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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 05-07-05

Category: GW - Accueil

Subject
Bienvenu au Forum GuildWars

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VALEN(tine)


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 14-01-05 * * *

Category: XHTML And CSS

Subject
Aligning an image in the BOTTOM-RIGHT corner of a paragraph of text

Everyone can use CSS to align an image left or right within a page. Text in the adjacent paragraph will nicely wrap around the image - makes for some more desktop-publishy layouts.

What CSS doesn't do well is put that image at the bottom of the paragraph (lined up with the baseline of the last line of text in the paragraph).

This kludgy piece of shite does the trick:

--------------------------------
<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"
"http://www.w3.org/TR/1999/REC-html401-19991224/loose.dtd">
<html>
<head>
<meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8">
<title>bottom-right test</title>
<style type="text/css">
HTML, BODY { height:100%; }
BODY, P, H1, H2 { margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;}
TABLE, IMG, DIV, TD, TR { padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border: none; border-collapse:collapse;}
P, TD, A, H1, H2 { font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: 500; color: black; }
H1{ margin-top:10px; font-size:22px; color: #888888; }
H2 { margin-top:2px; font-size:14px; font-weight:600; color: #888888; }
P { margin-top: 4px; }
A { color: #000000; }

.separator { border-bottom:2px solid #808080; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; }
</style>
</head>
<body>
<h1>Headline Text</h1>
<h2>Subhead</h2>
<p>This is a bunch of information about a really important event that everyone should mark in their calendars. I can't emphasize strongly enough how important this event is. For more information and to register, click <span style="width:75px; display:inline-block; whitespace:nowrap;">[here]</span></p><img src="http://www.nrx.com/newsletter/winter05/more_icon_off.gif" alt="Click for more info" style="float:right; position:relative; top:-10px;"/>
<div class="separator"></div>

<h1>Another Headline</h1>
<h2>Yet another captivating subhead</h2>
<p>This is even more exciting. I'd just like everyone to read this and think "how <span style="width:90px; display:inline-block; whitespace:nowrap;">exciting!"</span></p><img src="http://www.nrx.com/newsletter/winter05/more_icon_off.gif" alt="Click for more info" style="float:right; position:relative; top:-10px;"/>
</body>
</html>

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OK, the magic is in the <img> tag's style: "float:right; position:relative; top:-10px;"
I didn't even think that negative numbers would work in that context, but they do. This, I believe, is a BUG, not a SOLUTION, but it's a bug that works for me right now.

I'm sure you're cringing right now, especially at the ugly kludge: <span style="width:90px...">. That ugly piece of duct-tape code makes sure that the last word doesn't get clobbered by the image element (it simlulates a 1-line text-wrap).

This may be the single ugliest piece of CSS I've ever done, but right now I don't care.


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 13-09-04

Category: Perl And CGI

Subject
Preserving state and user input across multiple forms using Perl / CGI

This is a basic, but fundamental issue when designing for CGI, because as you've already noticed, by default it's a stateless model. Each request-answer is self contained and doesn't intrinsically reference previous states. This can be quite frustrating if your're an application developer because applications maintain their own state as the user follows the application workflow. In Perl, PHP and other CGI environments it's up to the programmer to maintain this state - and to manage the workflow.

So, having said that rather pedantic preamble: to brass tacks. There are a good many ways this can be done.

Let's get the easy one over with:
http://search.cpan.org/~lds/CGI.pm-3.05/CGI.pm#CREATING_A_SELF-REFERENCING_URL_THAT_PRESERVES_STATE_INFORMATION:

use strict; # you always use strict, don't you?
use CGI; # use the Perl module called CGI.pm. Nowadays, this is standard with your perl installation, if not, it can be found at www.cpan.org

open STATE_FILE, "my_state_file.txt" :::: die ("Couldn't open STATE FILE: $!"); # open the file or complain
my $cgi = CGI->new(STATE_FILE); # create a new CGI object and read in the previous state's variables (the user's input)
close STATE_FILE;


# ... and then do some stuff

# and just before exiting your script:
open STATE_OUT, ">my_state_file.txt" :::: die ("Couldn't write STATE FILE: $!");
$cgi->save(STATE_OUT);
close STATE_OUT;

# ---- end 1 --------

Now this assumes you want to let CGI.pm handle all this for you. Personally, I don't use this method, because A) i like more control, B) i don't like the idea of saving state to a file, especially in the context of a highly-trafficked site that could be handling hundreds of transactions more-or-less simultaneously and C) i'm stubborn and like doing things myself!

