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10/17/2009 10:48 am |
somewhere in La Mancha, in a place whose name I don’t care to recall, I came across a bony steed and a knight slumped all forlorn he regarded me with tired gaze then turned away and sighed, as if, four hundred years ago, his soul had upped and died his lance was shattered at the base his breastplate sheared in twain his scabbard empty at his side his body wracked with pain his head was bared unto the sky his harness made of rope tears fled from his rheumy eyes as if abandoning all hope what hope, cried he, is there for me without chivalry and grace? I might be mad, but sanity seems madness with a smiling face as errant knight this land I rode, defending weak and poor alike, in honour of fair Dulcinea, whose beauty none has seen the like they called me touched, said that I should confine myself to bed, they burned my books, near every one I had ever loved and read but what is loved stays in the heart and rests not on the page, and neither will I rest myself while these fires within me rage but low are the flames of my desire, that once blazed strong and true, and low are my spirits, for verily I know not what to do and on and so, the ragged knight, bemoaned his accursed doom, and all the while a spectral light shone down from a gibbous moon there are giants in these hills, I said, of fearsome size and might they rob and kill and terrorise especially at night go forth, sir knight, and battle do against this ancient foe, and free us all, for once and all, from tyranny and woe the knight looked at me once again but this time all askance, those giants are but windmills, lad, on which I broke my lance perhaps they are, came my reply, but I am ten times certain that tilting at mills is better by far than skulking behind life’s curtains damn the doctor, and the priest, to hell with prayers and potions, it’s time again to ride the plain, pursue your heart’s devotion if reality be a life morose, and madness, fierce joy, then let the moon embrace us now and our sanity destroy come take my lance, and here my sword, set spur to Rocinante, I’ll ride as Sancho by your side, sally forth again Quijote! so ride we did, into the night, to battle with our dreams, and nothing more of us was heard but for whispers on the breeze |
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10/17/2009 12:13 pm |
Hey!!!! i understand this but what is loved stays in the heart and rests not on the page, and neither will I rest myself while these fires within me rage Wow
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10/17/2009 2:34 pm |
have always loved the man from la mancha. this is so romantically passionate and idealistic... something i can relate to  and here i thought you only do dour, angsty… oops! maybe i should read some more of your earlier posts… i don’t want to be taken to task again for making another sweeping statement   "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/17/2009 6:02 pm |
It is a brilliant piece of writing. You are good.   
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10/18/2009 7:32 am |
Darn man where did you go walking this time!... For my bosom bleeds not of blood but that of joys For I read!... It is the truth in man that sets him free.. 
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10/18/2009 8:44 am |
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams- this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all- to see life as it is and not as it should be.- Miguel de Cervantesyour poem is so so so beautiful!
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10/18/2009 9:27 am |
Beauty, has a weak defense against this piece. May your words always travel as swiftly as the winds. canta bien querido poeta. I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me! Typos are human - perfection isn't
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10/18/2009 5:41 pm |
floss more often. eat better. start pilates again. wear heels more often. probably, stop giving the evil eye to all couples i see on the street. [bitterness is for spinsters. not for 28-year-old, adorably neurotic women who, let's be realistic, have plenty of options left. not making any sense? No? umm, would luv to share something insightful and lovely…but i am not so poetically inclined at the moment. but hey, lovely piece of writing... luv that prof piccy. "Running In Heels..." 
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10/19/2009 1:50 am |
ah life loved and knightly duties so now we know what you do on your time off thanks for reading and as per Dave Allen "May your God go with you"
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10/20/2009 10:11 am |
Hey!!!! i understand this but what is loved stays in the heart and rests not on the page, and neither will I rest myself while these fires within me rage Wow
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10/20/2009 10:17 am |
have always loved the man from la mancha. this is so romantically passionate and idealistic... something i can relate to and here i thought you only do dour, angsty… oops! maybe i should read some more of your earlier posts… i don’t want to be taken to task again for making another sweeping statement
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10/20/2009 10:18 am |
It is a brilliant piece of writing. You are good.
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10/20/2009 10:21 am |
Darn man where did you go walking this time!... For my bosom bleeds not of blood but that of joys For I read!...
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10/20/2009 10:22 am |
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams- this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all- to see life as it is and not as it should be.- Miguel de Cervantes your poem is so so so beautiful!
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10/20/2009 10:25 am |
Beauty, has a weak defense against this piece. May your words always travel as swiftly as the winds. canta bien querido poeta.
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10/20/2009 10:28 am |
floss more often. eat better. start pilates again. wear heels more often. probably, stop giving the evil eye to all couples i see on the street. [bitterness is for spinsters. not for 28-year-old, adorably neurotic women who, let's be realistic, have plenty of options left. not making any sense? No? umm, would luv to share something insightful and lovely…but i am not so poetically inclined at the moment. but hey, lovely piece of writing... luv that prof piccy.
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10/20/2009 10:29 am |
ah life loved and knightly duties so now we know what you do on your time off Anyone seen Ivanhoe?
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10/20/2009 11:45 pm |
The earlier posts are mainly dour and angsty, too. if it's any consolation, you break my heart everytime i read the lines they called me touched, said that I should confine myself to bed, they burned my books, near every one I had ever loved and read "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/21/2009 4:22 am |
well, yes... but maybe i shouldn't have put it so bluntly. rather beautiful in their misery. if it's any consolation, you break my heart everytime i read the lines they called me touched, said that I should confine myself to bed, they burned my books, near every one I had ever loved and read But only in a poetic way, you understand.
