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cacian
04-15-2013, 06:22 AM
and where to best start a short piece of poetry then to tell all about you.
why not post something about you in this thread :)
daily you may wish post something about you to share with fellow Litneters ;)

here is a little piece I composed about me:

as safe as a i am i may not
say when in case i time nay
regional may ray

cafolini
04-15-2013, 01:38 PM
I am that I am by the Grace of God.

hillwalker
04-15-2013, 01:51 PM
here is a little piece I composed about me:

as safe as a i am i may not
say when in case i time nay
regional may ray

That sums you up rather well. An enigmatic poet with the writing skills of a Maris Piper.

H

cacian
04-15-2013, 02:12 PM
I am that I am by the Grace of God.

nice one cafolini ;)

cacian
04-15-2013, 02:21 PM
That sums you up rather well. An enigmatic poet with the writing skills of a Maris Piper.

H
Haha oh well at least one tries. :)

However a Maris Piper is a name for a type of potatoes.

Origin:
1970s: named after Maris Lane, original site of the Plant Breeding Institute;
Piper was chosen arbitrarily as a word beginning with p- for potato

Separately the words mean as follow:

''Maris'' that sounds like ''Paris' may comes from Maurice/Marissa/ or The Island of Mauritius which is where the potato I believe originates from.

Piper from the Pied Piper of Hamelin

is the subject of a legend concerning the departure or death of a great number of children from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicoloured clothing, leading the children away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizenry refuses to pay for this service, he retaliates by turning his magic on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. This version of the story spread as a fairy tale
or

This expression most likely refers to the legend of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, in which a piper abducts all of the children in the village of Hamelin as punishment because they refuse to pay him for catching all their rats. I assume that it means something on the lines of "pay your debts or face the consequences".

So and to sum up to relate both Maris to Piper I am thinking that someone must have paid their debts in potatoes rather then money which then created the expression Maris Piper for a potatoe. Just a guess of course. :)

cafolini
04-15-2013, 03:36 PM
... Pay your debt or y'are dead, Fred. ROFLMAO

hillwalker
04-15-2013, 04:36 PM
''Maris'' that sounds like ''Paris' may comes from Maurice/Marissa/ or The Island of Mauritius which is where the potato I believe originates from.

Potatoes originate from Mauritius (you believe)?

I rest my case.

H

cacian
04-15-2013, 04:53 PM
Potatoes originate from Mauritius (you believe)?

I rest my case.

H

Well I do not believe it was just an assumption made going with the name Maris from Mauritius hence Maris Piper.
Here is something I found about the agriculture in the Island:

Potatoes


Mauritius is almost self-sufficient in potatoes. However, when the crop is affected by cyclones, droughts or diseases there is a temporary shortage on the market. In such circumstances, the Agricultural Marketing Board imports a certain quantity to make up for this shortage.

In 1988, 12,770 tones of potatoes were produced and sold on the local market. They are mainly grown in the interlines of sugarcane. Normally, one tone of “seed” can yield eight tones of potatoes. Parts of the seeds are produced locally and the rest is imported by the Agricultural Marketing Board.

hillwalker
04-15-2013, 04:55 PM
That's not the same as saying potatoes 'originated' from there - I believe.

H

cacian
04-15-2013, 05:00 PM
... Pay your debt or y'are dead, Fred. ROFLMAO

that sounds very roman. Who was it that said it emperor Nero?

cafolini
04-15-2013, 07:10 PM
It's from the Australian

Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Pay your debt or y'are dead, Fred.

Melanie
04-16-2013, 06:33 PM
write a poem about you...
why not post something about you in this thread :)

alone with
me
myself
and I
but I like who I'm alone with
so I'm never alone.

Buh4Bee
04-16-2013, 07:09 PM
That's cute Melanie. I like to hang out alone too.

cacian
04-18-2013, 03:01 PM
i am destiny
everything said may be
however meant may see
shall understand and free
me myself and I

cacian
04-19-2013, 02:34 AM
It's from the Australian

Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Pay your debt or y'are dead, Fred.

