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Laws of Marching Band#1: What ever happens in Band camp, stays in band camp
#2: Water is your friend
#3: The sun is not your friend
#4: Drill charts are not sweat rags
#5: Tubas (and guard) have the right of way
#6: Watch out for falling objects
#7: GET IN THE PICTURE!
#8: Toes up!
#9: Never piss off a piccolo player who is holding a piccolo
#10: Don't piss off the people with the longest reach (poles are a whole lot cheaper than instruments)
#11: The band director is always right
#12: The drum majors are never wrong (Unless in conflict with rule #11)
#13: The trumpet is sacred. Fear the Trumpet
#14: If you can't understand the drum line, don't worry

Derpy HoovesDerpy Hooves
It's time to go out and deliver todays news
she nodded her eyes still cross
she was eating an orange but gave it a toss
first stop was Rainbow Dash
When she got there she heard a crash
It was none other than dash
who is now laying down in the grass
Derpy walked over to the disoriented filly
and looked at her a little silly
Dash stood up with a yawn
then hovered three inches above the lawn
Derpy handed her a package
Then took out an apple for a little snackage
Rainbow dash opened the package and gave derpy a kiss
which filled her with absolute bliss
"Oh thank you D.H i didn't know you felt that way about me"
derp

Llamas: Conversation in PoemLlamas
By peachnewt and knightswhodontsayni
This is a conversation in poem that started with the gift of a llama.

knightswhodontsayni:
Thanks for the llama.
A pixelated icon.
This is a haiku.

peachnewt:
To say you're welcome
Is but a courtesy,
To llama it forward
Changes reality.

knightswhodontsayni:
Are you suggesting
I give you a llama?
This gift I am accepting
Should come without drama.

peachnewt:
I need no return
For alpaca or llama.
And I do not ask
With anger or drama.
To give to the giver
Is a gift with two sides,
To give upon strangers
Is an unexpected surprise.
The more facets a gift

little red and demon

A rhyme story about a demon looking for love. He goes to the land of fairytales to search for his own princess. On his journey he meets a few well known fairytales. GIggles, Petunia, and Flaky. There is still blood. Read and Review It's a good laugh.

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There once was a demon who lived alone
On the dark side of the world he sat in his throne
Flippy was the name he was given
For his second personality which was hidden

His own fairytale is what he wished for
And to not live forever in blood and gore
So a princess he would go and find
One who is beautiful graceful and kind

He took along with him his bowi

Red Vs Blue: AIs

To start off, Delta as the mind

Sigma is where creativity one can find

Gamma's knock-knock jokes will bore you to death

Omega's wrath will leave none of you left

Epsilon held the memories of the director

Theta needs a North Dakota protector

Iota was the one who drove Carolina insane

Eta, the twin, added to the pain

Alpha in blue is our father

While Alisson is in black and a bother

Α · Γ · Δ · Ε · Η · Θ · I · Σ · Ω

No matter how far
we find each other
For the Meta, we are

Card Games on MotorcyclesThere once was an anime, it was kind of lame.
The entire plot was based on a children's card game.
Most characters were annoying, others were weird,
And the show was confusing and didn't know where to steer.
Eventually, enough, it became a pretty good show,
With the birth of The Abridged Series, and LittleKuriboh!
The characters were given life; the show was not the same,
But he didn't use Season 0, so there was no Yami Game.
But the show had great lines and quotes that were funny,
Like Kiba yelling, "Screw the rules, I have money!"
Making Tristan's voice fill all the usefulness he did lack,
Or Yugi's "Super Special Awesome Attack!

High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blue
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?

When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.

All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!

Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!

You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!

Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!

Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!

Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler f

Doctor Who?Doctor Who?

One night I looked up at the sky,
And what did I see?
A big, blue, police box,
Flying down towards me.

The box came from nowhere,
It made the wind gush through the trees,
The door opened up and a man came out,
Saying, "Hello, I am The Doctor. Who might you be?"

I ask, "What is this box?"
He said, "It's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,"
I ask, "What does it do?"
He said, "It will take you anywhere in the universe. Just name the time and the place."

I looked inside the blue box,
It's bigger on the inside,
I asked, "You can fly this thing?"
He said, "Of course I can!" and he straighten his bowtie.

I s

ClopinThe thought makes me giggle
The sight makes me laugh
The voice makes me swoon
Like a silly child again
The antics just kill me
The jokes and the jests
But the sweetest of all
Is what lies in his chest.

Go the Buck to Sleep: A ParodyGo the Buck to Sleep

The fillies nestle close to their mothers now
Tired creatures rest in a heap.
I'll tuck your little hoofsies in.
Please go the buck to sleep.

