#twain - Hello Poetry

I am not the biggest fan of Whitman and Twain- I know, sue me. They were great people, I am sure, But eh, I don’t like their writing. Twain was bland, and what he wrote Was confusing and local. He was afraid to speak out, He had the willpower of a light breeze. Whitman could sound dramatic, sure But I find little skill in what he wrote- I too can blow the bugles and beat on the drums in a flashy fashion. Whitman and Twain lived good lives I think, But they had little new or original thought. They were not revolutionaries, They were just two guys. Two good men, for sure, But not worthy of such praise in my eyes. I salute you both fo writing what you wished, But I can’t say that I’m too impressed by it. Rest easy old sould, I hope you’ve found peace. You were more influential that I will ever be.

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Jan 7

Jan 7, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC

Wolfnation4800

Whitman and Twain

I am not the biggest fan of Whitman and Twain- I know, sue me. They were great people, I am sure, But eh, I don’t like their writing. Twain was bland, and what he wrote Was confusing and local. He was afraid to speak out, He had the willpower of a light breeze. Whitman could sound dramatic, sure But I find little skill in what he wrote- I too can blow the bugles and beat on the drums in a flashy fashion. Whitman and Twain lived good lives I think, But they had little new or original thought. They were not revolutionaries, They were just two guys. Two good men, for sure, But not worthy of such praise in my eyes. I salute you both fo writing what you wished, But I can’t say that I’m too impressed by it. Rest easy old sould, I hope you’ve found peace. You were more influential that I will ever be.

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Mark Twain to Helen Keller “Oh, dear me, how unspeakably funny and owlishly idiotic and grotesque was that “plagiarism” farce! As if there was much of anything in any human utterance, oral or written, except plagiarism! The kernel, the soul—let us go farther and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances in plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are second hand, consciously or unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources and daily use by the garnerer with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them; whereas there is not a rag of originality about them any where except the little discoloration they get from his mental and moral calibre and his temperament, which is revealed in characteristics of phrasing.” Mark Twain

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Dec 1, 2021

Dec 1, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

On Plagiarism: Mark Twain to Helen Keller, who was accused of plagiarizing...

Mark Twain to Helen Keller “Oh, dear me, how unspeakably funny and owlishly idiotic and grotesque was that “plagiarism” farce! As if there was much of anything in any human utterance, oral or written, except plagiarism! The kernel, the soul—let us go farther and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances in plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are second hand, consciously or unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources and daily use by the garnerer with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them; whereas there is not a rag of originality about them any where except the little discoloration they get from his mental and moral calibre and his temperament, which is revealed in characteristics of phrasing.” Mark Twain

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Flashing lights, Chocolate delights, crack a can, sip through it, blast some music, sounds like a party? A party for one... sorry Shania Twain, ain't no party for two tonight... this gal goin solo...

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Jul 30, 2021

Jul 30, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

Shania

Flashing lights, Chocolate delights, crack a can, sip through it, blast some music, sounds like a party? A party for one... sorry Shania Twain, ain't no party for two tonight... this gal goin solo...

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Those that weep, oh weep ‘neath the shadowy, masked spectre of dreamless sleep, where time refuses to define the state of the lost divine. These are feeble sheep whom tragedy is want to reap, whom when faced with fire turn away from the truth of its healing heat, it is the Shepard’s of the herd who hurdle false virtues with tenacious leaps. But why oh why should the best of mankind’s minds all dwell on the tortured side of hell? They either submit to their anguished musings or are crowned with the fruits of their immaculate offerings, there is no compromise. But who has brought back from the abyss, the truth of it? and who only offers the seedlings of their sufferings? Was it Nietche shielding the beaten beast of burden? Was it Mark Twain is his converse between young and old, of which motor best foretold mans immortal soul? Was it Nero playing his fickle fiddle whilst Rome was razed to rubble? Was it Jim Morrison dying with his wine upon the vine whilst Indian ghosts crowned his fragile eggshell mind? Was it Bobby Dylan with his ever changing soul touching his bones via lucrative lexicon? Was it Julias Ceaser as he crossed with hardened heart across the rubicon? Was it Buddha sitting ‘neath the quiet of his tree whilst the void whispered to thee? Was it Jack Kerouac upon that rolling road of soulful life, embracing with equal measure all love and ceaseless strife? Was it the nameless brave whom have been lost to the ages of times endlessly cascading pages? Will it be You in your pursuit of what your inner vision holds true? Will it be me in my turbulent sea of bleeding dreams? None can say but death itself, for he holds the skeleton keys

