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This is for members to post their creative works; literary, visual or others.
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Ok well I'll get the ball rolling here, especially since my work is only an upload and a click away. I have spent more time (as of late) on graphic design work, I get paid for that. I'd say that this is the last piece that I still retain a level of pride in.

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My only literary piece of work recently has been my Santa poem in the Santa thread.

When I read the question,
Does he exist, this Santa Claus?
I initially ignored it and then decided
to give it some pause.

It seems like the mind of the atheists
have given the Santa argument a nod,
Of using this argument to show
that there is not a God.

So, in humoring the readers
and in bringing some pre-seasonal cheer,
I'll add some more thoughts
on the Santa argument here.

Though the comparison might have some parallels,
there are some that are perpendicular,
So I will attempt to argue my case through several means,
of using rhyme and reasoning in particular.

The argument then goes
that if Santa is an illusion
then not believing in a god
could be a similar conclusion.

The comparison between the two
is not appropriate I feel
because no adults in their right mind
personally believe that Santa is real.

Adults only try to convince their child
that a man named Santa exists
But to say that any adults truly believe in him
would be amiss.

No adult tries to convince another adult
of Santa's existence,
with the exception perhaps
of those who need some mental assistance.

So, to hold the position
that Santa is not a fake,
is not a position
that any reasonable person would take.

However, to believe in God
or in a diety of any sort,
has much more evidence and reasoning
to give it support.

What, do you ask,
are reasons for God's support?
Are there any basis for what
Christians purport?

That is one of the reasons why
the "Does God exist?" thread was created,
Numerous arguments were presented
and reasons stated.

Even more than a single thread
this entire forum makes the case
of the validity of Christianity
and the reasoning on which it's based.

But, back to the matter of the
question in hand,
does this Santa Claus exist,
is he is figment or really a man?

Again the argument
that I want to press
is that a belief in Santa
no adult do profess.

And who exactly is Santa
and how is he defined?
It seems like that should also be clarified
if people are to opine.

Is he the jolly fat man
that Coke makes him out to be?
Or the dressed up men in the malls
to be photographed next to the Christmas tree?

Also, to attribute him as
the source of all presents on Christmas eve,
there are many evidences
that makes this hard to believe.

Sure, if one suspends reason,
one can account for anything.
But, it's best to approach things with logic,
lest one be labeled right wing.

But surely Santa, if he exists,
cannot avoid leaving some sort of trail,
footprints, fingerprints, or stuff that comes
from below the reindeers tail.

And speaking of reindeers
that supposed fly
they don't even have any wings
to flap with in the sky.

And what about him supposedly
living at the North Pole?
How does he get the childrens' mail,
if no planes have it as its goal?

And do airplane pilots ever
claim to have a Santa sighting?
How can he see through the dark
with Rudolf's nose providing so little lighting?

And with sheer number of toys
that kids want nowaday,
how can so much cargo fit
upon his little sleigh?

Are there more arguments against
the Santa we all love and know?
There certainly are,
but it is beyond what this single poem can show.

I have already composed beyond
what I have originally planned to write
but the time rapidly approaches
that I should bid thee good night.

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Untitled (1985)

This ditty fell outta my pen sometime during the summer of '85, and was published in December of that year in "The Poet's Corner," a column that appeared in a weekly insert section shared by six local newspapers. This was published again in the early nineties in Collections, the literary arts magazine from Artisan Lehigh Valley. I probably gave it a title for the later publication, but this is the earlier version.

Not too long after I discovered the pleasures of marijuana, I learned that one of our cats, Max, also enjoyed the herb. I really don't like cats, but Max and I had sorta bonded when he was a kitten. He fell into the pool while batting at a butterfly, and I saved him. I think he knew that I didn't like the other cats; heck, he prob'ly saw me drop-kicking them out the back door. But
everybody liked Max, and I think Max liked me. He wasn't pushy. He did his own thing. Max and I were cool. He never hogged the joint.

