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Post by chackattack81 on Feb 17, 2005 19:29:56 GMT -6
Ye! It's gorgeous!...now come on Scrap!...Your turn! ;D
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 17, 2005 19:32:01 GMT -6
Thanks for the invitation but I started the thread for all of you guys. I'll stick to The House of Whoosher". Thank you.
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Post by chackattack81 on Feb 17, 2005 19:35:38 GMT -6
Damn....have to think of some way to make her post here...hhhmmmmm have to find something worth her while... Ehhh Was I talking out loud then?...Uhhhh ;D
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 17, 2005 19:38:49 GMT -6
LMAO..resorting to bribery? You'd have to come up with a whole lot to get me to waver.....
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Post by chackattack81 on Feb 17, 2005 19:40:46 GMT -6
Chocolate?.....a whole years supply of Jack and PEPSI!!!! ;D
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 17, 2005 19:43:00 GMT -6
Ummm.....ummm.....*leans in a little* A whole year? *cough* Uh NO I am unmoved!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 17, 2005 19:44:46 GMT -6
Besides we shouldn't be arguing...we should be extolling the talents of your lady.
Really wonderful Ann...
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Post by chackattack81 on Feb 17, 2005 19:45:49 GMT -6
Yeh...you're right....*pushes a Jack and Pepsi over* There's a WHOLE lot more where that came from
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Post by Joxcenia on Feb 17, 2005 21:38:38 GMT -6
That was really good Ann... what "type" of poem is it? I've no clue what is what, or any of that. If I come across a poem I like, I try to learn from it and use the "rhythm" or "meter" to write something of my own. I wish I had taken writing more seriously when I was in school, but I never thought of it as a career until I was in my mid-20s.
Perhaps we could have a poetry class in the Art/Lit board... or the writer's forum I created to be a "sister" forum to this one.
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Post by Gabbin on Feb 17, 2005 22:55:31 GMT -6
I sure do like poetry. I am formulating one but, it is very hard to put poetry out on the boards. Keep it coming.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 17, 2005 23:27:30 GMT -6
Whenever you are ready Mistress Shtick. We'd love to see it.
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Post by Ann Thrax on Feb 18, 2005 17:52:38 GMT -6
That was really good Ann... what "type" of poem is it? I've no clue what is what, or any of that. If I come across a poem I like, I try to learn from it and use the "rhythm" or "meter" to write something of my own.Thank you Jox I'm exactly the same when it comes to poetry...I never really paid much attention to the various classifications. Even now I don't think I could grasp the concept of a term like 'iambic pentameter'...even if it came with a diagram and a helpline number! ;D For me, the appeal of poetry is that the rhythm and structure is often as diverse as the subject matter. The only rule I follow is to try and say as much as possible - with as few words as possible. I like the idea of a poety workshop on the boards btw....I might learn something
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Post by Joxcenia on Feb 18, 2005 22:29:16 GMT -6
I was hoping to learn something too... all that jargon just confuses the heck out of me... can't have a class without a teacher though, otherwise it's the blind leading the blind.
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Post by dixielandyankee on Feb 21, 2005 12:59:29 GMT -6
Okaay...I made a promise to comeone that I would post one of my poems here....so...I have... You. Tears of elated sorrow take me always by surprise. The passion of me, mirrored in your eyes? Low sounds, like your laughter, full throated and mellow Needy and scared, Skipping a beat, edging towards the precipice of you. Ready to fall, yet so unwilling To hit the ground Your hand held out, reaching Or rejecting? I am short-sighted. Would you catch me If I jumped, without warning, Just trusting the strength of you? Or would you crumble like chalk In the rain of me. All opinions gratefully received...and also, although I don't like to blow my own trumpet, I have a degree in English Literature and so if you're interested in the nitty gritty of writing and poetry then I'm happy to contribute what I know...I can tell you all about the boring things like iambic pentameter and the different uses of meter and rhyme... ...if you like...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 22, 2005 15:16:00 GMT -6
Wow. Beautiful Dixie. Got any more? ;D
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Post by dixielandyankee on Feb 23, 2005 5:55:15 GMT -6
Why thank'ee ma'am! I've got a few more, but I took my book home! Will post another soon. Where's all the others poets gone? Have we exhausted their talents already?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 23, 2005 21:28:20 GMT -6
Nah....I think they are just taking a break. Give em a few days.... ;D
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Post by Joxcenia on Feb 23, 2005 21:44:17 GMT -6
The board has dry spells from time to time. If you wait it out, they'll come back.
