A poem about a dead game dog

<TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=3 width="90%" align=center border=0><TBODY><TR><TD></TD></TR><TR><TD class=quote> Wonder abates, horror arose, Terror such as no one knows. Life is fleeting, time goes fast, hold tight to life... or it shall pass. Death is born apon an enemies wings ,a shadowed, clouded, evil thing. And when my opponent thinks im gone, They'll be horrified my gameness lives on...I fear no end, I fear no pain, my only concern is losing the game.


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I like it

 

Gracias Amigo

 

nice work lets have some more

 

Well back in the old days I would have posted like 5 good poems and a few good jokes...but were not as poetic or humorous as we use to be around these parts....everyone got too damn serious.
We arent even allowed to watch Cartoons anymore...

 

I love it.

 

I reallly like it.

 

Good stuff.

 

no cartoons what's the world coming to, i'd be lost without my cartoons

 

The "old days"? Like two years ago? Two years ago is the old days?

"Life is fleeting, time goes fast" Ummm, to quote, uh, someone.

I prefer to live in the present and have a good time now.
Oh yeah sending you a pm misterdogman.

 

Well im waiting...still dont see it...

 

I am a slow typer.

 

thats pretty good one,,,,,,,
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yeap u don't get the good cartoons anymore,,,,,, u know ,,,,,,road runner,,, wylie coyote,,, tazmanien devil.,,, daffy duck,,, elmer fudd,,,, yosimitee sam,,,Red the rooster,,, last but not least bugs bunny,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I told you MD that i like the back of the short bus

 

Did you write that? Not bad at all.

 

of course....just call me Edgar Allen Dogman

 

Firstly, thank you misterdogman! I enjoy such ditties. Short and hard driven.
A true talent exists when someone can illustrate a lifetime of learning (in whatever their passion is) with a simple few lines. Bravo.

I certainly did not write this, but it applies to all of us.
Here is one I keep with me:

"To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.<o></o>


This is to have succeeded."<o></o>

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

I applaud you for your good taste my friend...even though im a dogman and fought in MMA tryin to go UFC before I broke my back]..I have a gentle side and I am 100% poet...anything from love to hate to dishwashers and road side trash....I write about it all...it can be found in my book of literature....thankyou for the kind comments....Your very gracious..

 

Very nice, you can read the passion between the lines

 

Thank you very much....I receive a lot of value in your kind comment

 

Nice read! Short and sweet, and to the point! :cool:

on my motorcycle forum, we have a very long thread going about motorcycle haikus, (5,7,5). It'd be cool to do one here regarding APBT's.
how 'bout:

"The A.P.B.T.
dogs of unsurpassed gameness.
No breed can compare!"


(just popped into my head), but you get the idea.