Critics on My Poem: Enjoy the Moonlight That Passes By

  • Thread starter JasonRox
  • Start date
In summary, the drip drop is a metaphor for the speaker's anxiety and fear. It keeps echoing and ringing in the speaker's ears, until it eventually causes a heart attack.
  • #1
JasonRox
Homework Helper
Gold Member
2,386
4
Critics on my poem. :D

You wonder...

Enjoy the moonlight that passes by most nights,
This miracle happens before dreams begin,
During the night after everyone dimmed the lights,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

It's less of a mystery when you find someone perfect for you,
Everyday is like an incredible dream that you can never have imagined,
A dream where the full moon is bright over your soft closed eyes,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

The feelings you experience with this person are real and ecstatic,
After sharing the beauty of the moonlight together,
There is never a day that goes by where you forget,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

The moonlight passes by most nights,
The miracle of living a night beyond what a dream can offer,
May only happen once in a lifetime,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

You can bear one moonless night; You can not bear one dreamless night,
Make the best of the nights that are followed by the one you admire,
Enjoy the moonlight together by looking at the moon shortly before midnight,
This will make you wonder about beautiful things.
 
Physics news on Phys.org
  • #2
JasonRox said:
You wonder...

Enjoy the moonlight that passes by most nights,
This miracle happens before dreams begin,
During the night after everyone dimmed the lights,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

It's less of a mystery when you find someone perfect for you,
Everyday is like an incredible dream that you can never have imagined,
A dream where the full moon is bright over your soft closed eyes,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

The feelings you experience with this person are real and ecstatic,
After sharing the beauty of the moonlight together,
There is never a day that goes by where you forget,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

The moonlight passes by most nights,
The miracle of living a night beyond what a dream can offer,
May only happen once in a lifetime,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

You can bear one moonless night; You can not bear one dreamless night,
Make the best of the nights that are followed by the one you admire,
Enjoy the moonlight together by looking at the moon shortly before midnight,
This will make you wonder about beautiful things.

I know nothing about poetry, but i like this Jason
:biggrin:
 
  • #3
Thanks, I appreciate it. :smile:
 
  • #4
Its wonderful to see the the more soulful side of you. Very well written, and also very true.
 
  • #5
Well, since you've decided to be brave, I'll be honest - it's just my opinion, anyway.
I think it takes too long to say too little. I really don't know what your message is - something about the moon and maybe finding love being nice. Either cut it down significantly or make what you have more efficient and focused. How many times do you say 'night', 'day', 'dream', 'beauty' when there are other, better ways to convey similar meanings? Where are your senses? Sounds, smells, sights, tastes, touches, don't you experience these things? I'd rather have one full moment than some general, diluted, sums-up-everything line.

The 'moral of the story' thing doesn't go over well. Expressing what you have felt and learned works much better than trying to give others advice.
Why is it broken into sections? I can't discern any theme or purpose to them. Are you building towards something, exploring different aspects of something? What purpose does each quatrain serve in the structure of the poem? You could vary 'It makes you wonder about beautiful things.' to match this purpose; say if a stanza focuses on a particular sense, you could use that sense instead of 'wonder'.

If you think I'm being harsh, you can get some revenge. :smile: Here's something I wrote a long time ago, which I am reluctant to take credit for now. I would rip this to shreds - much worse than what I did to yours - because I've learned so much in the meantime, partially from the harsh criticism from others. So that's why I'm being the harsh kind of honest. Anywho, it's a fun, exercise kind of poem (I was reading Poe at the time if it shows at all), trying out some tools and such. I chose it because it's short and shows (at least somewhat) the things I mentioned above: exploring and having fun with words, throwing in senses, building some structure with the stanzas, varying patterns for effects, etc. I'll resist the urge to change it - this is the real, unedited version. Feel free to give it a good thrashing. :)

The Drip Drop

I was abed and fast a-sleeping
When came quietly a-creeping
A drip dropping.
This little drip did dropping wake me
And, steadily beating, soon did make me
Start flip flopping.

My head beneath my pillow buried
Still somehow the drip drop carried
From the ceiling,
'Round the walls, 'cross the floor
The drip drop echoed echoed more
Echoes reeling! Echoes reeling,

Trapped in mine ears the sound resounding
Drip drop dropped my heart to pounding
Pounding louder!
Why had this drip drop come to taunt me!?
Who sent you, drip drop, here to haunt me?!
Pounding prouder!