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Oct 26, 2020

Oct 26, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC

Rhys44

To those that venture through the fire

Those that weep, oh weep ‘neath the shadowy, masked spectre of dreamless sleep, where time refuses to define the state of the lost divine. These are feeble sheep whom tragedy is want to reap, whom when faced with fire turn away from the truth of its healing heat, it is the Shepard’s of the herd who hurdle false virtues with tenacious leaps. But why oh why should the best of mankind’s minds all dwell on the tortured side of hell? They either submit to their anguished musings or are crowned with the fruits of their immaculate offerings, there is no compromise. But who has brought back from the abyss, the truth of it? and who only offers the seedlings of their sufferings? Was it Nietche shielding the beaten beast of burden? Was it Mark Twain is his converse between young and old, of which motor best foretold mans immortal soul? Was it Nero playing his fickle fiddle whilst Rome was razed to rubble? Was it Jim Morrison dying with his wine upon the vine whilst Indian ghosts crowned his fragile eggshell mind? Was it Bobby Dylan with his ever changing soul touching his bones via lucrative lexicon? Was it Julias Ceaser as he crossed with hardened heart across the rubicon? Was it Buddha sitting ‘neath the quiet of his tree whilst the void whispered to thee? Was it Jack Kerouac upon that rolling road of soulful life, embracing with equal measure all love and ceaseless strife? Was it the nameless brave whom have been lost to the ages of times endlessly cascading pages? Will it be You in your pursuit of what your inner vision holds true? Will it be me in my turbulent sea of bleeding dreams? None can say but death itself, for he holds the skeleton keys

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Thomas Edison once said; "Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." When I was younger, my teacher gave an assessment to everyone in the class It was a simple assessment But when we turned them in, he gave each and every paper a big red F And then proceeded to sit down and watch us react as the papers were passed back He asked us, ‘What do you think F stands for?’ The loudest response was ‘Failure’ And he shook his head hypnotically and told us ‘F does not mean failure like most think, but instead, it means ‘Find Another Way’ Those simple words changed my perspective on the tiny institution known as school Classrooms have remained the same for decades But the subjects change, they advance as we make new discoveries The material we learn today is different from what adults had to learn years ago I could use a metaphor or personification Or describe to you the exact chemical formula of KNO3 and what it stands for I could tell you how biology is important; meiosis and mitosis I could tell you the first shot of the American Civil War Or who Alexander the Great and Napoleon were Sally sells seashells by the seashore That was an alliteration Do not let an exam grade or an insignificant letter define your outlook on life Find another way to earn your A An A does not stand for awesome or amazing, it instead stands for acceptable Twain once said; "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." I will not let an exam grade define my future And you shouldn’t allow it to either Decide on something that drives you That motivates and ignites you with passion Live for being content and happy; instead of successful yet depressed Because what we take when we leave this world is not our possessions but it is our memories.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC

samsonhendrickson1200

Find Another Way

Thomas Edison once said; "Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." When I was younger, my teacher gave an assessment to everyone in the class It was a simple assessment But when we turned them in, he gave each and every paper a big red F And then proceeded to sit down and watch us react as the papers were passed back He asked us, ‘What do you think F stands for?’ The loudest response was ‘Failure’ And he shook his head hypnotically and told us ‘F does not mean failure like most think, but instead, it means ‘Find Another Way’ Those simple words changed my perspective on the tiny institution known as school Classrooms have remained the same for decades But the subjects change, they advance as we make new discoveries The material we learn today is different from what adults had to learn years ago I could use a metaphor or personification Or describe to you the exact chemical formula of KNO3 and what it stands for I could tell you how biology is important; meiosis and mitosis I could tell you the first shot of the American Civil War Or who Alexander the Great and Napoleon were Sally sells seashells by the seashore That was an alliteration Do not let an exam grade or an insignificant letter define your outlook on life Find another way to earn your A An A does not stand for awesome or amazing, it instead stands for acceptable Twain once said; "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." I will not let an exam grade define my future And you shouldn’t allow it to either Decide on something that drives you That motivates and ignites you with passion Live for being content and happy; instead of successful yet depressed Because what we take when we leave this world is not our possessions but it is our memories.

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We sure are living in different times All of the sudden things have switched Last night my neighbor's yard was littered with one dollar bills And just now my wife and I received a roll of toilet paper as a gift for our anniversary

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

The Prince & The Pauper

We sure are living in different times All of the sudden things have switched Last night my neighbor's yard was littered with one dollar bills And just now my wife and I received a roll of toilet paper as a gift for our anniversary

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Love is the healer and the killer. It just ***** when both is done by the same person.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC

FantasistRPAN

Twain

Love is the healer and the killer. It just ***** when both is done by the same person.

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Man is the only animal that blushes, or needs to.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC

lou-sasol

blushing

Man is the only animal that blushes, or needs to.

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I am the sword that splits the world in twain. I am the shield upon which pain breaks. I am the storm that rages in your heart. I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks. I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC

shipoftheseus

Resolution

I am the sword that splits the world in twain. I am the shield upon which pain breaks. I am the storm that rages in your heart. I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks. I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

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