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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Letter to AP Parody William Mackworth Praed A Letter of Advice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP, I leave you this letter <br>after writing from ten until nine<br>for a site I'd delight to know better, <br>for a smile that my heart can't decline.<br>But I found after lengthily pacing<br>for points in the cold for some sign<br>that my heart which with hope had been racing<br>in darkest despair did repine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP from twelve to eleven<br>last night saw me knock at your door<br>in hope that an angel from heaven<br>should show me the light - but no more<br>shall I screed in my need if no answer<br>can echo, where no joy's in store -<br>I won't dangle as puppet-stringed dancer, <br>not even for one I adore! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I came through a link all seemed dandy<br>but when one digs deeper one finds<br>some exchange trophy's gold, sold like candy<br>to boost up friends' ignorant minds.<br>While some bore with gore and knives cutting, <br>some 'WOW', 'ain't it AWESOME! ' exclaim, <br>my mind is on archives rebutting<br>the flame of my name for life's fame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP a contest has started<br>to ask how and what we should change<br>from far and near writers are charted<br>to test the extent of their range.<br>One thought one would add, tender hearted, <br>that the category archives strange<br>one votes for sane system that lets id<br>and ego poor upgrades arrange.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP I'm asked about blocking<br>those who comments oft copy and paste, <br>and those with insults in their stocking<br>who, bitter, goodwill fritter, waste.<br>Should one justly ignore with door locking<br>those who trophies exchange in their haste<br>to hold contests too quickie, taste mocking -<br>what would you advise, culprit traced? <br> <br>Should one tolerate those, the boat rocking, <br>with pseudo anonymous based, <br>or respond - not react - to their shocking<br>behaviour online both debased<br>and short term as they squirm, blow half-cocking<br>credibility - consequence faced<br>too seldom while points they are clocking<br>at others' expense, trust misplaced? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So though contests appear open wide, Dear, <br>there is so little logic, the game<br>soon must tire as the outflowing tide, Dear, <br>should erase every unworthy frame.<br>And how I detest comments wise may<br>be wiped out because some can't stand<br>home truths but prefer good surprise pay, <br>in AH, OOH and ERR 'missedtyped' hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP twenty hours have I waited<br>day in and day out by grief torn, <br>all attempts that I made were ill-fated<br>as my consonants vowed my vowels scorn.<br>The wonder my dunderhead brought you<br>tonight may steal thunder at morn, <br>but the blossoms whose beauty besought you<br>fade so fast when few look, - I'm foresworn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP twenty hours have I waited<br>day in and day out by grief torn, <br>all attempts that I made were ill-fated<br>as my consonants vowed my vowels scorn.<br>The wonder my dunderhead brought you<br>tonight may steal thunder at morn, <br>but the blossoms whose beauty besought you<br>fade as fast as last season's drenched corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As on Thursday applauseless, defeated, <br>so on Friday all clauseless I'm spurned, <br>is the cycle of love thus completed, <br>is this all the thanks that I've earned? <br>It is hard for a fool to be taken -<br>and sure signal one's soft in the head, -<br>but the reason that slept must awaken, <br>and the spirit, restored, won't be lead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd have offered you all in my power, <br>to cherish, to share, to be kind, <br>I'd have nurtured emotions to flower<br>and found wings for soul unresigned.<br>It is not just the whim of an hour<br>but life spent with no bent chains to bind, <br>in a warm, in a warm, tender bower<br>with blank verse, even worse, left behind! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I be present tomorrow, <br>bear false witness with stanzas prewrit.<br>Once again 'less in anger than sorrow'<br>I will try to bar love from my wit.<br>I will try to contain my emotion -<br>just go through the motions to ease<br>the emptiness born from devotion<br>to one who my [he]art pleased to tease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good luck with your plans to continue<br>support for the wor[l]d caught in art! <br>Good luck for the talent that sings you! <br>Good luck for applause roars most chart! <br>I'll return into cold hibernation<br>all alone til your smile shines bright through<br>the slough of despondent elation, <br>these Elysian fields cropped by few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear AP, don't answer this letter<br>should sentiments biased appear, <br>I'll remain evermore your deep debtor -<br>who taught me to share and feel near.<br>Intuitions are fine for romantic, <br>sensations that blossom in dreams, <br>but a chasm as deep as Atlantic<br>drowns my talent, it seems, AP, Dear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindly, sometimes remember I follow<br>your footsteps as forward they flow, <br>and the shadow which seems to be hollow<br>is an echo which helps me to know<br>how the sun shines for YOU as Apollo<br>his steeds urges onwards, - and though<br>daily night insight penned Styx shall swallow<br>tomorrow dawn's brightness will glow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Dear AP! the contest suggested<br>I restrict blank verse thinklings to four, <br>and although I am 'AWE'fully congested<br>my mind keeps outreaching for more! <br>So perhaps if no 'honorable mention'<br>I am offered with trophy awry, <br>at least I can hope for attention<br>before ink runs dry, - so Good bye! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(12 April 2005)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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after writing from ten until nine
for a site I'd delight to know better, 
for a smile that my heart can't decline.
But I found after lengthily pacing
for points in the cold for some sign
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