| "How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy, -I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumbered sounds that evening store; The songs of birds -the whispering of the leaves - The voice of waters -the great bell that heaves With solemn sound, -and thousand others more, That distance of recognizance bereaves, Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar." - "How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time," John Keats Most of the things you'll find there are poems because it takes me only a few minutes to write poems, while the novels that I write take months (at most) to write. The longest novel that I wrote took me a whole year to write, while the longest poem that I wrote (currently) only took me five or six minutes. I lost the novel, but I still have the poem. |
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To FriendsYour smile illuminates the night With the glow of a thousand candle lights And your seemingly tireless warmth and cheer Are to us a treasure dear.To Friends
When you laugh, all sadness is dispersed And the deep and melancholic curse Is lifted from our heads, and then The world is a brighter place again.
You are a beacon, a guiding light. When we travel in the cold of night Your warmth surrounds us completely so We can go wherever we must go.
And though the world looks at you and sees A place to pile its calumnies We'll always see you as you truly ar
by ~bishop-myriel43
Battle HymnAll talk and no action makes fools of ourselves By making us hang our courage up shelves, High, where it will gather dust And later be corrupted by rust.Battle Hymn
People of the earth, you must beware forevermore: Sycophantic ministers are knocking at your door.
The suppression of thoughts which are noble and true Like honor and courage, fighting for what's true, Is a work of great evil, and cowardice, then, Is not a mark of noble, good men.
People of the State, you must beware forevermore: Sycophantic senators are knocking at your door.
We must not drow
by ~bishop-myriel43
The Opposite Mirror ImageI look at the mirror and there I see Myself, but no, it isn't me: I see an image cloaked in the dark Without a single hopeful spark.The Opposite Mirror Image
It is an image which does not smile, Too sober and serious to be beguiled By simple wonders: in short, it's the sum Of that which I hope I'll never become.
The real me can smile at simple things, Like dewy grass and butterfly wings So maybe it's just a trick of the eye And maybe sometimes mirrors lie.
So I laugh at the image and it fades away Like the night which flees at the sight of day. I can still laugh a
by ~bishop-myriel43
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The Country I loveEveryone can tell you how much they love their countries. But each one of us has his own way to see his country. I will tell you about my country. Here, where people have a million ways to look at it. There are some people who reduce it in passport or an Identity Card. There are who reduce it in a piece of land they own. There are who picture it in a piece of cake, to devour whenever they are filled with greed. They are who die for it, a thousand times a day, and nobody even notices them. There are people who cheat this country, who spy on it, and who feel sorry for it. And in my country there is moreThe Country I love
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"Fame Rhymes With......""Fame Rhymes With....""Fame Rhymes With......"
Fame Rhymes With Name People went and came, All with their money and name, To call each other lame.
Fame Rhymes With Same Same, Same, Same! All with their dirt and stain! When will they ever be tamed?
Fame Rhymes With Shame Glory, Fame and Name, Went all down the drain. What was left were hurt, deceit and betray.
Fame Rhymes With Maim When used to Much, Friendship turns to Grudge, Then goes injuries and loss
Fame Rhymes With Aim Despite all of these twisted ways We must all
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| Hi, hello, hello, hi! So where do we start? Ah, yes. My real name is Earl Omega, and here on DA I write as bishop-myriel43. My username was inspired by the character of Bishop Myriel (a.k.a Monseigneur Bienvenu) in Victor Hugo's novel "Les Miserables," which is one of my favorite novels alongside contemporary books like the Harry Potter series. So most people ask me where I learned my art (which is literature), and I guess you'd ask, too. Well, I learned creative writing by reading. My first story was a Lord of the Rings-like fantasy story, inspired by the magic stuff in Harry Potter, which I wrote in fourth grade to amuse myself. Unfortunately I lost the manuscript in sixth grade. Around that time, I began writing poems, just short couplets at first, but then they grew to two stanza poems with variable numbers of lines, until they became my usual form: four stanzas, four lines each. If you want tips about writing, I've got one for you: Listen to the experienced writers, then do your own thing. If they say that you should write in a quiet place, but you prefer to write with a music player on full blast, by all means, turn up the volume! It's your style, not theirs. And don't even get me started about spellings and grammar. Where do I get my inspiration? Usually from life, experiences, and what I see. Literature, as my English teacher Ms. C. says, is the mirror of mankind, and that quite describes what I write. Aside from my environment, I also get inspiration from music. My favorite singer is, hands down, Vanessa Carlton, who is responsible for the song "A Thousand Miles." So enough about me, what about you? Tell me about yourself! |
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- Current Residence: Philippines
- Interests: Reading, writing, guitar, music, Catholicism
- Favourite movie: The Passion of the Christ, The Nativity
- Favourite band or musician: Orange & Lemons,Vanessa Carlton,Charlie Christian,John Mayer,Louis Armstrong, etc.
- Favourite genre of music: early Rock and Roll, piano pop, jazz
- Favourite artist: Caravaggio, Ilya Repin, plus our beloved Deviants
- Favourite poet or writer: R. Kipling, the Catholic popes, H.L. Longfellow, J. Keats, W. Shakespeare, E.A. Poe, G.K. Chesterton
- Favourite photographer: Roger Fenton, Alexander Gardner
- Favourite style of art: literature, definitely
- MP3 player of choice: My cellphone, which I also use for taking pictures
- Favourite game: Age of Empires 3, Rise of Nations
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: I am Don Quixote, tilting against the windmill of injustice and ungodliness
- Tools of the Trade: MS Word, pen and paper,
- Yahoo: earl_dominic_18
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
On Vanessa Carlton Portrait
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I am a new breed of doll
Psycho babydoll gone wrong
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The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
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I am a new breed of doll
Psycho babydoll gone wrong
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"Das ganze tschechische Volk ist eine Simulantenbande!"
"The all Czech folk is one band of simulators!"
(The Good Soldier Švejk)
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The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
I might post chapter two soon, I just finished editing it.
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The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
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