So, a few other options:

As you no doubt know, workflow is usually initiated by a call to your script (let's call it "my_script.pl"), either through a form's "action" parameter or directly via a hyperlink. Parameters are passed to the script either via POST (from your form), or via GET (embedded in the URL). Either way, somewhere near the start of your script, you want to read these params in so that you can decide where in the workflow you are and what you're going to do next.

State can be controlled using any number of schemes. I often like to do something simple like using a parameter called "cmd" or "c" (to be somewhat more cryptic) and pass the "state" in the workflow. For example in a typical application you might:

1. display a "registration" form which is submitted
2. validate the from and send it back if it is incorrect
3. create a new record and show the user the login page
4. authenticate the user and toss them back the login page if they don't authenticate
5. show them the "goodies" once they've authenticated.

So here we have some distinct states in the workflow which can be summarized thusly:
show_registration
register_user
login

The first call to this script would be to the registration page so our "cmd" variable would be "show_registration"
You could call the script via "my_script.pl?cmd=show_registration". When the script encounters this parameter it knows where in the workflow it's supposed to be and thus displays the registration form.

Hidden in the registration form would be the "cmd" parameter, presumably in a hidden field like this:
**...form stuff*

So now when the user completes the form and hits "Submit" the cmd parameter is "register_user" and the perl scipt knows that it has to validate the form, and if it's valid, create the new user record and spit out the login page.

So on the Perl side, you create some kind of control structure that switches based on the cmd parameter:

use CGI; # why? because it's a darned convenient way of reading user input from forms.
# Alternatively you can require "cgi-lib". Google cgi-lib.pl for more info.
my $cgi = new CGI;
my %params = %{$cgi->Vars}; # read all the params from your input form into a hash in the form of $hash{name} = 'value';

# simplest method:
if ($params{'cmd'} eq 'show_registration') {
# display the registration form.....
}
elsif ($params{'cmd'} eq 'register_user') {
# validate the user and then spit out the login page if valid
}
#.... etc
else {
# some default action, like show the main menu or whatever
}

There are plenty of ways you can do this, one favourite being to create a hash of function references.

But this might not be getting to your question. Or well, it's only part of it. What about keeping track of the user's input? Like a username?

The key here, if you want to avoid the CGI->save() route is to keep passing the parameters back to the script every time you call the script. It's not as cumbersome as you might think, especially if your script is form-driven (as opposed to URL driven).

Let's say the registration process has 3 pages. On the first page, the user creates a name and password, on the second and third pages she then enters additional information. How do you maintain the name and password so that the script knows that it's that particular user who is submitting pages 2 and 3 of the form? Simple: using Perl, re-embed the username and password into the form (or use cookies, but that's another story for another day).

Let's say that the user has created a username and password. We're on page 2 of the form, and we're creating the form using Perl:

# display page 2 of the form
print qq { ***page 2*** }; # hey, we want well-formed html here, right?
# Note the qq { } format - great for embedding HTML because you don't have to worry about escaping your " and '

# start the form, embed the "cmd" parameter
print qq { ** };

# now, embed the user's previous input (ie: the username and password). They go back into hidden fields.
print qq { * }; # the qq { } will automagically expand the variable
print qq { * };
# if there is more data you want to pass, then add it here using the same format as above
# and then add the "new" form fields, for example:
print qq { *Company name: ** };
# etc... you get the picture
print qq { *** };

Pretty simple, huh? Now, when the user hits the SUBMIT button, the old data (username and password) are sent to the script along with the new data.

Hope this helps!

Tom Auger

PS: one last note. Sometimes, to make your design more flexible you want to use an external file to define your forms, rather than embedding the whole darn thing in Perl, which makes it nearly impossible for other non-programmer designers to modify the forms. In that case you read in the external html file, spit out the appropriate MIME-headers and then the file contents using a loop and "print". But how do you embed user data in there?

use strict;
use CGI;
my $cgi = new CGI;
my %params = %{$cgi->Vars};

# print headers
print $cgi->header();

# now, read in the external "template" file and spit it out - we'll be re-using this, so let's create a function for it.
output_template("my_template_html_file.html", \%params);

