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Pensive
09-28-2007, 05:56 PM
So folks tell us what creativity really is. Anything relating to the posts, signature, avatar, display picture, user-name, etc to the person above you, would you like to comment upon in rhymes or in free verse? This is the place where you can do that.

Oniw17
09-28-2007, 06:09 PM
I suck at poems...badly.
Pensive must take after Ovid
Named after a racehorse with a
Bardic signature and gold mixed
Chills with Alice and goes hither

Pendragon
09-30-2007, 11:22 AM
For Oniw17

What do you say to a young man you’ve never met,
Though you’ve had a chat or two here on this forum?
He thanked me for his paper doll, said the background didn’t fit,
That it was much too nice for what for him was the norm.
Those words made me sad and they brought back memories,
Though I am far from a rich man myself even now.
There used to be a small faded white house on the end of a street,
I grew up there knowing well what poverty was all about.
I sincerely hope, Oniw, that you use all the gifts that you have,
And that one day you fulfill all your hopes and your dreams.
It’s not an easy road, but you have to keep going and believe,
That one man, indeed, if he tries hard enough, can succeed.
There is only one thing though you must never lose:
Remember from where you came, and be true to your roots…

Pendragon
© 9/30/07

ampoule
09-30-2007, 12:35 PM
O Pen, you are a dragon,
breathing fire into words,
melting this cold hard screen,
but mostly my heart.

firefangled
09-30-2007, 06:19 PM
Ampoule, you may favor roses
picked from stars,
and chant, “Redheads Forever;”
yours may be the Midnight Rose
or aptly Allelulia, but better flowers
answer to your name. Tiger Lilly,
princess rescuer of Peter Pan;
was this who wrote, The Playground?
Or are you the fragile Alstroemeria,
though such a fine and tender poet’s hand,
at love lost or tossed for more deserving kind,
proves more than that to understand.
There are those mysteries you have left
hanging in the air with little hint to give a clue.
I think an Iris, though shades of violet and blue,
of all the bulbs they most resemble you.

Moira22100
09-30-2007, 06:24 PM
Firefangled, your eyes are brillant
You look to the sky at night
and see bright sights, bright stars
you, firefangled, are a star yourself

ampoule
10-01-2007, 08:48 AM
Moira, I can't ignore ya,
You'll win those prizes
of many sizes, Nobel the
greatest, but what's the
latest, we love to discuss
your writings for us.

**my apologies if I have mispronounced your name

Pendragon
10-04-2007, 09:51 AM
The Hula Dancer

She gives hula lessons on the beach as the sun sinks in the evening,
Her grass skirt and lei adding much to the color and spice.
She tells all of her students that every small moment must have meaning,

Tell some part of the tale that the musical web is weaving.
Her hair flashing like a flame as she dances in the golden light,
She gives hula lessons on the beach as the sun sinks in the evening,

She talks of the dance as if it were a poem well worth repeating,
Takes time with her students to be certain they get the moves right;
She tells all of her students that every small moment must have meaning.

The music and movements could start the observers to dreaming,
As the sun sinks even lower into violet shades of twilight…
She gives hula lessons on the beach as the sun sinks in the evening,

Now the campfires are lit and the ukulele’s harmoniously singing,
Like the waves of the ocean the arms and the hips move just right…
She tells all of her students that every small moment must have meaning,

There are tears on her face but they don’t come from sad feelings—
The story told in dance has been passed down for centuries until tonight…
She gives hula lessons on the beach as the sun sinks in the evening,
She tells all of her students that every small moment must have meaning…

Dale Harris
© 10/4/07

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Four/Ampoule.png

Pensive
10-13-2007, 03:06 AM
Pen for the beautiful birthday sonnets he write with it
And Dragon for the fact that writers of his kind are not usually these days seen! :)

symphony
10-13-2007, 08:39 AM
I wonder
if a poem would
cover the fresh youth
and ever-jubilance
of Pensy the blue bird.

firefangled
10-13-2007, 09:40 AM
Symphony - an Overture -
like the Egmont,
Pianissimo, Peu a peu,
Dolce, Crescendo, Fortissimo!