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10/22/2009 1:33 am |
hmmmm,, cool rhythm,,extreme mix of emotions,love the style..but just cant seem to figure out the story line. K, I sense despair of some fallen knight after fighting for a cause or some dream for too long, no? And then i am like for good sake's, you didn't convince him to give up?did ya? He he..sorry just like to understand what i am reading, so don't roll over!
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10/22/2009 4:36 am |
Very nice. You are good. Jenny 
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10/22/2009 11:46 am |
I quite like the idea of breaking your heart as some kind of consolation. But only in a poetic way, you understand. you're poetically-breaking my heart all over again "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/22/2009 1:03 pm |
dour, angsty... mean. you're poetically-breaking my heart all over again
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10/22/2009 1:04 pm |
Very nice. You are good. Thanks for visiting.
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10/22/2009 1:06 pm |
hmmmm,, cool rhythm,,extreme mix of emotions,love the style..but just cant seem to figure out the story line. K, I sense despair of some fallen knight after fighting for a cause or some dream for too long, no? And then i am like for good sake's, you didn't convince him to give up?did ya? He he..sorry just like to understand what i am reading, so don't roll over!
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10/24/2009 11:40 pm |
This surprises me. In a lovely way, of course. Wait. It doesn't surprise me that you'd assemble something lovely. It surprises me that you'd assemble this piece, in particular. I mean, you use the word 'twain' to keep your scheme in step. You're a mystery, you are. A project, even. Smitten by breezes from the land of plague... Cheers! 
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10/25/2009 12:37 am |
This surprises me. In a lovely way, of course. Wait. It doesn't surprise me that you'd assemble something lovely. It surprises me that you'd assemble this piece, in particular. I mean, you use the word 'twain' to keep your scheme in step. You're a mystery, you are. A project, even. Smitten by breezes from the land of plague...
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10/25/2009 6:32 am |
This is a wonderful dialogue between the past and the present that finally arrives agreement in the last but two stanza, which is the one that I like best. There is never ultimate reality, just as there is never ultimate madness. So now you two start to view the world by lying on the back and staring at us that opposite way? Don't you feel a bit dizzy?  
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10/25/2009 9:19 am |
That doesn't rhyme at all...as a gentleman I'll let you choose what item of clothing to remove. well, if you insist... i suppose i could make do with the butterfly charm off my bracelet. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/25/2009 3:09 pm |
This is a wonderful dialogue between the past and the present that finally arrives agreement in the last but two stanza, which is the one that I like best. There is never ultimate reality, just as there is never ultimate madness. So now you two start to view the world by lying on the back and staring at us that opposite way? Don't you feel a bit dizzy? Just getting my own perspective on things.
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10/25/2009 3:15 pm |
we are getting desperate, aren’t we? well, if you insist... i suppose i could make do with the butterfly charm off my bracelet.
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10/26/2009 10:08 am |
Darn charm bracelets...never liked 'em.... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/27/2009 4:05 pm |
neither do i... but i figured it’d come handy for this game. it’d heighten your anticipation... getting one charm at a time.
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10/28/2009 10:56 am |
One down....how many to go? "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/29/2009 4:32 am |
that's for you to find out. (ahaha.....*sigh*)
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10/29/2009 3:31 pm |
Charming. (ahaha.....*sigh*) "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/29/2009 10:28 pm |
Good grief. Cheers!
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10/30/2009 8:08 am |
what? i haven't done anything... yet.
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10/30/2009 8:09 am |
Good grief. (we are playing the oxymoron game, aren't we?)
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11/1/2009 9:11 am |
Is that a threat? "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/2/2009 3:45 am |
Okay....I'm thinking.......
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11/4/2009 10:24 am |
Okay....I'm thinking....... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/5/2009 3:21 am |
really... you have that vacant look...
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11/5/2009 9:25 am |
I didn't say what I was thinking about..... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/6/2009 8:34 am |
which would be...
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11/7/2009 3:34 pm |
something that men can think about, but women can't "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/8/2009 7:55 am |
ewww, something disgusting and icky, then. well, maybe
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11/10/2009 11:09 am |
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well, maybe "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/11/2009 10:33 am |
ugh.
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11/15/2009 4:39 am |
nah...worse than ugh... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/17/2009 2:56 am |
my vocabulary stops at ugh.
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11/17/2009 10:22 am |
You should learn "blech"...I got it from Calvin and Hobbes. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/18/2009 10:10 am |
now, i remember why i like you... you feed my mind.
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11/19/2009 11:12 am |
How quickly they forget.... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/19/2009 12:40 pm |
take it as a challenge to do something memorable. Shame...I quite liked Obama....
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11/20/2009 5:01 pm |
You want me to be John Hinckley Jr. to your Jodie Foster? Shame...I quite liked Obama.... i had a stalker when i was in my sophomore year in college (twice my age, taking his masters). he left letters and gifts (food and stuff) at the front desk. he loitered outside my dorm...i missed classes for a week just to avoid him. four of my male friends finally took turns fetching and dropping me from dorm to classes and back to dorm for weeks. believe me... i don't think of him fondly. couldn't even recall his name anymore. just thinking of him still gives me the creeps. and leave obama alone... i like him, too. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/21/2009 5:30 am |
I used to be a stalker, but I gave it up. She was so selfish. We never did anything I wanted to do.
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11/21/2009 2:57 pm |
I used to be a stalker, but I gave it up. She was so selfish. We never did anything I wanted to do. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/22/2009 5:44 am |
now, i feel sorry for stalkers... i guess i've just never seen things from their perspective before.
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11/23/2009 10:35 am |
A stalker's perspective is not very interesting, and is normally obscured by overhanging branches or curtains. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/23/2009 1:50 pm |
somehow i couldn't picture you skulking about or peeking through twitching curtains.
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