Dripped it dropped it dripped a drop!
Pled I, 'Stop your Drip Drop! STOP!'
Still more clamor!
Thrashing, flailing all about
My mind ablaze began to shout
'Just crack your skull and get it out!'
Where's the hammer?!

When, all at once, the last drip dropped,
And, with a sigh, the drip drop stopped.
My spirits soared
And then
It poured
 
Last edited:
  • #6
honestrosewater, I like your critique.

No revenge necessary at all. You gave me advice along with it, so that's great.

I should continue to work on it.
 
  • #7
yeah, some of the stuff should be cut. for example:

Everyday is like an incredible dream that you can never have imagined
cut out 'is like' and replace it with a comma

Everyday, an incredible dream that you can never have imagined

all the 'its' 'likes',that sort of thing. Otherwise, it's a very good poem. :wink:
 
  • #8
Is it just me or does the style of the poem seem a little constrained by the structure? There seems to be a great amount of effort to preserve the end rhyme scheme (night, midnight, light, etc) and it loses the quality that shows up in "great" poetry. Try to make the style match the poem, have it enhance it and let the words flow, instead of constraining it to a certain rhyme pattern. Its a common mistake for most beginning writers, and is one of the reasons I don't attempt formatted poems like Sonnets, because they are extremely difficult to perfect (but come out exceptionally well when done properly). If one conforms themselves to the rhyming pattern, it usually doesn't turn out too well unless experience is there..

One option is to try to make a freestyle poem, without a central rhyme scheme, that is usually how I approach things. That way, you can practice on achieving a variety of effects: emotional, philosophical (try not to question everything, but only that which pertains to the poem at hand), etc. If you must rhyme, make sure that the rhyme is the least important part. The message and means of conveyal of that message should always take dominance.

Pay particular attention to connotation and tone, it makes the difference of sounding standoffish and aloof to being attached to whatever you are describing, it all depends on what you want to achieve.

Also, some poems have certain senses attached to them. Honestrosewater made use of predominantly audible sensations in her poem, and the interesting juxtaposition of the drops and the flips and the flops and the drips and the plops makes things rather interesting, and also adding a lighthearted tone to it :biggrin:.

Adding to what honestrosewater said earlier, there are better ways of conveying ideas. Metaphorical statements work well in such situations (ink sky, lily ocean, etc) but there is another thing you may want to consider: Use connotations and enunciation of the words to add to the effect. Things that are harder to say can slow the flow of the poem down, and also add to the meaning (say you were to talk about boulders, it would be something along the lines of "lumbering crashing the iridescent jagged spheres roll").

Likewise, form also works on a visual scale. But remember that poetry is meant to be said aloud, and in some cases, sound extremely cool when said aloud. I have a poem in my journal section entitled "Scribble" that is not only mathematically interesting to read, but also fun to say :biggrin:. Just for kicks, I'll resurrect it and paste an example of my first stanza.

Scribble.
Scribble scribble scribble
Take the x
dx
integrate, simplify.
Revolve, rotate, evolve.
More complex. yes.
phi delta y
oh why?

Notice the different sounds presented through the words, the x and y sound in particular (occuring in complex, simplify, yes), the alternating consonant "v" sound in line 6 with the "t" in the middle, the usage of "why", etc. The tone can best be described as "utterly confusing" and the choice of words match it. While not achieving an emotional effect, its similar to what students usually have when they are plowing through their homework load :rolleyes:.

I'm just an amateur, like the rest of the poets here on PF, but I hope that this advice helps :smile:.
 
  • #9
yomamma said:
cut out 'is like' and replace it with a comma

...

all the 'its' 'likes',that sort of thing. Otherwise, it's a very good poem. :wink:

Actually, similies have their uses in poetry. His usage of "is like" is perfectly justified. The word selection and conveyal of ideas should be the main goal.

Grammar in poetry (at least as far as sentence structure goes) does not follow the exacting grammar of say a technical paper in English.

Poetry is not supposed to sound like a thesis paper... though it would be interesting to see what would happen then. *has ideas*
 
  • #10
I feel it's a very heartfelt writing, JasonRox.

In addition to what has been suggested, descriptions of what you are saying can be very effective in poetry. For instance the line "During the night after everyone dimmed the lights," could be described by colors and sounds. Like perhaps, "The orange of the evening faded into peaceful cool blue night."

