COMPUTERS MUSTN'T COME TO MIND.

REGARDLESS WHERE TO CREATE
AND WHAT TO USE FOR IT
YOU CERTAINLY MUST NOT FORGET
THAT WORD IS AS A BIT
OF A REFINED ARROW... ISN'T IT?
IT MAY EFFECT ON ALL YOUR BEING
IT'S BUILT BY IT AS WELL
IT MAKES YOU SMILE,
IT MAKES YOU SING,
IT MAKES YOU CRY,
AND ALSO THINK
ABOUT VARIOS MISTAKES
AND HAPPY MOMENTS. IN THAT CASE
I'D LIKE TO SAY AND UNDERLINE –
COMPUTERS MUSTN'T COME TO MIND.
WHETHER THE KEYBOARD OR THE INK,
TRY TO INVENT A GORGEOUS THINK,
(IT'S UNIMPORTANT WHERE) SAVE IT,
DON'T LET THE TIME TO MAKE IT BURRIED.

UNFORTUNATELY, THEY HAD REGISTERED ME QUITE LATE, SO NOBODY HAD ANSWERED ON MINE MESSAGE.

МАША ЛОГИНОВА
YOU CAN'T WRITE POETRY ON THE COMPUTER
YOU REALLY TIRED
YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED
YOU ARE SITTING ONE HOUR, TWO...
YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING
DON'T UPSET.
SWITCH OFF YOUR COMPUTER
AND GO TO BED.

Riddie-Belk
THE BETTER WAY IN ANY SITUATION
IS HOLDING IT FOR ALL THE TIME SWITCHED OFF
IT ALWAYS BRINGS SOME RUTHFUL AFTERMATHS
AND ILLNESSES INSTEAD OF GIFTS.

STILLHET
COMPUTER IS THE THING OF EVIL.
HIS EYE IS BIG AND REALLY EVIL.
IT MAKES ALL PEOPLE A BIT NERVOUS,
THROUGH PRISM OF NUMBERS LOOKS ENORMOUS.

POETRY IS OUR GLADNESS.
IT GIVES US WINGS TO FLY FROM SADNESS.
IT MAKES US FLY INSTEAD OF GOING
AND GIVE TO PEOPLE SENSE OF LOVING.

WE CAN’T COMPARE THESE TWO THINGS,
IF WE COMBINE IT’LL SHRED THE WINGS.
WE’LL STAY ON EARTH AND LEAVE THE JOY.
DON’T USE COMPUTER AS A TOY!

Riddie-Belk
I'D LIKE TO COMMENT THIS ONE,
IT REALLY HAS BROUGHT ME A LOT OF FUN.
COMPUTER'S REALLY MADE BY DEMONS,
THEY MAKE US STUPID, SLOWLY KILL US.

YOU'RE RIGHT, WE OUGHT TO GET SOME REST.
ALTHOUGH WE THINK THAT IT'S THE BEST
THING, THE HUMANITY HAD BROUGHT IN DAILY LIFE,
BUT IN A RACE WITH CLOCK WE ONLY DEEPER DIVE
IN THAT GREAT WORLD CALLED INTERNET
AND STAYS QUITE EVEN TVSET...

I LIKE YOUR WORD ABOUT THE SENCE
OF LOVING. BUT I'LL STAND AGAINST
YOUR INSTANCE NOT TO USE IT AS A TOY
BECAUSE MORE THAN A HALF OF THAT'S FOR GETTING JOY)))

ND
My idea is so clear
That you can dig it all.
Don’t be afraid and fear,
Comment me, hey! Come on!
I want to say you briefly
The poems are my life,
I try to get on deeply
Like steel and bitter knife.
My life is full of poets
And merriness, and fun,
Ideas sound like coins
And shine like summer sun.
You can write poems where
There are a lot of roads,
Or nobody’s disturbing,
And waves are caring boats
Of you imagination,
And soul comes away.
Give it emancipation
And it will really say
That wanted for the years,
And you will win it all!
Don’t worry, don’t have tears!
Let’s start it. So, let’s go!

Riddie-Belk

цитата:
Don’t be afraid and fear,

Excuse me?  (Не будь страхом? хд)

People, don't you think it's boring
To use in every second post
The word, that's simply as a ghost...
Without synonyms... It's coming
To every second clever mind
And kicks out all of other kind...
Don't use this pair clear - idea,
Try to think of another rhyme
That would fit brilliantly here
And show the wealth of words in mind.