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I just wrote this real quickly yesterday when I was thinking about book 5....
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Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.
Who lived alone.
Who lived in a box.
Who found a secret and
now lives in It.
He has the past
to tell the future;
fate behind doors.
Like the answers, the questions know.
the One Who Lived born to die?
About 12 thousand times a day,
This action comes, but does not stay.
Never a thought it does take,
But only comes when you’re awake.
Puzzlement it can show
In contests, it is a foe
Helps to clean away a smear,
Or maybe to suppress a tear.
Is this thing the missing link?
No, it is just an eye blink.
Questions, comments, concerns? Anyone?
Here is another, kinda long:
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“I like to sleep
‘Cause I can dream”.
I heard someone say.
So every time before I rest
I wonder what the night will say.
My blood still pumps, my breath still comes
And through it all the mind’s cogs
Are working, pacing, rapidly
Like a machine in a factory.
This time of alert unconsciousness
Is a playtime in your head.
I’m convinced that every brain cell
Loves to use this time.
They paint pictures or write plays
Giving them life in your mind.
This causes all the thoughts
Shoved inside brain,
From just that day or months ago
To have a big parade.
Half ideas and strange faces
Grow beneath your lids
Until you might jump up and scream
Or simply turn in bed.
Some people say that dreams are just
Our unspoken thoughts, you see
If this is so I feel now that
My mind is mocking me
But above the fun and games that
Your brain loves to play
You wake up with a vague sense
Of some odd happening.
And though you try even until
The next time you rest
To hold that dream you once had,
The wind rolls by, out of grasp
Most attempts are futile, and
So the dream never lasts
What was that dream I saw last night?
Where is it now? Is it still mine?
But people say chasing dreams
Is just ridiculous
So I will stop my queries now and
Leave my mind at task
w00t! I'm bumping my own thread...no not really.
I really rewrote the above "dreams" (i guess?) poem.
Which one do you think is better and why?
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The blood still pumps as breath still comes
And though you sleep, the mind is up
Odd ideas and strange faces
Grow beneath your lids
Until you might jump up and scream
Or simply turn in bed
Some might say that dreams are just
Our unspoken thoughts, you see
If so, I feel now that
My mind is mocking me
Perhaps the oddest is the wake
For only shadows are the dregs
But though so brief,
They add to life.
Like a star
When seen at night.
alright, heres another crazy one for Halloween (non-Hp):
THE wacky witch of Weybridge
Loves to sip red wine.
Each and every full moon
Is her poker night.
Never does a day pass
When she doesn't feed her cats
They reek of decaying pie
and lumpy candle wax.
I've never seen the old bat,
I've heard she's got 12 toes.
And for the sake of sanity,
I hope we don't cross roads!
Interesting!
not my favorite)