Ponyville snoozes in darkness, my darling
Not even the insects creep.
It's time to go to slumberland,
So go the buck to sleep.

The griffins above the clouds are tired out
And the fishes slumber in the deep.
Ponyfeathers, there's no way you're not tired!
Just get in your bucking bed, you'll see! Go sleep!

Rainbow Dash is snoring now
And Applejack is counting sheep.
Darn it, just shut up, no more,
And go the buck to sleep!

Fluttershy keeps her critters close.
They sn

Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.

Sometimes I have these random thoughts.

To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.

Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.

And for no one to label me as out of my mind.

Just do something spontaneous like…

Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.

Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.

Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.

Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.

Pour a bag of self raising flowe

An Iron Maiden tale

"Iron Maiden"

The prisoner, caught somewhere in time, the fugitive runs silent runs deep.
Burning with ambition from those wasted years,
hallowed be thy name in innocent exile, a twilight zone, sanctuary.

Killers, the fear of the dark.
Prowlers, assassins and drifters never afraid to shoot strangers,
like a phantom of the opera leaving his mark.

Back to the village, don't look to the eyes of a stranger.
Brave new world, a massacre, gangland more like transilvania,
public enema number one, not just a weekend warrior.

For the greater good of gods at childhood's end.
Mercenary, tailgunner or trooper,
always blood on the world's hands

A Poetic MessThere's nothing to do.
How about writing haiku?
Poetry is fun.

It's so tiresome, though...
Five, seven, five syllables?
Why those three numbers?

I don't like haiku anymore,
so how about ABCB?
That's a good rhythm, I suppose,
it's easy to write and read.

ABCB gets old so quick,
ABAB is more my style.
I think these rhymes are making me sick,
but, I'll still rhyme for a while.

What rhythm to use?
Oh, perfect, look what I've done.
I'm back to haiku.

Poetry just isn't my thing,
I can't decide what rhythm to stick to.
What's wrong with me? What should I do?
ABBB? Well, I guess that's new...

Screw these stupid rhymes,
I'm doing free verse.
...

No~NO

"We will be out for a while. Please watch out our apartment, 'kay?" Pewdie said, looking through his real friend but not-to-real-friend, Piggeh, Stephano, Gonzales, Mr.Chair and Skully, while filled something in his bag. Yeah, as you know, they are in Pewdie Marzia and Pewdie's room, (because their room so small and makes them 2 to sleep together).
"Where will you guys go?" asked Piggeh, look very curiosly. Pewdie shook his head no.
"If I tell you, sure you guys will going to stalked us again until you guys made avery big trouble like before…" Pewdie said and close his bag. Marzia, his girlfriend, give them a small smile.
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Warm Cookies

by ~erziban, Oct 14, 2010, 7:10:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Concrete Poetry

She curls her tail
Around herself
And carefully
Grooms
A little white paw
And looks at me
So innocently
From the sheet
Of warm cookies
She lies upon

Warm Cookiesby ~erziban

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Concrete Poetry

©2010-2013 ~erziban

This isn't the best of my work, but I had to write it; I found my daughter's cat, Lily, who some of you have seen in my gallery, curled up quite comfortably on the stovetop, laying on a freshly baked tray of chocolate chip cookies! Luckilly, they were covered with paper towels.....what a brain damaged cat!!!!!

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~RachelLynn89 Jan 9, 2011

I really like this. I can picture it

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~erziban Jan 9, 2011

Thank you...if you look in my gallery, you will find a picture of the culprit...a little white and grey monster!

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~Questingpoet Nov 8, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

LOL, always nice to read a light-hearted short poem too. Cats!! You gotta love em!

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~erziban Nov 8, 2010

She is so brain-damaged....She is the cat currently prominently displayed on my page...

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Mood: Love

~druidoaks Oct 31, 2010

My goodness I don't understand why your poems don't have 1,000's of views but I don't understand people and their choices. Poems that are not very good or comprehensible get viewed and then work like yours which is real, and beautiful and soul and mind identifing have low views. You must be published and if not you should be!!!!!

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~erziban Oct 31, 2010

That is the kindest and sweetest compliment I have ever gotten! Thank you so much...I just write what I feel...it's my way to stay sane when life is on a rollercoaster!

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*chrisntheboat Oct 14, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Wonderful cat cookies!

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~erziban Oct 14, 2010

She's one of the strangest cats I have ever known....

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*chrisntheboat Oct 14, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

That is cool

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~erziban Oct 14, 2010

Yep...keeps the boredom to a minimum!

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