Pro results up!!!!

General Yo-Yo
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Sounds good. Thanks for doing this.

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Yup, no problem.

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Ths is beautiful :cry:

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I throw my yoyo
The wind will blow with much force
It ruined my trick

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Bill Nye the Science Guy, the hero YoYoExpert deserves, but not the one it needs right now.

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I play with yoyos over the concrete, crash it goes, scratch scratch scratch. I smell the worse smell, which is anodization, o no o no I might go out of control.

I walk away and smell the fresh air, hoping I did not catch some nasty illness, for that would be bad, very bad indeed.

So I continue my day, and by dusk I have gone insane. Wow!!! YEAH!!! I LOVE THROWING YOYOS OUT THE WINDOW!!!

YEEEHAW! CRUSH THAT STINKIN’ FHZ

I really am not good at poems, but that’s some humor for people who find Insane people funny…

Keep THROWIN’ (YOYOS OUT THE WINDOW)

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DING DING ROUND THREE, I’M BACK FOR THE CHEESE
KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? I’m GONNA WIN G
SURE MY RAPS AIN’T AS DEEP ORAS MEANINGFUL
BUT THEY STILL AWESOME SWAGFUL
TOTALARTIST ON THE MIKE, COME HATE ON US
BUT MESS WITH US, YOULL END UP ON THE HATE TRUCK
BACK TO YOYOS, TODAY I GOT A GRIND MACHINE ON IMPULSE BUY
I TOLD MYSELF “ONLY $20 DOLLARS ON YOYOS NOAH” WHY DID I EVEN TRY
DON’T EVEN COME UP IN HERE AND TELL ME YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY SWAG STEEZ
I BUST OUT YOYO TRICKS LEAVE YOU UNINHIBITED, AND ON YOUR KNEES
AND IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW BEFORE, THEN NOW YOU KNOW MY SWAG HIGHER THAT A SEQUOIA TREE
I DON’T KNOW HOW MY WHOLE ENTRY THING WILL WORK BUT I GAVE IT MY BEST SHOT
MAYBE DINGO WILL DISQUALIFY ME, AND WHUT
YOU SAID YOU COULD THROW, BUT YOUR STYLE IS UGLY
YOU LOOK LIKE A BALL AFTER A GAME OF RUGBY, KID PLEASE

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This poem will most likely not Rhyme at all, since i just improvised it as i typed it.

Why does one yo?
why does one flail thy gyroscopic device all around?
Questions of humanity may not be answered
But they are quarreled over

while drama persists
and heck reigns over
thou will be done
by the hamburger bun

i shall show compassion
with a burning compulsion
to throw when tired, wired, or fired
i will continue on, to the john

thou may be aggravated, or mad as such
but thy will not ask
for any or much

so all i ask of you is to care
for the fellow thrower
if you dare

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Oh, the Great and General Yo,
How you befit my palm,
And when I set you free,
The sound reminds me of a psalm.

Like the sinking of the sun,
As a pendulum may sway,
The yoyo is my constant in a state of disarray.

I mold your string like putty 'til you glide with fluid grace;
There is no earthly sensation which your love cannot replace.
The Fates have spun my spirit; they bestowed you unto me,
Weaving General Yo into my fated destiny.

You cause a pulsing in my lungs;
My chest will ache before this brand
Until I cast it to the moon and seize it sharply in my hand.

I willed you toward the skies,
Where the clouds await your kiss;
You circumambulated heaven and fit firmly in my fist.

My euphoria is knowing you’ll glissade about the air,
As if I am a phantom who is gliding with you there,
The Fates began my being with their preternatural thread
Then placed it on my finger, so to deem that I am wed.