From my bedroom window, I watched Max as he sat outside the window of the next room, looking in. This happened:



It must be cool to be a cat
and slither around on the
neighbor's rooftop in your
perma-fastened sneakers
gliding across the fenceposts

It must be cool to be a cat
and silhouette yourself on
the green-eyed yellow moon
and curl your snakelike tail
the droning hum of motors

It must be cool to be a cat
I'm feeling like a freak now
my eyes gazing in your
window taking in every
moment of silence; he's counting
He lets out a dull meow

It must be cool to be a cat
walking through the park with your
most dangerous weapon
a claw clutching the morning
with your head in the trash can
letting out a soulful cry.



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mrmufin
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This is from an unpublished manuscript of poems I've been writing in response to some literary magazines I've been receiving over the years.

String of Pearls

There are black pearls
in a safety deposit box
at a bank.
And diamonds.
And emeralds.
They used to be displayed
on a distant family member
until they were
passed down to me.
I never have had occasion
to wear pieces
of $10,000 jewelry
saved from the revolution
by means now lost
to family oral history failures.
But their clinking laughter
and pressured terror
is now a darkened
magnetic indifference.
Unable to be sold,
unable to be used,
unable to be seen
except by me
once a year
when I run the pearls
through my indifferent
and sweaty hands
to maintain their luster
for an occasion that
most likely will
never arrive.

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A short short I wrote a few months back. A pessimistic look at friendship:

The Friend
By Adrian Oliveri


And it came to pass that the land in which Narcissus dwelt suffered under the depredations of an intense drought, and every day the pool by which he watered his vanity dwindled until all that remained were the smooth stones found at the bottom of riverbeds. Stricken by grief, he plucked one from its resting-place with his pale hand and cradled it to his breast like the possession of a departed and deeply missed friend.

‘O blessed pool, wretched am I,’ he wailed. ‘When I bent over thy form, never didst I notice thy virtues, and ever didst I remain ignorant of thy munificence and patience even as I exploited them. So virtuous and deferential were thee that thou wouldst tremble at the touch of my finger, and make way for my hand when it pressed against thee, and always flatter me with thy limpid form. And yet, now that thou hast evaporated into the air which dost wave languishingly to and fro over the meadows, like that of a spirit escaping from the smoke of the pyre, so do I realise my grief at losing he whom I now consider my only friend.’

And so Narcissus’ beautiful eyes poured his tears over the ditch where the pool once lay, hoping thereby to restore his departed friend. Though many were his tears, they were of salty water and did not number enough to revive the pool even had he sat and cried for as long as he had once sat and stared into its depths.

When the drought lifted and rain replenished the pool and quenched the thirst of the earth, so too did the sentiments Narcissus had expressed wash away, and he again saw only himself mirrored in the water.
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[img]ftp://83.227.33.243/Shared_Pictures/whatisit.jpg[/img]

What is it :)

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Could someone tell me how to put an image in a post?

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Squall wrote:Could someone tell me how to put an image in a post?
There is a tutorial on BBCode here. If you need a place to put the image, PM me and we can put your file here on the DCR server.

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I've got a poem that, though somewhat sub-par, is in fitting with the themes of this Forum:

Duality: or Another Rambling Philosophy Poem

Right, wrong
Good, bad
Duality
Imaginary duality

The real
And the reflection
God and Satan
One and the same
Heaven and Hell
Heaven or Hell
Whichever you please
Moral and immoral
Both just ideas
Exclusive of amoral
Which is no more real

Fill your head
Rack your brain
With abstract ideas
Which have no bearing

Without left there is no right
Without right there is no oppression
Without oppression there is no free
Without free there is no cost
Without cost there is no sacrifice
Without sacrifice there is no will
Without will there is no way

But there is really none of that
They are but tags
Attached to abstract ideas
This is not a pencil
Un lapiz
Or anything else
It just is

In our quest for meaning
We define our own
The true meaning
Incomprehensible yet just within reach
Everything and nothing

Duality :-k
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