Enjoy the moonlight that passes by most nights,
This miracle happens before dreams begin,
The orange of the evening faded into peaceful cool blue night,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

I'm not saying it's better, just a different way to say it.
 
  • #11
Jason, yours was very nice, but by the end the words 'night' and 'light' were getting a bit repetitive.

Rose, I'm not sure if yours was meant to sound like a parody, but seeing as you were mean about Jason's, I don't mind saying that it did.

But both of you suck compared to me. This is mine, and it is entitled:

THE ALBERT EINSTEIN JR'S CHRISTIAN SCHOOL FOR COSMOLOGICAL PRODIGIES' ANNUAL RELANATIVITY PLAY

The pregnant Mary and her honky
Rode to Bethlehem on a donkey
Or, quite possibly taking another view
The world revolved beneath their mule
Until Bethlehem came to them
Depends which way you look at it
Because relanativistically speaking
Both are equally true

They knocked upon the door of an inn
But the jobsworth inside wouldn't let them in
He said: "there isn't enough room, we're full
Unless you travel at a substantial
Fraction of the speed of light
And if you did you just might
Squeeze in due to length contraction
But it's not an advisable course of action
Cos we'll probably have a vacancy by then anyway"

So Joe and Mary hid in the stable
She gave birth to twins under the table
But one was 6 days older than the other
So the Catholic church only mentions the brother
Which also explains why Christmas is 6 days BC
It all happened rather paradoxically

Three wise men then came to the shed
Shown the way by the north star overhead
Which is pretty foresighted of the north star
Cos it must have shone that light far
Longer than a million years ago
How did it guess? How did it know
That millions of years later it's sparkling glow
Would show three blokes exactly where to go?
(Are we now suggesting solar consciousness?) No!

They told Joe the boy was the son of a deity
Enraged by their accusations of infidelity
towards his wife, he beat the cr@p out of them
Hmmm... not so wise after all then
Then the boy grew up and walked on water
But to avoid confusion I really oughta
Point out it was frozen at the time
Reckless, yes, but miraculous? You're too easily impressed

So Jesus was arrested for breaking the laws of physics
And was nailed to a cross by his wrists
So what we're saying here is that, ironically,
The poor sod was killed by his own gravity
Something of a relanativistic own-goal
He was buried deep in a black hole
But later re-emerged, possibly as Hawking radiation
Thus maintaining conservation of information
 
  • #12
REVISED.

You wonder...

Enjoy the moonlight that passes by most nights,
This miracle happens before dreams begin,
While the orange sky fades into a peaceful blue heaven,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

It's less of a mystery when you find someone perfect for you,
Everyday is like an incredible dream that you can never have imagined,
A dream where the full moon is bright over your soft closed eyes,
You gaze at the moon everynight wondering about beautiful things.

The best of feelings happen while the moon is bright,
Feelings of comfort from holding ones hand for the very first time,
Speechless kisses that keep you warm during the cold winter night,
Gazing into each other's eyes while letting the night pass by,
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.

The feelings you experience for this person are real and ecstatic,
There is never a day that passes by where you forget,
You can never describe this incredible feeling,
You think about this person everynight wondering about beautiful things.

You can bear one moonless night; You can not bear one dreamless night,
Make the best of the nights that are followed by the one you admire,
Enjoy the moonlight together by looking at the moon shortly before midnight,
This will make you wonder about beautiful things.
 
  • #13
better! :smile:
 
  • #14
Yes! Post our poetry. Unfortunately, I rarely title anything, but here's one:

The half-life of the liquid drip in my kidneys plays non-conformist
with time, taunting me with thoughts about the relativity of
this slow procession we all make toward the recycling bin.
They cannot stop the spread of shrill shrapnel into vital organs;
they can but dull what few experiences remain.
It's funny to me that soldiers these days no longer march
at what they are to destroy; rather they crawl.
I gather that the weakness of light in this room has no real
connection to the relativity dictating that it can never slow.
No, but my selection of a smaller Nativity for the Last Christmas
begs the question of absolutes: Did not Descartes ironically
dictate that even God cannot know?
What then of the supposed words of some child
born in a barn under the planet Venus?
"Does this have anything to do with relativity?"
The final question issued forth from a drooling open mouth
as the scrubs scramble to steady the oscilloscope
to no avail . . . to no avail. With the reaper I must elope.
 
