Harehunter

Harehunter stepped into the gaze of the gazer his obsidian wit honed as sharp as a razor His heart went out when he saw SoT's plight He decided to try to set things aright "Students of Trinity, I can see that you see I am as confused as to how this can be for over the duration of decades of years I have listened for knowledge with my very long ears I have traveled afar to see many strange places through space and through time in dimensional spaces I wish to assist you to correct this one ill I will do it free gratis and not send a bill So please take my paw for we go to the tzar of the inter-dimensional galactic bazaar."

Dikiyobia's hunger sated on geese, Harehunter steps out from behind the trees. "This may look like rhyme I'm just biding my time But soon you will hear of a boot to my rear. I'm just having fun, I have said no pun But can you really call this poetry?"

At the sound of Dikiyoba's stomach growl Harehunter peeks out from behind a towel The air was then filled with a hideous howl of a thousand geese and some other fowl. A mason picked up his trusty trowel and yelled at the geese saying something real foul.

AC/DC, Alice Cooper to Beethoven and Mozart. The only genre I couldn't abide was disco. Thank heavens for CDB, and the Allman Brothers.

"Behind the tree there were but three, I, myself and me. We drank some tea but just a wee, but then I had to ... flee."

Don't forget to empty the recycle bin. Does spam count?

Six years of band playing the clarinet. Football games, half time shows; those were good days.

I would sell you some coffee for a nominal fee, but for one of the See I'll give it for free.

With tea I will toast to the camaraderie But not overly much lest it make us all ... Harehunter hastily hurries behind a near tree.

Harehunter hesitantly hops hither, hoping he won't be given the heave-ho he had had at the hands of Slarty. "How can I be out of character when my character is the same inside Wonderland as it is outside." Arancayter gives a grim, glowering, glance at the groveling guest. "I'm not so certain that you would be welcome here. Your penchant for punning is tiresome and often unpleasant to those who frequent this forum." Harehunter heaved a heavy sigh. "I cannot promise I shall not pun; it is too much in my nature. I will promise to curb it to 10% of my usual frequency, and if one should be obviously egregious, I shall duck to the other thread." As Harehunter faced those on the bus, he pleaded "If that is not acceptable, then I will abide apart in my humble abode."

I second that 'oof' and raise you a Yeouch!

What I meant was that in poetry, English or Latin, phrases are sometimes inverted in order to meet the rules of rhyme and meter. The beautiful thing about Latin is that because of the lexical depth of declensions and conjugations there is more freedom syntactically while still being totally unambiguous. Prose is written more in the style in which people normally speak. Poetry is written in a style that is more musical and pleasing to the ear, but is not the style that would normally be spoken in conversation.

My two most favorite teachers in high school were my Latin teacher and my English Lit. teacher. These two people had such a passion for teaching and a passion for their topic. In fact their passion was so strong, more that a little bit rubbed off onto their students. Another source for how Latin was used in its day is the work of Ovid, a poet. Here is where we see more and more of the declensions and conjugations that make minced meat out the common structure of the language. But then poetry does tend to play fast and loose with syntax in any language.

To mourn, yes, but also to honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the service of their country. There is nothing glorious about war itself, nor should there ever be. On the other hand, glory is bestowed upon those who serve above and beyond the call of duty. The price of liberty is not cheap. Because of that it must be held dearly. To the veterans of all nationalities who have paid the price for our liberty, Ego te saluto.

Not so old as that. We used an array of abaci.

Actually, we were attempting to speak of ourselves in the first person plural, but instead of one 'm' we got an 'm' and 'm'. We are going back to our hutch to hibernate.

I appreciate this salute, Triumph, and I add my salute as well. I am wondering, how many other people on this forum have served their country in this way?

Sometimes I wish that I could rhyme, But it seems I never have the thyme. Poetry adds some spice to life, It can soothe the soul and end its strife.

No truer words were said.

As impractical as it may sound, I like this idea. There are too many laws on the books now that have been superseded, but not repealed, resulting in a melange of conflicting and contradictory legal mumbo-jumbo. Starting off with a clean slate would eliminate all those outdated and currently meaningless laws, and end up with a concise set of laws that would be more applicable in today's society. I know that the language of the is difficult to read, but I understand that the words that are used have very precise and unambiguous meanings within the letter of the law. To replace this vernacular would mean replacing a single, clearly defined, word or phrase with a sentence or paragraph to convey the same meaning. Perhaps it is not as bad as I think. I think it would be a good idea to have the laws written in such a manner that you don't have to have any specific education to be able to understand it.

Ergo, summus non gratus.

I'm not Russian, I just like to take my time.

Welcome. Beware the punditry. It bears ill fruit.

On the Election Day Poll thread: Allegories can be hazardous to your health, especially those found in the Atchafalaya Swamp.

I think that is probably a safe bet, regardless of who wins.