Play for us, Amen.

TheFifthElement
10-14-2007, 05:51 AM
The rainbow spreads
from a single point,
fans into the blackness
of space.
These are the treasures
that grace our
night sky,
remind us that
even in emptiness
there is light,
in darkness
there is beauty,
beyond the last thought
there is peace.

Pendragon
10-14-2007, 10:45 AM
For Fifth

She builds pylons
Stacking words in sequence;
Blazing with electrifying meaning,
Backlit with golden rays of imagery.
The pylons grow up,
Like the Tufa Towers that emerge
From Lake Mono
With otherworldly grace.
The pylons are always
A world of interesting beauty;
Formed by flowing words,
As flowstone forms a cave.
Will this small poem of tribute
Come anywhere close to being
A pylon like that Master Builder creates—
Or will I have totally misread
The latest set of blueprints?

Pendragon
© 10/14/07

blazeofglory
10-14-2007, 11:46 AM
So folks tell us what creativity really is. Anything relating to the posts, signature, avatar, display picture, user-name, etc to the person above you, would you like to comment upon in rhymes or in free verse? This is the place where you can do that.

Pensive, I like your avatar.

In the east avatar is something not exactly synonymous with incarnation, but somewhat similar to it. Pensive I have something to say about creativity, and I tried to express it through a poem but I failed, for I am not that good at English.

Creativity is not that is not
It is manifestation
Manifestation of everything
Every being add to creativity
And not even non being too add to it un-manifestly

We all are inherently adding something to creation
For we are part of that universe, indistinguishably one and the same
All that seemingly different is just the facial or just on the surface.

Women birthing babies are of course beacons of or kind of creators

You and me writing a piece of art are of course small creators.

Everyone is a creator.

Even a destroyer is a creator, and this is something inconceivable,
Of course it is a subtle subject,
For nature' s role is destruction too,
Or else the earth can not secure space for the new comers.

We are indeed Brahmas and Brahma means God and
We all are gods, for we come from God and go back to Him
The way a spider emits something from its body
And it again can withdraw all

Creativity takes place all the while interminably

blazeofglory
10-14-2007, 11:58 AM
The rainbow spreads
from a single point,
fans into the blackness
of space.
These are the treasures
that grace our
night sky,
remind us that
even in emptiness
there is light,
in darkness
there is beauty,
beyond the last thought
there is peace.

Yours is indeed touchingly a beautiful poem, and I could not help penning one.

Grace is all that we get
and nothingness
When are born, it is through his Grace only
and when we die this too is grace
For life or the meaning of living is defined by the question of dying
Indeed that is what gives meaning to living
The concept of height has something to do with depth too,
One compliments the other

God' s presence is everywhere, in prosperity and in poverty
In life and indeed in death
In our smile and in our cry

Divinity pervades everything

All are only externalizations of Him

andave_ya
10-14-2007, 01:45 PM
A flash, A blaze of glory,
A plea for different thinking.
Will anybody listen?
Heed the call of the mind?
Tempered with grace?
Grace freely given by Him?
A free-thinker is never blind.

symphony
10-26-2007, 10:11 PM
Playing the viola
in a sudden frenzy of life...
The Lady of The Ring plays,
holding wonders in her bow.

...

schadenfreude
10-29-2007, 05:02 AM
For someone who lives
on a tiny green speck
in the globe,
I long to tell you of
the terrors and wonders
in our wide, wizened world.
I long to describe the cold winter nights when
your muscles freeze and your bones turn to ice;
And the strange magnificence of a coin-sized hand;
And the humour in recounting Year Three lice;
and the horror of being there alone and ostacised.
But you probably understand
much better than me
that the world can be much wider,
more grander and more tormenting,
than the limits of space and time.

Haven
11-07-2007, 01:11 PM
The semiotics of a user-name
can perhaps shed light
on the user's nature
does schadenfreude delight in other's pain?
or is it much more simple than that?
schadenfreude is a word that just slips off the tongue
it resonates sweetly in the ear of the listener
perhaps that's the answer
and there is nothing that is sinister
in this choice of a name for this online game :)

Pendragon
11-09-2007, 11:33 AM
Mermaid In the Water

Close my eyes—
Somehow I still see her there as if a fantasy.
Perhaps only a dream—
But where is the line of demarcation with reality?
Mermaid in the water…
Could she be one of King Neptune’s daughters?