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Post by guru on Feb 23, 2005 23:12:43 GMT -6
I made myself a little snowball As round and perfect as could be I thought that it could be my friend And run and play and sleep with me
I made a blanket for my snowball A pillow for its weary head Deep in the night it ran away But before it left, it wet the bed
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 24, 2005 12:39:30 GMT -6
Should I be ducking? lol
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Post by gwenyver on Feb 25, 2005 12:18:31 GMT -6
Love’s First Kiss
Like silk on your skin Soft and smooth
Like honey on your lips Filled with sweetness
Like sunshine on your back Warm and comforting
Desire’s First Kiss
Like a knife in your chest Steals your breath
Like fire in your veins Makes you sweat
Like cobwebs in your brain Clouds your thoughts
Love and desire, Hand in hand, Touching, tasting, needing, feeling Being
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Feb 25, 2005 15:37:15 GMT -6
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
- Dorothy Parker
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Post by erco on Feb 28, 2005 21:09:06 GMT -6
The following was written by a friend of mine. Sadly, I have no artistic ability. Dying Love Sitting in a shaded place, where darkness falls around I find the thought of you, where nothing else is found. Breaking with the day, I see the images of truth. I fall from reality, and dream all day of you. I feel so much sadness, in this body of my soul. I wish to have taken the two of us, and made both halves a whole. My heart is in that shaded place, and breaks with every day. My body aches from sadness, but I have nothing left to pay. The guilt that once smothered me, has been lifted from my life. I feel the presence of your soul, and hold on very tight.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 1, 2005 0:22:39 GMT -6
Wow...very nice. I love it.
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Post by guru on Mar 2, 2005 3:03:37 GMT -6
EMPTIES COMING BACK Angelo de Ponciano
Have you ever sat by the railroad track and watched the empties coming back? Lumbering along with a groan and a whine, smoke strung out in a long gray line belched from the panting engine's stack - just empties coming back.
I have - and to me the empties seem like dreams I sometimes dream - of a girl ... or money ... or maybe fame ... my dreams have all returned the same, swinging along the homebound track - just empties coming back.
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Post by prmystic on Mar 2, 2005 19:35:50 GMT -6
Okay, it's not the right season, the winter solstice has long past and we are headed into the middle of spring, but I just today discovered that there's a web publising of a poem from a, er, somewhat familiar poet. It's a Winter Solstice poem, Pagan devotional, Goddess stuff. shaktisadhana.50megs.com/ArtCorner/Prainbrow.htmlThat's the link. Feedback welcome....ah, I'll *tell* the author what you think...lol mystic
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 3, 2005 19:29:08 GMT -6
I sit here Eating goldfishes Cause they are so delicious While we talk about Life Throwing out innuendo Talking about Death Wondering why I can’t stop laughing God I am annoying
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Post by Phalon on Mar 4, 2005 9:07:01 GMT -6
Have to stop in and say how much I enjoy reading this thread, and all that everyone has to share - both original works by the members of this board, and those previously published.
Among the recents...
Eroc, very moving poem your friend wrote. I especially like the last stanza; reflecting hope.
Guru, love the analogy in "The Empties Keep Coming Back"; passengerless trains, and unfullfilled dreams. Sad.
Prmystic - beautiful...and hits home regardless of the season, whether or not it is a pagan devotional. Sharing warmth with family and friends - and what is more important than that? Oh, and food! The poem has it all. Tell your...uhm...friend how much I enjoyed.
Scrappy - yes, you are annoying. LMAO. Smile.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 4, 2005 11:17:15 GMT -6
[shadow=red,left,300]PHALON!!![/shadow]
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Post by Phalon on Mar 4, 2005 11:42:08 GMT -6
She sits here surrounded by yellow smilies; a Walmart wasteland. Hell; And she is in the middle of it. Even crunching Cheez-its can not help her now. God, this is annoying.
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