# ...
sub output_template {
my $template_file = shift;
my $params_ref = shift;

# read the file
open TEMPL, $template_file :::: die ("Couldn't access the template file : $!");
while (*) {
# now, for each line of the template file, look for "special" tags that we define as looking like this: *
s/*/$params_ref->{$1}/g;
print $_;
}
close TEMPL;
}

And our template form might look like this:
***templated form**
*
**">*
*

*Yes, your name is: **
*And your password is: **
**

So as the form is being read in by the output_template function in your Perl script, it's looking for those "special" tags that we've defined of the form *. When it encounters one of them, it will automatically substitute in the actual value from the user's previous input (the stuff that's stored in the %params hash). If it doesn't match, a nice side benefit is that it substitutes with "" so either way the "special" tag never appears to people sniffing around your source code.

Whew! I need a beer.


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 13-09-04

Category: Perl And CGI

Subject
A new category

I've been participating a lot in www.experts-exchange.com and some of these answers are really long-winded. So rather than lose them to the digital void, I'm putting them up here for your edification.

Cheers

VALEN


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Author: Tendrils (a_hooton@cca.edu)  
Post date: 07-04-04

Category: Poetry

Subject
none

Follow the fingers down the neck.
Good morning.
Coursing, flowing, crash, burn
beautiful.
Breakfast testimony
Sleep is broken, mahogany dreams only a fantasy
tell me it’s daylight, but don’t look. I don’t want you too see my sleep face.
You said forever starts tomorrow last night.
It’s tomorrow.
liar.
It empties out of the liars mouth as a beautifully morbid record.

Music is blood.
Play for your blood. Play for yourself.
Play for me.
You, me, him, her, them - all old.
Caress the strings of your instrument instead of me
Breathe heavily the silence of loss
and let go.
go away. cover me. come back

hello.
push words, pull eyes, touch tenderly
happy joke, then silence
“Break off the attachment it’s not becoming.”
but I’m flesh-hooked, simmering
my elements breaking down until I’ve dissipated,
Making me a mist that cloaks you in my stone pain cold.
break open the jar of pickled sorrow
full of severed hair
Flame and the firelight,
The melody of sex,
today, tonight, yesterday, but
I’m tired of nighttime nakedness
sensual, sexy, mysterious, dark
nakedness is the day is honest.
“Are you telling me you can’t be honest?”
yes. throw it away

I get all the garbage, pasteurized words, synapses of people’s brains, his brain
emptying their, trash bins, his trash bin, onto my lap.
good night
All my metal armor drags me under,
preventing me from surfacing over the trash,
the shit, the cracks, and blood and needles, fingers, eyelashes, empty bottles and teeth
underneath the sheets


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Author: Tendrils (a_hooton@cca.edu)  
Post date: 04-03-04

Category: Poetry

Subject
Russian Dogs

I stopped
not you.
You made me feel like a natural woman
without style or voice.

This is not some patriot game war fair behind enemy lines,
this is war.
A world war whatever the number of them are.
Let’s get it on, but without the sensual
I’m talking about black fists and balled eyes.
I’ve got pains in my chest, have I been shot?
Or is this a heart attack or a stroke
of bad luck that seems to have left me stranded without AAA.

Go back to the range, Cowboy,
you’re not meant for plowing
a hole in my head.

I’ve been dealt all hearts but none of them face cards
and I’m losing the game, the war, the truth.

Real or not,
my eyes can’t see you through these red not rose colored lenses
without frames.
I’ve got you under my skin without love or affection.
Disregard my ambivalence to fake smiles and the chivalrous lack of intelligence my nieve brain and stupid heart dish out
to withstand a storm
but to be recycled in the rinse cycle
prepared to unleash a gaggle of bullets to rain on your parade.
I’m already wet,
soaked to be honest without honesty, in the sink.
My stenciled shirt clings desperately
to the womanless female standing before you
even think twice about living a life full of power and shame and warm nights with Russian dogs and kisses.

Oh, I forgot
it was only a dream.
My dream not yours
You just happened to be in it by mistake,
an accidental tourist.
Guess what?
no, you guessed wrong I didn’t stop for you
I did it for me, for my stupid heart.
But what I wanted to say was you’re not the only tourist.
in fact, I’m an expert.
I’m a tourist in a world full of women and men
as a girl with a hole in her shoe where the chill seeps in around her toes.
I’m a tourist in the art of disregard
that night when I left my tape recorder in the back seat of a mini van my parents never owned in the war.