  • #15
JasonRox said:
Enjoy the moonlight that passes by most nights,
This miracle happens before dreams begin,
The word "miracle" bothers me here. It's prosaic, not poetic: you are informing us it's a miracle, instead of describing it such that we come to that conclusion. Make sense?
While the orange sky fades into a peaceful blue heaven,
This is a lot better.
It makes you wonder about beautiful things.
I think the varied last sentences that end in "beautiful things" ends up working.

Everyday is like an incredible dream that you can never have imagined,
Here, again, is a kind of prose information sentence. It would be a much richer poem if you somehow manage to describe the experience such that the reader is the one who sums it up by saying "It sounds like an incredible dream. I couldn't have imagined it!" or words to that effect, the goal being to give us the experience, rather than telling us, merely."It was incredible!"
A dream where the full moon is bright over your soft closed eyes,
Something like what you've written in this line is always preferable to something like: "My dream of you was etherial."

Simpler, easy to grasp words, are always better. "Bright" for the full moon, is better than, say "luminous" or even "glowing", but try, where you can, to find words or terms the reader won't expect in conjunction with the moon (or whatever you're describing), that describe its brightness (or whatever you're describing). Is there some more interesting, creative way, in fact, to say "full moon"? A more interesting way to say "gazing into each other's eyes"?

Shakespeare was a master at finding unconventional and insightful alternate ways to express things. Not just with adjectives, but with verbs, nouns, adverbs; everything. (Not that you should cull strange words from Shakespeare: they'll just sound "off", but do with your own English what he did with his.)
 
  • #16
zoobyshoe said:
The word "miracle" bothers me here. It's prosaic, not poetic: you are informing us it's a miracle, instead of describing it such that we come to that conclusion. Make sense?

Here, again, is a kind of prose information sentence. It would be a much richer poem if you somehow manage to describe the experience such that the reader is the one who sums it up by saying "It sounds like an incredible dream. I couldn't have imagined it!" or words to that effect, the goal being to give us the experience, rather than telling us, merely."It was incredible!"

Simpler, easy to grasp words, are always better. "Bright" for the full moon, is better than, say "luminous" or even "glowing", but try, where you can, to find words or terms the reader won't expect in conjunction with the moon (or whatever you're describing), that describe its brightness (or whatever you're describing). Is there some more interesting, creative way, in fact, to say "full moon"? A more interesting way to say "gazing into each other's eyes"?

Shakespeare was a master at finding unconventional and insightful alternate ways to express things. Not just with adjectives, but with verbs, nouns, adverbs; everything. (Not that you should cull strange words from Shakespeare: they'll just sound "off", but do with your own English what he did with his.)
Good advice and comments Zooby.

JasonRox said:
A dream where the full moon is bright over your soft closed eyes,
I also think this line works well. It makes me think about the description "soft closed eyes" and its use here.
 
  • #17
Artman said:
Good advice and comments Zooby.
Thanks, Artman.

Words that label emotional states, like "ecstatic" or "incredible" just don't succeed in getting the reader to appreciate those states. The reader can know what you mean, but still stand back and not participate. Somehow, you have to induce those states by the way you write about the scene. Not easy.
----
I went back and reread the original, and now I think something of flow and rhythm may have been lost in the revision. Flow and rhythm are powerful inducers of mood, and I think that was the strongest element of the original version.
 
  • #18
The Drip Drop

I was abed and fast a-sleeping
When came quietly a-creeping
A drip dropping.
This little drip did dropping wake me
And, steadily beating, soon did make me
Start flip flopping.

My head beneath my pillow buried
Still somehow the drip drop carried
From the ceiling,
'Round the walls, 'cross the floor
The drip drop echoed echoed more
Echoes reeling! Echoes reeling,

Trapped in mine ears the sound resounding
Drip drop dropped my heart to pounding
Pounding louder!
Why had this drip drop come to taunt me!?
Who sent you, drip drop, here to haunt me?!
Pounding prouder!

Dripped it dropped it dripped a drop!
Pled I, 'Stop your Drip Drop! STOP!'
Still more clamor!
Thrashing, flailing all about
My mind ablaze began to shout
'Just crack your skull and get it out!'
Where's the hammer?!

When, all at once, the last drip dropped,
And, with a sigh, the drip drop stopped.
My spirits soared
And then
It poured
[/QUOTE]

I really do love this one. Its great.