I see. The Australian outback?

cacian
04-19-2013, 02:34 AM
alone with
me
myself
and I
but I like who I'm alone with
so I'm never alone.

Great piece I agree with Buh4Bee :)

hannah_arendt
04-19-2013, 03:58 AM
I don`t like writing about me but maybe this one would be the best:

Every spoken word,
having its roots in my brain,
no matter what is supposed to mean,
no matter how is its sound,
seems to be kitschy, shallow and meaningless.

In front of my window,
when I used to be a girl with pony tails,
there was a stack of bricks,
a mountain of useless stones from collapsed houses,
I used to look at it and meditate,
as if it had been a mysterious hill where at noon,
every time exactly then,
wizards with reddish cheeks were coming with glass, bottle- shyped torches.
The light,
this shine surrounded by a dirty magic of daily routine
was meaningful.
My reddish mountain of ruins had to fade away.

One day
I was told that everything had its end.
Sooner or later,
deeper or shallower,
depending on the ageing time
an amber ember fell apart.

YesNo
04-20-2013, 12:48 PM
US Airways Flight 7 from Phoenix descends over Chicago
lit up by orderly street lights making rectangular patterns,
that suggest that I know more than I could possibly know,
passing the peaks of skyscrapers in the Loop and then passing
over the disturbing darkness of the lake to turn back
aiming for O'Hare where we will stop, not in the unconsciousness
of water, but orderly where we predicted all along we would land.

cacian
04-20-2013, 02:41 PM
I don`t like writing about me but maybe this one would be the best:

Every spoken word,
having its roots in my brain,
no matter what is supposed to mean,
no matter how is its sound,
seems to be kitschy, shallow and meaningless.

In front of my window,
when I used to be a girl with pony tails,
there was a stack of bricks,
a mountain of useless stones from collapsed houses,
I used to look at it and meditate,
as if it had been a mysterious hill where at noon,
every time exactly then,
wizards with reddish cheeks were coming with glass, bottle- shyped torches.
The light,
this shine surrounded by a dirty magic of daily routine
was meaningful.
My reddish mountain of ruins had to fade away.

One day
I was told that everything had its end.
Sooner or later,
deeper or shallower,
depending on the ageing time
an amber ember fell apart.

Hannah this is really cool :)

cacian
04-20-2013, 02:42 PM
US Airways Flight 7 from Phoenix descends over Chicago
lit up by orderly street lights making rectangular patterns,
that suggest that I know more than I could possibly know,
passing the peaks of skyscrapers in the Loop and then passing
over the disturbing darkness of the lake to turn back
aiming for O'Hare where we will stop, not in the unconsciousness
of water, but orderly where we predicted all along we would land.

Wow this a great piece and really intriguing. Presumably that is you on a flight?!! sorry if it is not :)
O'Hare is a city right?

YesNo
04-20-2013, 05:11 PM
Wow this a great piece and really intriguing. Presumably that is you on a flight?!! sorry if it is not :)
O'Hare is a city right?

Thanks, cacian. I was doing my imitation of Gerald Stern again. Yes, this was pretending I was in an airplane looking at the ground while on a flight and letting the description of the ground be a description of myself. O'Hare is Chicago's main airport. I think it would be like London's Heathrow Airport, but I have never been there.

Shaman_Raman
04-21-2013, 01:33 AM
Not quite Narnia,
My second world's
Door
Lies within,
The embark I take,
Limited or not,
My story
my call.

A(caution)ge
As a minds
Fantasy,
Blurs a
growing and building
reality.

But...
What's real?
Past memories,
Future illusions?

No, no,
Presence in present,
Real as real
Gets.

Too bad,
Respond to
The beep,
I've checked out,
N gone
back
To my Narnia,
the embark
My own.

cacian
04-24-2013, 03:09 PM
nice one Shaman :)

if I ever say no
I may want to think
twice
never may never
turn once