A haunting song—
Floats up with the fog from the rocky coast along the sea.
It seems to call—
With a hint of forbidden love that was never meant to be.
Mermaid in the water…
Could she be one of King Neptune’s daughters?

Time passes on—
I am no longer the young man that I used to be.
Still I feel the call—
To come and sit again alone upon the beach staring out to sea.
Mermaid in the water…
Could she be one of King Neptune’s daughters?

And when I die—
Will she take home beneath those icy waters…

Pendragon
© 11/9/07

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Mermaid.gif

Apologies to KANSAS for borrowing the tune to their hit “Dust In the Wind”

Niamh
11-09-2007, 04:31 PM
An Seanchai whos poems toss
emotions on soft surfs or crashing waves.
An Seanchai, a dragon of strength in words
and verse and form. A man whos
Poems capture hearts and souls of all,
Grasps their will; makes them laugh or cry.

Pensive
11-10-2007, 05:25 AM
Never did I believe in fairies
Until I passed the beautiful land of Irish
Where the charming fairies danced
Charm surrounding them, beauty being their attribute
Nice fairies encouraging good
With their encouraging words, turning unfavourable into favourable
And I knew;
I had to believe in them.

Pendragon
11-11-2007, 01:09 PM
For the Bluebird

Cross the ocean in another land.
Growing up over the time I have know her.
Always cheerful even though life can be a bitter friend.
Comes this lovely dessert daughter.
Taken time out from her busy day.
To talk to this stranger from a strange land.
I have gathered wisdom from this teen-age lady,
Often wiser in her own way than many a grey-bearded man.
Oh, it’s not the age that defines what you really know—
Some live their whole lives and they never learn a thing.
Actions prove what is really in your heart and in your soul,
All the rest is simply bells and whistles, don’t mean a thing.
Little Bluebird, I hope your winds will carry you up to the stars—
You are surely destined for greatness somewhere, somewhen.
Across the distance the old guitar is ringing, voice a little hoarse—
But you can understand all the words and I mean them.
Even though it’s been a long, long road, since Eden…

Pendragon
© 11/11/07

Apologies to The Eagles (Long Road Out of Eden)

ampoule
11-12-2007, 08:40 AM
Shhhh.
Stealthily I crept to the tiny window,
watching for crunchy leaves,
peeking into the dragon's dark library,
my breath catching in my throat,
for he was there
in the candlelight,
its warmth not enough, for he turned to his fireplace,
opening his mouth breathed a fire so direct
that the flash burned my prying eyes.
I dared take one more look and saw
him dipping his pen into the molten ink,
opening himself, wrote words so direct
that the flash burned my sighing heart.

cracking muse
11-27-2007, 11:28 PM
ampoule: a haiku

Fill the vials with
sticky crimson, empty the
veins of the fated.

Pensive
12-16-2007, 04:31 AM
Screams you hear from world
High-pitched laughter too
And putting it all into words
In an effective way
Is what cracking-muse does
In her poetry.

*hopes this sounds like a poem*

Remarkable
12-16-2007, 04:37 AM
Pensive...
What to say more?
A thought in this world of fluent words
fluent words without a meaning,
is something new and valuable
something to keep and preserve
and leaving
I still think of the meaning
but I'm quite glad
that at least Pensive is here
to make issues deffinitely clearer

Scheherazade
12-16-2007, 06:20 AM
Once there was LitNetter called Remarkable
Who tried hard to be likeable.
With those guitars in the avatar
That was not impossible.

Pensive
12-16-2007, 06:30 AM
Ohoo there is Scheherazade
Ready to press her mod button
But if you want to stop her from that
You can give her kit-kats or mutton!

(ah I am no good with rhymes I guess :( )

Wyoecho
12-16-2007, 11:24 AM
Take flight, Oh pensive one
Your journey is far from done
You’ve dreams to dream of thoughtful things
But don’t forget to have some fun!

