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Post by John Barnett on Mar 29, 2004 20:30:47 GMT -5
Welcome friends, both old and new, This is a place for a select few, To come and bare their poetic souls, And let their intense emotions flow, Something like a coffee house or a pub, This is a true writer's club, Where hearts vent and souls are stirred, And poetic justice is always served, A place full of so many fond memories, So many great poets have created beauty, With poems and writings of all kinds, Each poet is a star unleashing their rhymes, At times we sit and read by the fire, Or sip coffee and read as the day retires, We are like a family, always here for one another, May we all be friends like sisters and brothers, The band is now truly back together, And this time we are better than ever, Welcome back to Poet Club
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Post by John Barnett on Mar 29, 2004 20:32:10 GMT -5
Poet Club, a friendly place. Come here to see a friendly face. But watch your step because you'll find The men behind the jaded line. Beaten, battered, bruised, and soar. Yet, we stand again and ask for more. There's nothing that can take us down. Nothing can tear away our crowns. The crowns atop our weary heads. They will not falter no matter what's said. So remember this when joining here. Your hour at hand is drawing near. When your searching for a home. Poet Club, she stands alone. The one who's stood the tests of time. To bring you a world with magical rhymes. A place to where your words can fly. Into an book of amber shies. In time you will know us as this. The one's who stood with shaken fists. Poet Club has stood alone. We've faced the trials and made it home No matter what has crossed our brow. We'll not go down, no way, no how.
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Post by John Barnett on Mar 29, 2004 20:34:25 GMT -5
We are children born of a great vision Living in times so full of tension The phoenix embodies our hearts and souls As we've risen from ashes and fled the coals The flame of desire still burns inside As we face our world with the words we write We built ourselves from the ground to the sky Now there are no limits to where the phoenix may fly We are the brood, resurrected and reborn To take on the world, so ripped and torn Our home is a place for all to unite together Welcome to Poet Club. This is forever.
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