Chapter 2 - The Novelist's Desire
But more than anything else, ruslan and svetla suddenly saw him as an author, a poet, and a compatriot; not just another member of their audience.
Someone to Watch Over Me
"you remember the poet from last night?" i craned my head back to look at john and acknowledged that i did. "she's still here. behind that support pillar... you can just see her bag."
The dragon poet
The dragon poet is a gentle soul; his goal is to show you his kind is not like all those bad ones so obsessed with gold.
The Poet's Balls [partial]
Crabwert; the famous pony, poet, and lover. i must extend my gratitude to your kindly disposition. in purchasing these lowly correspondence you have generously donated to me my food and shelter.
The Forest Spirit
The countryside is beautiful and i met a few poets and even an artist working under a cherry blossom tree. i even talked to a buddhist monk traveling to a mountain retreat in shinano." "sounds very inspiring."
A poets peace.
.^ a voice from the dark called out, 'the poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. peace, not only the absence of war.'
Hitting the Town
I tried my best to get back into a good mood as i proclaimed: "one of my ancestors was a fairly well-known poet, and i wanted to go to the bookstore and see if any of his works are there." i said enthusiastically.
Poet's Greeting
I wrote this while on the chat for a girl who happened to also be a poet. just as i was about to whisper her this poem, she left, so i decided to save it here to show her later.
Tears of the Bloodscale: Tereny
Very well, then with his silver tongue: "i am a poet, a worshipper of the fine arts and the forces of nature."
Life in The Mines
Down in the mines, Where deepgold shines, That's where we live, And take what they give. Digging deep, And never stop, It's ours to keep Whatever they drop! The rocks, the stones, Reward us well, They give us loans Which we then sell!...
Those Who Forgot to Die - Part 2
He threw on the poet's shirt and the tights first; the poet's shirt had the pink triangle badge on the left breast, as required by law. next he grabbed his coat and boots and threw them on.
Regaining Lost Honor: Part 1
Anubeus recalled the words of the early twenty-first century poet, nathan e.