Talk:Rosalind Picard/Poetry

Ottava Rima

 * Ottava Rima works her magic
 * And yet the meaning is obscured
 * In a way that truly is so tragic
 * but by many is ignored
 * The truth she hides in a whitewash attic
 * Where other myths are stored
 * None of which’s held in high regard
 * When the alleg’d victim is Rose Picard. &#0149;Jim 62 sch&#0149; dissera! 00:10, 6 May 2008 (UTC)

To dance a dance, one must follow in turn Iambic form, or will their partner go; Stay with the beat or be you forced to yearn, And crave after meaning! Will you say no? Your form is brute, your words do only burn Paltry readers, whose delicate minds so Desiring beauty and all they will get Is unpolished words saying only - :) Ottava Rima (talk) 01:20, 6 May 2008 (UTC)
 * To dance a dance without stepping 'pon feet
 * To hear the song in their ears with a hum
 * That gathers long the imperial beat
 * That peasants hear as funereal drums
 * And yet as I in th'Imperial seat
 * Care not a whit for the bleating of bums
 * For they whine in tune to the sounds of night
 * Mistaking joy for their incessive plight. :)  &#0149;Jim 62 sch&#0149; dissera! 01:52, 6 May 2008 (UTC)


 * To wash some whites, to bleach the rest,
 * Quietly now, or they shall hear;
 * The topic long past, that awful pest
 * Why ever would one keep it near?
 * A quicker pace, a turn thats best
 * And words that shall confuse a seer:
 * The topic we can soon ignore,
 * Because wasn't it just a bore?
 * - :) Ottava Rima (talk)


 * That topic past, today it burns,
 * That topic passed, in olden days
 * As truth t'all to whom hea'n yearned
 * The Primal dream of the godly gaze
 * Still they flock, hist'ry unlearned
 * to learn is naught but to be amased
 * By fairy tales and other dreams
 * Virtue engender'd is all it seems. :)  &#0149;Jim 62 sch&#0149; dissera! 02:20, 6 May 2008 (UTC)


 * Is that whisper heard I come near
 * Messenger of that coming night?
 * Sweet death's little brother none fear
 * And few of him would ever fright,
 * But he of course can make it clear
 * To silence words with his soft might.
 * And as the moon beckons me so
 * I'm 'fraid that I must stop and go.
 * - Ottava Rima (talk) 03:40, 6 May 2008 (UTC)


 * I must quit drinking the bong water.  Orange Marlin  Talk• Contributions 02:55, 6 May 2008 (UTC)


 * A new day rises from the bong
 * Of life and its secrets beheld
 * 'Til sweet death's brother comes along;
 * Was not by fear many were felled
 * But 'pon hearing the dirgy song
 * They curl up and die, bloodless wells
 * Nay I must stop, ‘tis misery
 * To speak of death on wiki-P. &#0149;Jim 62 sch&#0149; dissera! 18:33, 6 May 2008 (UTC)


 * Wikipedia Unbound


 * Of editors, partisans, and those
 * Of themselves only they care that I sing,
 * In times when issues not import, I suppose,
 * Take precedence over those who can bring
 * Great changes, just helpful; though we once chose
 * To make Verify and Civil our king,
 * But these great monarchs now apparent slain,
 * Leaving only Mischief and Discord reign.


 * And when editors continue their way,
 * Constant bicker and controversy stale,
 * I will tell things not attempted today:
 * The fight is pointless, the matter is pale,
 * (In compare with other pages I say)
 * So why join Frenzy, Whine, Complain and Rail?
 * By poor talents sufficient for the task
 * I will before all the matter unmask.


 * Most generous people (and those of less),
 * I beseech you to listen to my plea
 * And stop this redundant editing mess;
 * Thats all I want, all that ever can be,
 * Since circular fighting is all I see.
 * Does she matter, really? To you or me?
 * I think not. But she is a person, now,
 * And then why all of this struggle allow?


 * Simply I put, and simply it is now
 * To see that she is just a scientist,
 * But not, it seems, of research's sacred cow
 * A worshiper, of "fact" in its purest.
 * Instead she of faith and cynic allow
 * Doubt to exist; Really? Is this the gist?
 * A simple signature proves anything not
 * But causes problems, and thats what we got.


 * Stop your fighting, please go along your way!
 * One line, two lines, does it even matter?
 * What do you hope to prove now if you stay?
 * But of course, the attacks are to flatter
 * Opinions, this is clear as night and day.
 * Why not think of others, stop the clatter,
 * And go edit pages that dire need work
 * Instead of staying here to fight and lurk.


 * I tell you this (and I beseech you all!)
 * She doesn't matter, her import too low,
 * She can't harm to you bring, her power small,
 * Nor does she care of which way that you go
 * But only of her self and of how you call
 * Negative 'tention upon her page so;
 * Tis said, tis hurts, to be part of dispute
 * That seeks only to ruin one's repute.


 * Many are details left and details right
 * Fly around the page like mock angels warre,
 * Heavenly knights that are of Milton's sight,
 * And want to take this epic challenge more.
 * But does this prove your editing might
 * When in this page trapp'd by Drama's lure?
 * There is no reason found during this age
 * To claim such things ever increase a page.


 * But fight on ye will, oh how you care not!
 * So far, now, you continue on and on,
 * And, by you, shall this be poor Wiki's lot
 * To be cast aside for your egos fawn.
 * Are there none out there dismayed and distraught?
 * Oh Fate! Oh Fortune! Whichever you don,
 * Please free the abused from your horrid clutch.
 * How can my words really implore too much?


 * False warriors fight and rage upon the field,
 * Editing whatever they want and care
 * Without ever wanting to stop or yield
 * An inch of this ground that we all should share.
 * But Truth, though battered, away not yet sealed
 * Still guides us; sweet Beauty tries to prepare
 * A time and place when the fighting will stop,
 * When we will all be willing to co-op.


 * The time is soon here; the time has not past.
 * Now, lay down your arms and look at it clear
 * And witness the destruction that comes fast
 * From petty fighting. Don't you see? I fear
 * That few will realize, or come to at last,
 * There lacks a point. Wiki to us is dear,
 * So why don't we treat her well and show care
 * By stopping this fighting over split hair?
 * - Ottava Rima (talk) 13:40, 7 May 2008 (UTC)


 * OK, that was good - very good in fact. I don't necessarily mean that as an endorsement of the gist, but I'm quite impressed -- and I'm not easily impressed.  In fact, it reminds me a bit of Byron's Don Juan.  Very cool.   &#0149;Jim 62 sch&#0149; dissera! 21:39, 7 May 2008 (UTC)