Congrats Pen! And beautiful picture.
Congrats Pen! And beautiful picture.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
What, no poems? What if we threw a poetry contest and nobody entered?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Pen,
I think this might be because of the form contest that was started. The new comer always gets all the attention. Hopefully it will pick up again though
Well, I can't complain there. I started that thread myself!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Congrats and.. don't fret I'm too busy right now but I'll get around. I like the picture. PL thanks for the feed back on the last round. I guess Ooops is all I can say to answer the question. I guess I mis-counted.
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
Whoa! Where's all the poets? Niamh's contest ends the 29th and so far I am the only entry, and this one ends the 28th and no one has entered! I am aghast!
Has it not been fairly said,
"Faint heart n'er won fair lady?"
Are your poetic hearts so full of dread,
Or is it "writer's block" here lately?
Bestir thyself and grab anxious quill,
And set the ink to flowing!
The time is short--no time to kill,
Somewhere the winner sits all unknowing!
Bards all n'er let the quill-tip dry,
Nor the parchment go unmarked by writ--
Bring strong emotion: make us cry--
Bring flames forth from the pen's tip!
It's not too much to ask, I should hope:
Come on, come on: send something you wrote!
Pendragon
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I'll get one in for this Pen! Then we can be alone together!
(oh wait...i think Adol entered form...)
Do we just write a poem about what we see in the picture? does there have to be any particular form etc?
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
No form, just about the picture. Which was:
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I'll post a poem in a sec.......
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
ok, this kinda has somehting to do with the picture and i want to keep this thing going so here is my compilation
Like an eagle in the sky,
I will fly above the rain,
I will fly to you so high,
Though resisted by my chains.
You my father and my king
You my brother all the same,
You released me now I’ll bring,
Light brought by my fire and flame.
To the owl goes the night,
Royal swans, the lakeshore buy,
Eagle, woodland, his noble right,
For my realm, I choose the sky.
I give life through my great light,
And I cause little one’s fun,
At each day and after night,
I assure, I am the sun
life philosophy: "if one wants to succeed, they must become independent, if one wants to be independent, one must strive past the dificulties, using them to shape future desicions, like a sword being folded, every fold is a hardship overcome, and every fold removes one more imperfection that would destroy the completed version"
# of 1st Dans, Black Belts achieved- 2 (1 Hapkido, Sun Moo Kwan), (1 Tae Kwon Do)
I like your style, Silent X!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
thanx, why do you like it so much?
Last edited by the silent x; 05-10-2007 at 10:31 PM.
life philosophy: "if one wants to succeed, they must become independent, if one wants to be independent, one must strive past the dificulties, using them to shape future desicions, like a sword being folded, every fold is a hardship overcome, and every fold removes one more imperfection that would destroy the completed version"
# of 1st Dans, Black Belts achieved- 2 (1 Hapkido, Sun Moo Kwan), (1 Tae Kwon Do)
I'll let you know that when I judge the contest, mon ami! If people get those poems in!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Well let me first say i'm not much of a writer. I just love literature which is why i joined this forum in the first place. Writing is something i rarely dare. But this picture had something flighty in it...so here's my (untitled)attempt.
She gazed at the bars
Blocking her from the doors
To heaven, she lay there
In rue and in remorse.
Her hair disheveled,
Her rags worn out,
She cried, she bled,
In debt and in doubt.
Trussed within her heart
Were the birds of liberty,
Batting their wings,
Fighting to be free…
Seeking but freedom,
Ready to embrace
The Way to Wisdom
And the gala of Grace.
She found but chains;
And no force benign,
Where ruth still reigns,
Where dreams are divine.
Finally, she gave way,
Leaving behind
No chance to convey
Impedance of any kind.
And there they arose,
The birds from her heart,
With a hurtling force
They’ve never learnt to exert.
Bustling and jostling,
Higher they soared
Like a timeless being,
Like a nameless horde.
Swirling and whirling
With the wild wind west,
They rose, never bringing
A balk to their quest.
Some were aggressive,
Ablaze with fire;
Some submissive,
Moved by desire.
Some were little angels
Cloudy and white,
Shining like jewels
In a flourishing flight.
Way down the mountain col,
The evening bells knolled
Redemption of yet another soul,
Salvation of a spirit enthralled.
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Anyone is allowed to be critical of this or even edit this if need be. I feel more comfortable to think of it as a poem rather than a participation in a contest
Looking forward to the other poems
Last edited by symphony; 05-13-2007 at 10:39 PM.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
No edits or criticism, according to the rules at the first page, I believe. The contest Judge, myself this round, will provide comentary on the poems. Write you poets!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...