Hear that?
No, it’s not the coming of Christ to resurrect the dead, they’re all still.
I was talking about the click of my new grenade.
Are you still in the game or have you forgotten to tie your shoes?
I promise I’ll tie them together if you promise not to fall too fast
into my arms.
No deal?
It’s okay, I still have my raincoat from yesterday
when all my troubles seemed so far away
in a time long ago when a man loves a woman
and she lived.
I may be losing the war,
but I’m still kicking
off my shoes to make room for my frozen toes, Cowboy,
while you’re still chasing heifers in a field
of dreams.


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Author: Callista (sophie_lecomte@yahoo.fr)  
Post date: 02-03-04

Category: Poetry

Subject
Pour Tom

Voir ton sourire chaque matin au réveil
Est la plus tendre émotion ressentie,
Et la plus grande résolution affermie
Que je t’aime plus encore que la veille.

Plus qu’en ce pluvieux jour de septembre,
Ou nos cœurs vibrants se sont embrassés,
Ou nos âmes à jamais se sont enlacées,
Ou d’une même famille nous sommes devenus membres.

Dieu comme témoin de notre engagement,
Ton père et ta mère rayonnants de bonheur,
Mon frère représentant le pays de mon cœur,
En ce jour béni, ne manquait que mes parents.

Difficile est le départ vers d’autres cieux,
Quand on laisse derrière famille et amis,
Mais l’avenir de tant de promesses est rempli
Qu’il n’y aucun regret dans mes ‘adieux’.

Bien sûr, ce ne sera pas toujours évident
Mais même les pires moments de notre vie
Nous les affronterons ensemble, avec défi
Et nous en sortirons plus forts qu’avant.

Nous avons choisi d’unir nos destins,
Mon ami, mon époux, mon âme sœur,
Ma fierté, ma joie et mon immense bonheur,
Parcourons ensemble le reste du chemin…


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 19-02-04

Category: Digitalia

Subject
Kant Text Generator

Originally posted by Tim Hobson.

This URL generates pseudo Kantian babble:

http://bert.debruijn.be/kgp/


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 16-02-04 *

Category: Poetry

Subject
For Sophie

every day i marry you again
when i look at my hands
a golden-silver wedding band gleams,
glitters in my mind, reminds me of the vows
the hows and the whys
the wisest choice this fool has made
that february day in the UK

every day i say again "i will"
a part of me is still there in that room
the groom: eyes glinting, blinking back tears
all fears forgotten and cast aside
nothing but certainty no false illusions
behind which to hide
no running away that day
the truth publicly and solemnly acknowledged
the lonely alternative joyfully and permanently denied

every day i sign my name
and you sign yours onto my heart
i feel no outside force could force these friends apart
no trial best us nor no challenge beat us
that this bond we forged unbreakable shall be
hand in hand unto eternity

you are that love from which i draw my strength
you are that love that urges me to act
you are that love that moves me on and on
you are that love that fixes me in place
you are that love that i see in your face
you are that love that pushes past the tears
you are that love i love and will for all my years

every day confirms you are that love
the way you gently care, supporting me
my angry fits and starts
blues, quirks, smirks and farts
the way this fleshy shell becomes your temple
when you worship it so fervently, devoutly
devoting your whole being for a while to my pleasure
the way you grasp my hand in partnership
and share the heavy load:
that yoke beneath which i often fall to my knees
yet you are there to appease my anxieties,
lift me on my feet
and often shoulder more than you can bear

every day i marry you indeed
i say "i will" and sign my name
and confirm it shall always be thus
that through our moments - may they be few -
of grief and pain
we stand together strong
love each other long and true
manage everything that we can do
to keep this speeding train on track
with no regrets no looking back
full certainty that what we chose is right
we fight against adversity
we love each other fearlessly
we embrace each other passionately
keep kindness and compassion in our hearts
we move with noble grace down the marbled halls of time
hand in hand, line by line
with family, friends and God
two as one, wedded every blessed day.