Pensive
01-20-2008, 06:53 AM
Somewhere beyond the sea
Wind different from the usual kind lives
Unlike most she hates making people's caps go away
Resents making the paper fly away with her mere touch
Crazy she/he is and most happily is busy in books
In her/his realm, empty from books is no corner, no nook
Books she plays with.

(I have lost touch in writing poems as haven't written one for quite a lot of time!)

V.Jayalakshmi
01-20-2008, 12:39 PM
Dear Members,

To Pensive*

Title:To A Blue bird In Flight.
--------------------------------------

This blue bird I saw ,flying in haste,

Where are you gone?To pick a fight?

Violence in its wings and not in pensive flight,

You fly to an unknown destiny.

We all you know,so don't you be in haste.

teen-poet
03-10-2008, 02:03 AM
V.Jayalakshmi
you make it hard, don't you,
to write for you

a poem based
on only the name
you provide me with

are you Indian?
maybe, I cannot tell
maybe for my ignorance
yet, but,
it is hard
to base a poem on a name

i have never met you
know nothing of you
but i must write for you
must write
a poem
based on only the name
you provide me with

imustwritewordstoprovetoyouiamapoetmusti?

Pensive
03-10-2008, 09:14 AM
Heh that's interesting.

Someone
Somewhere
Thought of awakening
A thread from its sound sleep
I wonder if
She has the same attitude towards
People

:)

formality hater
04-08-2008, 01:36 PM
I wonder why,
These flapping wings,
Keep flapping with all their zest!
Do they reflect a wisdom unknown,
Or what journey lies aheead!

SecretUmbreon
03-07-2009, 03:52 AM
Clearly
doesn't like formality
thinks it's stifling
creativity maybe?
Still,
it depends on
the occasion
and knowing when
to
draw the line.

Cellar Door
03-08-2009, 11:55 AM
Umbreon Crouches

I didn't know what you were
but i liked that little guy
with rings around its tail

Google search reveals
it is pokemon
i thought those were all dead
at least vanquished by time and fad

please don't be offended
i am merely uneducated
in mysterious pokemon lore
lest you spray me with your poison sweat
and leave poor cellar door vanquished
by a Secret Umbreon

mmaria
03-08-2009, 05:30 PM
My dictionary speaks no more
my imagnation is blunted
in front of your cellar door
I stay amazed and enchanted

alakungfu
03-12-2009, 05:43 PM
mmaria, you fascinate
your predecessors were also great
The more I fashion my imagination
around your persona, I stop and listen
for the slightest hint of fate
waiting at your well-worn gate.
The next time that I hear your name
I'll pay attention lest you claim
a supernatural ability
that warrants surreal pre-destiny.

andave_ya
04-12-2009, 12:46 PM
upon seeing the name alakungfu I thought
we had someone interested in martial arts but
instead found a person who wrote poetry -
the deep thoughtful poetry that reveals a man
rather than the childish prattlings too prevalent today
in a society gone sour. So when we decide
to wake and read the poetry we'll find that
not all talent is gone.

qimissung
05-28-2009, 11:16 PM
ancient spirit
woodland beauty
sprite appears in waterfall
mist and light a halo
around her column of hair
she dances in a fairy ring by night
in the forest deep
sweet servant to
the king and queen
a shadow of a glimpse
left on the seeing orb
of humans
who are left to wonder what they saw
hello, blithe spirit, goodbye

Monamy
05-29-2009, 02:59 AM
On a coffee place, she sat sipping
a cup of coffee, she must be waiting.
Looked lovely in a plain black dress,
her silver hair danced as the trees hiss.
Sad? No, not necessarily but still...
although beautiful, it gave me a chill.
"Qimissung!" a rushing girl called out,
sat near her, and blew my cover out.
She turned to me, noticed my stare,
and my heart skipped a beat right there!
I bowed, and quickly continued my walk,
even though - with her - I wanted to talk.

alexar
06-08-2009, 03:43 PM
I like to get off with people too
Alas I'm not so good at it as you.