-BrandonYoder

i just now saw that the winner is chosen at random :frowning: hmmm…I hope you like it anyways. i worked hard on it! :slight_smile:

EDIT
The overall theme of the poem is escapism, which the speaker achieves through his constant use of the yoyo. As an entertaining, time-consuming, and skillful sport, yoyoing allows the narrator to withdraw himself from the tribulations of everyday life and become enveloped in his skill. After a long period of involving himself so deeply, the narrator’s identity is directly associated with the yoyo, and he uses it to numb himself from earthly experiences of pain, grief, and anxiety. He feels such a strong connection to the skill toy that he compares its string to three women in greek mythology, the Fates, who use a supernatural thread to symbolize the length of every individual’s life. According to the mythological tale, any man will immediately fall to his death upon the cutting of his string. The speaker views the yoyo’s string as his own symbol of existence, for it has overshadowed his every thought, his every action, and his every will. As described by the last line of the poem, the speaker views the string wrapped around his finger as a symbol of heavenly matrimony, wedding the yoyo to his soul. By removing it, he would cut the thread if destiny, and sink into a state of emotional death. To him, the yoyo is his fate; it is his identity; it is his escape.

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I really want to know who is going to win, so this is sort of a “bump”.

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I like your rap, sorta. But only 1 entire he said…

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There is a yoyo.
It is a shiny yoyo.
I like that yoyo.

Really bad haiku for the win.

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The Giving Throw
Once, there was a yoyo…
And she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come
And he would do loops the loops
And make eiffel towers
He would rock the baby
And when he was tired, the boy would make the yoyo sleep
And the boy loved the yoyo… very much…
And the yoyo was happy.
But time went by,
And the boy grew older.
And the yoyo was often alone.

Then, one day, the boy came to the yoyo and the yoyo said:
–”Come, Boy, come and loop the loop and rock the baby and be happy!”
–”I am too advanced of a thrower to loop the loop and rock the baby!!” said the boy. “I want to buy CLYW’s new throw and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
–”I’m sorry”, said the yoyo,”but I have no money. I have a rare denim friction pads. Take my friction pads, Boy, and sell them on the BST. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy.”
And so the boy opened up the yoyo and gathered her friction pads and carried them away.
And the yoyo was happy…
But the boy stayed away for a long time… and the yoyo was sad.
And then one day the boy came back, and the yoyo shook with joy, and she said:"Come boy!–””
–”I am too busy to throw yoyos,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm”, he said. “I and want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”
–”I have no house”, said the yoyo. “This dusty yoyo pouch is my house”, said the yoyo. “But you may sell me, as I have gotten to be rare, and use the money to build a house. Then you will be happy”.
And so the boy sold her as “mint” for tons of money.
And the yoyo was happy.
But not really.

But the boy stayed away for a long time… until he saw her again on ebay
And when he came back, the yoyo was so happy she could hardly speak.
–”Come, Boy” she whispered, “Come and play”.
They looped the loop, went around the world and trapezed and rocked the baby.

And the yoyo was happy.

THE END

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i like haikus

i love to yoyo
Caribou Lodge OneDrop son
just bought a Summit

but really

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I Like to play with Gen-Yo toys with the rest of the boys.
Clyw and Onedrop too, im obsessed with the color blue.
I really want a new Gen-yo if its not to much to ask, but sometimes a kid just gets left in the trash.
JK
PEACE OUT

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i see what you did there…haha nice parody good sir.
One of my favorite things to read as a child.

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New rule. 11 O clock tonight it ends. 39 minutes. SHould I make a vid of me choosing for proof?

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Nah. But you should make it for FUN! I think we all trust you, but videos of drawings somehow make it all feel just that much more fun and connected.

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Yoyo’s go up, yoyo’s go down.
Yoyo’s bounce all around!

Deepest poem I could think of, shows how creative I am :wink:

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Alright guys its over, no more entries. ( At least they wont count) Ehh the one below I guess, Close enough :smiley:

I will do 1- 120 or however many posts there were, then generate a number. Next thing is to find that post. I will then (Off camera) go ahead and make sure that was the specific persons first post.

I will shoot the video in a minute or so.