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Author: Tendrils (a_hooton@cca.edu)  
Post date: 23-01-04

Category: Poetry

Subject
No service

cabbages and cola
burgers and blunts
empty gas tanks and lovers
drink 40's, hate cunts
make wishes off eyelashes
give flowers for the dead
pull blades on your brothers
let E fuck with your head
condom wrappers, cups of wine
caution tape and last dimes
cocaine
no shame
spilt brains and empty picture frames.
Let me tell you something about this bitch I used to know
She left my boy for dead and said
"ya think that it'll show?"
I hope she dies slow
The concrete's covered with love,
Yea, we mourning for you
Everyone's burning
you didn't deserve it
TRUE that
Like pigs feet in pickle jars,
we all waiting for our turn to be eaten.
Padlocks and paint cans
cold feet and rough hands
Tatoo's, IOU's
No shirt, no shoes
NO SERVICE
Spicks, dicks and wetbacks
"I'm not racist, yo, I just hate blacks"
flat tires and cold nights
ice cream and drunk fights
caps and records
bedsheets and metal chairs
hate crimes and penny collections
cigarette smoke and institution infections
Yea. I see you naked
know what? I don't care,
so am I
Clothes aren't made for beauty,
they're made to lie
about our nakedness.
Fishnets and throat frogs
commercials and silk
beaten wives, spilled milk
Yea. I hate our politics
miss the spanish life.
tired of the asian invasion
waiting for my smoking jacket, my newspaper, my pipe.
Punks and gypsies
needles and hay
guilt, children
Sir Walter Raleigh
You poor?
i am too
hell, we all are in some way shape or form
true that
You cryin?
shit son, so am I
wanna smoke weed, get faded, get blazed, get high?
Mountains and memories
chupacabras and hair
jewelry and envenlopes
loose teeth, skin tears
BUT
no shirt,
no shoes,
NO SERVICE.


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 15-01-04

Category: FORUM Admin

Subject
How Posts work

Only registered users may post.
1. Select a category, or, if one doesn't exist, create a new category.
2. Type in a subject
3. Type your message in the "Post" area
4. To look up the spelling of a word, click the lookup button
5. To look up a word in the Thesaurus, click the Thesaurus button
6. When ready, click "POST MY MESSAGE"


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Author: Xantix (xantixx@hotmail.com)  
Post date: 06-07-03 *

Category: Philosophy

Subject
Life does not exist.

Think of it, what makes you YOU and what is life.


…Your memories?

What is amnesia? What happens when a guy, after a car accident, lost his memories?
Is his former self dead?

Let me give you a simple example;
You are not sleeping in your home. You are in a hotel on vacation. Some drunken bastards weak you up in the middle of the night and the first reaction you have is "Where am I? What is this place?" You search your memory and after a short while you remember "I'm in Bruxelles (poor choice by the way) and this is my hotel room". It is the same for everything, even…your name. What if you could transfer memories from your brain to an empty clone? How would you know the difference if you were that clone, as far as you are concern you are the real thing: "Are you kidding? I remember very well the day I got graduated!" But no, you are mistaken you are about one hour old but your brain tells you you're 30. My point is how can you be sure that you don't die when you go to sleep, I mean your body is still warm with life but you, yourself, maybe you're gone and tomorrow another one will wake up thinking he is you, thinking he is 30 but he isn't. Yeah, I know, we sometimes dream but the day night thing was just a way to show you that it is not because we have memory of a life time that we do live, maybe it is not when we go to sleep that we die maybe it is every single fraction of time meaning there is no life.


…Your character?

Nice try but have you the same character now that you had when you were a small child?
Don't say yes, it is not the case. You have changed, sometimes you read a text you wrote 10 years ago and you think "Man, was I stupid". So you see it is the same thing, it is not you anymore, the small child you were is dead. I ear you saying "That was a long time ago, life evolves". Ok then, what if you are the king of the pool, you are there every day because you love swimming but one day your little daughter falls in the water and drowns herself. Now in just a eye blink you hate swimming, you hate the pool, the water and that for the rest of "your" "life". That is comprehensible but besides that a head injury without any link at all with water could have had the same result. Why? Because your brain was damaged and your brain is what makes you YOU.


The brain, a very beautiful organic computer…with sometimes system failures.
All that's happening up there is to complex to grasp but a friend had a theory which was that we decide nothing, our sub conscience does. And I agree with him. Does Lara Croft really think she is jumping around like a rabbit because she wants to? Maybe, like we think we are in love but it is just some neural activity. So the big computer makes your hearth beat, your lungs work, makes you think you are alive or in love but in the end there is no life, no love, no hate. We are just powerful organic computers, so powerful that we think we are more than matter and energy that we have a soul, a life or whatever. But no, we are as dead as a rock, just a bit more stupid that's all.