I'm keeping it, as a token of your love. :smile:
 
  • #19
That was great advice zoobyshoe.

I'm getting a much better feel on how to write a better poem.
 
  • #20
JasonRox said:
You wonder...

God, I think I'm about to slip into a sugar coma. :yuck:

Here's one I like a whole lot better.

The J. Geils Band said:
You love her, but she loves him,
and he loves somebody else -
You just can't win.
And so it goes until the day you die.
This thing they call love,
its going to make you cry.

I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks.
One thing's for sure...

Love stinks
Love stinks...yeah yeah...
Love stinks!
Love stinks! Yeah yeah...
Love Stinks
Love stinks! Yeah yeah...

two by two and sid by side
love's going to find you yes it is
you just can't hide
you'll hear it call
your heart will fall
then love will fly
it's gone that's all!

i don't care puttin a cap on those things
all i can say is...

Love stinks
Love stinks yea yea
Love stinks
Love stinks yea yea
Love stinks
Love stinks yea yea
Love stinks
Love stinks yea yea

I been through diamonds
I been through minx
I been through long

Love stinks!
Love stinksyea yea!
Love stinks!
Love stinks yea yea!

Love stinks
Love stinks
Love stinks yea yea...
 
  • #21
Tom Mattson said:
God, I think I'm about to slip into a sugar coma. :yuck:

Here's one I like a whole lot better.
I like it but this line "Love stinkes" is repeated alot!
 
  • #22
Mk said:
I really do love this one. Its great.

I'm keeping it, as a token of your love. :smile:
:biggrin: Hehe. It's not me speaking, BTW. It's just an exercise. You know how people in Poe's stories are driven crazy by simple, repeating sounds: the cat scratching on the wall in The Black Cat, the beating heart in The Tell-Tale Heart, etc. I just took that idea (with dripping water) and picked an appropriate structure.

The exercises are the easiest to share, since they aren't serious. Maybe that's something you should try, Jason. You can focus on the 'musical' qualities and don't have to worry so much about the meaning. It's fun, and you learn things that you can use in your serious writing.
I don't do free verse - maybe someone else can think of exercises for free verse. But, for example, you could try to rewrite You Wonder... as blank verse, or unrhymed iambic pentameter: the foot is the iamb - two syllables, unstressed/stressed, as in en/joy, be/have, un/tie, and there are five (penta-) feet per line (meter). So you could rewrite your first line as:
Enjoy the moonlight passing by most nights
You can add feminine endings (an extra, unstressed syllable at the end of a line), as in A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted. You wouldn't need to change a lot, and it could produce some changes that you end up liking better than the originals. Just an idea; I'm not suggesting you change your poem - it's just an exercise to get you thinking and sharpen your skills. :smile: You can add other restrictions, like forcing yourself into a rhyming scheme, not allowing yourself to use certain words, say, words that are commonly associated with the moon and moonlight, like bright, peaceful, quiet, distant, round, romantic, calm, etc.. The point is to force yourself to make unfamilar, uncomfortable situations work and become better at using new tools, words, structures, patterns, and so on.
BTW, I also think you've gotten some great adivce from others.

Oh, and if you're ever stuck for a word, http://www.rhymezone.com/ is great.
 
Last edited:
  • #23
Keep working on your poem JasonRox (I liked it quite well), not the least because it is very satisfying on a personal level to see how your ability to express yourself imaginatively improves!

Since others have used this thread to post some of their own oeuvres, here's one of mine (translated&mutated by me):

We are like flames, brothers:
Alike, yet shifting
as we dance with each other,
entwine ourselves in each other,
have sex
and burst into sparkling fountains
in the dead of night.

To each of us a measured time
when it is we who are searching, flickering
yearning
upwards, ever upwards;
and then:
We die.

But not as lonely, gray flakes caught by a cold wind and borne away, lost forever:
Rather, we become fond memories, heating embers
beneath the never resting, ever playful
fire.
 
Last edited:
  • #24
arildno said:
Since others have used this thread to post some of their own oeuvres, here's one of mine (translated&mutated by me):

We are like flames, brothers:
Alike, yet shifting
as we dance with each other,
entwine ourselves in each other,
have sex
and burst into sparkling fountains
in the dead of night.

To each of us a measured time
when it is we who are searching, flickering
yearning
upwards, ever upwards;
and then:
We die.

