114
    Yeah, I liked it, very funny to see how it developed : )
    To worry about tomorrow doesn't make it easier,
    it only makes today worse.
  • EvilToasterElf
    EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    I don't like big open spaces.
    I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
    And the sudden feeling of freedom
    in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

    Never liked the ones I never knew,
    let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
    I shall sit here in my little square and watch
    All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
    But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.

    Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
    In the ether of your denim, rest your thoughts;
    And rest your thoughts so you can dream again
    So that maybe I can seem lovely
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    grooveamatic wrote:
    sorry fins. i don't know what this is. :)

    http://www.tonyhancock.org.uk/ham6scripts4.html

    Nominative hic haec hoc
    Genitive huius huius huius
    Dative huic huic huic
    Accusative hunc hanc hoc
    Ablative hoc hac hoc
    Nominative hi hae haec
    Genitive horum harum horum
    Dative his his his
    Accusative hos has haec
    Ablative his his his

    :):):)

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