Why am I not shooting a bullet between my eyes then? Because as Albert Camus said: "Nous prenons l'habitude de vivre avant d'acquérir celle de penser. Dans cette course qui nous précipite tous les jours un peu plus vers la mort, le corps garde cette avance irréparable" which in English is more or less :"We take the habit to live before obtaining the one to think. In this race that precipitates us everyday a little more towards the death, the body keeps this irreparable advance." So you see even if I think life is an utopia, I still got a pretty strong survival instinct.


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 24-04-03

Category: Poetry

Subject
Changes

changes
sky changes
greys blacks reds blues oranges
snow rain sunny again warm
balmy baking turning to broken skies
changes
cheerful chary chugging clouds scud and scatter
hail pounds rain goes pitter-patter
i open my eyes ready to be surprised
at the sky's changes.

changes
place changes
flying walking waking working
buildings flash by unknown uninteresting
fascintating architecture rows of regularity
striking disparity streaks striving for distinction
changes
offices grey walls strange halls
hurry through homey hotel rooms
identical in their familiar foreignness
i close my eyes unaware
as the bed changes.

and dream of constance
boomerang returning to the source
setting out in a straight line
that always points back to you
the land changes the air beneath me too
direction force distance trajectory mutable
but the hand that catches me
the eye that aims me true
the breath exhaled at the release
always you
the will that drives
feet firmly planted
deep roots that will not move
though sky changes
though place changes
through my changes
unchanging love.


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 03-01-03

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

A buttercup grows at the side of the road
A plastic bag hangs like an old man's sack from a branch
Leaves scatter on the wind as I walk past
The desolation of a sunken city shattered by the blast
Air stirs heavily, hot and vast, fetid breath caressing
Mute reproach the new embrace, numbness the new solution
silence the last frontier, the final ablution
let the years wash away our sins, let mute denial be our salvation
let tears salve our wounds as time resolves and the world revolves
let us revile reckless revival and relive the tales of our survival


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VALEN - 4 lines
Yarawan - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 30-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

The fluttering fall
Feathery wisps dipping
my heart is skipping



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 25-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

It seems as though
We're not trying anymore
lazy lazy lazy



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 25-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

a new day dawns bright
seven syllables in line
Followed by eight makes music fine



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 24-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

Kindness in a hand offered
Compassion in a giggle shared
A girlish sisterhood



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 21-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

our paths intersect
dejected rejections
Unwanted fertility



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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 21-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

the sun blinds my eyes
dust suspended in white air
Bisecting clean shadow



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 21-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

Brevity pens me in
Words chill in distillation
I am drunk again



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 20-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

sitting on my hands
stare at the spinning heavens
held fast by gravity's magnet



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 19-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

hangover headache
dizzy swimmy nausea
Bone dry cocktail glasses



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VALEN - 2 lines


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Author: VALEN (POET@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 19-05-02

Category: General

Subject
Folded Word

What the hell. The Folded Word has changed from a 20-line to a 3-line format, just to switch it up a little. Let's see if we can extract any haiku out of this....


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Author: Users of The FORUM @ www.tomauger.com (Folded_Word@tomauger.com)  
Post date: 14-05-02

Category: Poetry

Subject
The FOLDED WORD

last night i had a dream
and in this dream i had last night i found myself repeating things last night
Rewind, play, rewind, instant replay in my mind, mundane made new and strange
Fantasic nonsense made perfect sense and space/time leapt like film spliced
vast spaces places to mingle mangled thoughts jingle
space and time time and again look left no time left
Leaves me bereft and staring wide eyed at things twice their size oozing dull fright
There goes the killer in bunny slippers, here comes my saviour shouting in whispers
whispering whisps of wind whisk my hair about my face
i face tomorrow's prospects like a prospector for gold
Ah the Gold Rush. Hope and greed and courage, famine and despair
There's not enough to go around if it's even there
Round and round we go going nowhere where it's neither here nor there
But there again - again nothing doing but drinking eating screwing
Jumping faster than a battering ram to smack my head into yours
And fight some more and stand chest heaving victory in my snort
short lived short-tempered, my fuse shorts and i fry
spread-eagled over this sprawling spread of seedy scrawl
Centrefolded from this solar plexus blow that flows
From dreams that stream beneath the rushing versus


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VALEN - 10 lines


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