But not as lonely, gray flakes caught by a cold wind and borne away, lost forever:
Rather, we become fond memories, heating embers
beneath the never resting, ever playful
fire.
I like it very much Arildno. :approve:
 
  • #25
Evo said:
I like it very much Arildno. :approve:
Thank you. It is, after all, rather heartfelt.. :blushing:
 
  • #26
arildno,
Maybe it's just because I'm tired and in a kind of vulnerable mood, but you just made me cry. And I rarely cry - and even more rarely admit to it. Seriously, I had to get a tissue.
 
  • #27
I hope the tissue was big enough.
I'll take your post as a compliment, rather than trying to see your reaction as a version of what we all experience when exposed to Vogonic poetry..:smile:

So:
I'm glad you liked it.
 
Last edited:
  • #28
arildno said:
I hope the tissue was big enough.
I'll take your post as a compliment, rather than trying to see your reaction as a version of what we all experience when exposed to Vogonic poetry..:smile:

So:
I'm glad you liked it.
Now that I've recovered, I realize it must have been an allergic reaction, because I don't cry. :cool: And I like it even more this morning.

Though I'm sure I will die alone! :cry: And all gray and flaky too! :cry: :cry:
 
  • #29
honestrosewater said:
Though I'm sure I will die alone! :cry: And all gray and flaky too! :cry: :cry:
And I'm equally sure you won't!
 
  • #30
A poem for everyone. No sugar, but sentimental nonetheless.

Learning to Dance

The creak of the gothic door is distant
as she sighs "I can't remember"
as if waking up from a dream.
Black spandex clings like an adoring mouth to her flooded-nile thighs.
The sway of her hips rolls tectonic shockwaves through
the creaking balls of my wrists,
memories jolting nerve-endings in electron ecstasy
as her fingernail slowly scratches my forearm.
Her skin is darker now, the color of a
champagne Cadillac fresh off the lot.
Siren hair dances down her face
like music-box ballerinas - visually, she truly is
the princess that she always thought she was.
The light of the full moon lays baffled in her corneas,
reflecting nothing but a blank stare;
the woman beneath me become a porcelain doll.
We spin together into headlong oblivion,
her banshee cries pounding my eardrums into submission.
After a while my bones ache and my muscles shed rivulet tears.
My eyes burn red in their sockets,
watching her tiny bare feet grip the hardwood,
unadorned and white like the teenage girl I used to
breathe in-sync with as we fell asleep together.
 
  • #31
Not quite vogonian, loseyourname, but foul enough! :biggrin:
 
  • #32
I did once sit upon a hill
In far off Laden Baudem Bill

when suddenly a fury of a wind did blow
and carried it the magic essence of Geimbaroo

And with it and upon the inhalation came a sudden psilo-celebration
Fantastic shapes and colours formed the likes of which could only be
the wondrous works of Geimbaroo.

So Up and Up and Up I flew until I broached the path of one large rather heavy shoe.
The boot this was of Sheik Abu.

With bellous roar and mighty resonation a wave transversed the medium of valium
and broke the steady tedium of air a particle alike with frosty core and lusty bite
a random sentence generator strangling cordy calculator oddly run-on wimpulator... of a phrase

emanated from the lad - and went it something like this:

I'll bet five frogs I can faster wink than any man deceased.

A what, I said? A frogging winker of a man that's quicker than a poison drinker?
Deny you pledge deny you vice deny you all the sanctity of this reprieve
if ever upon demon day you rape the moon and skulk away to cave
and run to river pourous home of fish, you are: a thinker.

To this the man did laugh, but blustered yet again that monstrous cacophonic symphony of reverberating trance.

Ah silly man, you're but a shrew!
Why.. don't you know?
Anything is possible for Sheik Abu.

And then, just then! The wind blew
 
Last edited:

Similar threads

  • General Discussion
Replies
3
Views
789
  • STEM Career Guidance
2
Replies
62
Views
3K
  • General Discussion
Replies
4
Views
1K
Replies
19
Views
1K
  • General Discussion
2
Replies
40
Views
2K
  • STEM Academic Advising
Replies
14
Views
1K
  • STEM Educators and Teaching
Replies
1
Views
1K
Replies
3
Views
684
  • Sci-Fi Writing and World Building
Replies
21
Views
852
  • STEM Academic Advising
Replies
11
Views
958
Back
Top