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Lookng to the future,
but always using the past
as a reference, a guideline,
so history does not repeat
Older technologies,
outdated beliefs.
Always the structure
for the bigger, the better
Without a strong,
tested foundation,
who are we
to claim we've advanced?
With a ge comes wisdom,
and the young'uns look up in awe
At the sheer beauty wrought
by generations passed
And with each passing decade,
the old grow older.
With that, however,
comes infinite respect
So respect your elders,
and learn from the past
because one day that knowledge
just might save your ass
but always using the past
as a reference, a guideline,
so history does not repeat
Older technologies,
outdated beliefs.
Always the structure
for the bigger, the better
Without a strong,
tested foundation,
who are we
to claim we've advanced?
With a ge comes wisdom,
and the young'uns look up in awe
At the sheer beauty wrought
by generations passed
And with each passing decade,
the old grow older.
With that, however,
comes infinite respect
So respect your elders,
and learn from the past
because one day that knowledge
just might save your ass
Literature
When Dragons Die
"It's on the beach!"
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
Dead?
She left most of the crowd behind
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Fire and Water
It was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the
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October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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This is for theme thirteen: Ancient.
I do have a bunch of poems I need to upload, most of them continuing with my 100 theme challenge that I've been working on for a while.
Let me know how you like this in a comment!
I do have a bunch of poems I need to upload, most of them continuing with my 100 theme challenge that I've been working on for a while.
Let me know how you like this in a comment!
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this is very good. I think you have a great wisdom coming through this piece, something we all can take away and use for our own lives.
well done and keep up the good work!!
well done and keep up the good work!!