To Nightshade and Niamh: You sure are right Niamh, this does belong here. In fact it belongs published. Nightshade...you didn't just pass over that line, you high-jumped it. quasimodo1
To Nightshade and Niamh: You sure are right Niamh, this does belong here. In fact it belongs published. Nightshade...you didn't just pass over that line, you high-jumped it. quasimodo1
That's fantastic!!
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
Wowie really? are we all looking at the same poem?!
Thanks abillion-gazillion anyways
My mission in life is to make YOU smile
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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You never told me you were such a wonderful poet, Night! Wow!
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...
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My mission in life is to make YOU smile
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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No really nightie that is a really good poem! And thanks for putting my curse here! I think thats the first poem of mine to be put here! feel honoured!
"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
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Over one thousnd served
I hope no one has already done this, if so, it deserves repeating.
I would like to acknowledge Riesa for starting what has become such a pleasurable thread. That is the Cinquain thread.
Secondly, every poet who had contributed deserves to be recognized for these little gems and for giving to it such a long and interesting life. I hope I got everyone at least once. It is a lot of fun and good exercise.
Often I am in a hurry and cursing because I want to write or read poetry not go to work, but I have to have my fix for the day, so I can feel I have accomplished something this day, if only 2,4,6,8,2.
So, thanks to Riesa and all you have kept this going. Here is a sample:
Riesa
These words
are black and white
but bring color to mind
lemons, sun dried blue-bonnets and
red barns
Riesa
wheeee
a carnival:
prehistoric camels
leading dancing elephants dressed
in pink.
Virgil
Red barns
come across the
car window as one drives
across the Pennsylvania
country
inmyownworld
and fun
such a strange word
sometimes makes me wonder
if, maybe, Speaking's not pretty
at all
dramasnot6
I look
Past the beggars
Grime and caked blood
No importance ,I have deadlines
Pennies
Il Penseroso
Glory
glazes the eyes
of those to remember,
parchment no proper tomb to store
the dead.
Pensive
No tears
are killing me
they have no care for me
cruel tears do not hear anything all
brutal tears.
firefangled
is here
where heaven is?
she pointed to her heart,
yes child, heaven is where you are
always
Susan Sonnen
what bliss
is to be found
within a man's own home,
warmth, food, love and if he's lucky
good books
Susan Sonnen
Endless
journeys of hope,
well-worn paths of promise,
natural markers guide us through
life's maze
Pendragon
ever,
always exist:
never pass from life, but
remain eternal, without end—
no death
Pendragon
our grasp
exceeds our reach
so the dreams crash and burn
failure but another name for new
effort...
Whifflingpen
hoping
for untold wealth
I crossed the dry desert;
but lost the boundless treasure of
your smile.
Whifflingpen
I paint
gold on lilies,
I let my salty tears
Fall into the deep and briny
Ocean.
wyzguy
soft tick.
tock, too, quiet.
tick talks but listens not
and tock shocks when all talking stops.
alone
Adolescent09
again,
the stark voices
ripple frightfullly at dusk,
until a carpet, once more lain,
blots paths
AdoreroDio
what now
the young girl asks
staring out
across the sky of blue
she stops
Bluemauvey
Singers
Ululating
As the coffins lower
Their voices rise to silence birds
Like guns
kandaurov
I dream
of yellow skies
and ocre, spongy ground
of people able to sit and
wonder
Aunty-lion
expand
your horizons
look to other customs
in culture war noone can win
let be
Bii
Often
I look upwards
at the cerulean
sky; wondering how it became
so vast...
Bii
striped suits
with men inside.
Chalked white lines on charcoal
everywhere the eye can see, all
the same
motherhubbard
Effort
Simply trying
That’s all I ask of you
I do not expect perfection
Attempt
motherhubbard
Time now
To do those things
That you have long dreamed of
Take hold of the moment this time
Don’t wait
Symphony
At night,
When the distant light
From the lamp not so bright
Hits this parchment of mine, i write
Empty words...
Symphony
at peace
my beloved
twin-soul lies, shaded by
green grass and memories of years
long-gone
Enchanted
miss you...
two words define
the existence of our
relationship and yet remain
hollow.
littlewing53
to rise
again not yet
tomorrow comes quickly
appearing in neon shadows
colors
Jade Rain
Turning
The seasons change
Nature withers and dies
Spring comes and life starts anew
Rebirth
Jade Rain
How strange
The funny man
Wearing stilts and a wig
Makes people laugh but he is not
A clown
PrinceMyshkin
a sign
of certain mad-
ness is to fool around
with arbitrary poem forms
till dusk
PrinceMyshkin
to time
I will not cede
anything of my own
that surely dwells most deep and sharp
in me
CdnReader
inside
darkness exists
strength, courage and honour
are needed to drive out the fear
of life
CdnReader
laughing
spilling forth loud
no maintaining reserve
let the giggles overtake now
release
Ampoule
and fly
we must go high
bounce off clouds, touch the sky
the rainbow wants to tell us why
we cry
Ampoule
farewell
Andromeda
welcome welcome welcome
the female warrior now unchained
bright star
smartgirl
the door
mysterious
what is it doing here
why is it that i can't open
how strange
brainstrain
she knows
all and too much
but before she is done
the dark sky will burst forth anew
with truth
zargon
write on,
until day's gone
until night drapes its cloak,
over day and darkness, light, soak
all's black
mir
Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
Triskele
eternity awaiting us...
yet nobody
dares wait in this black place
chanting in tongues of pale wing angels
heaven
Uncle Lar
My love
of Life is based
on the many chances
one has to make better choices
right now.
^^^^^
firefangled this must have taken you ages. What an amazing thing to do, and what amazing poems. I will have to go now and write a cinquain
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here is an old poem by Amuse
our months
together/her
tiny heartbeats
fall from the scalpel
as i lay
vanquished in post-op
they are scurried into
the autoclave
what a lucky
thing to be
born a scalpel!
it will
shake itself
free will
never
see
or be haunted by
any hopes and dreams
...dreams last
night of
snatching
minis in bassinets
from wildfires
and overly tipsy
garbage trucks
with tons of
smelted goo,
from hammocks
nearly broken above
bald rocky ground-
but the scalpel,
you wonder?
ah yes.
the scalpel.
it will
traipse along
its merry way
go on to
save lives in
triple bypass,
repair
herniated disks and
remove polyps
as blithely
as it
removes beauty
(as aged women
attempt
to destroy crow's
feet and character-
to look Good!)
but i will always
remember the
heartbeats that i
never heard
the heartbeats
that i hate you for
that you couldn't
wouldn't let me keep.
...it must be nice to be a
scalpel.
it must be nice to be a
man.
Nothing but nothingness
Long live the skillful, supersized and extended metaphor. Great work Amuse! quasi
Cant even remember when I wrote them, must be way ancient (owing to the fact that one of them doesnt even follow the format ).
Thanks so much for taking the time to pick up all those great pieces and putting them together this way, it had to be done, and who else better than u?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I totally understand this, Fire. And I agree.... I love the cinquain challenge to keep my pen honed, even on days that I don't have the time or inspiration for more.
Thanks so much for including me in this long list of favourites. I'm honoured.CdnReader
inside
darkness exists
strength, courage and honour
are needed to drive out the fear
of life
CdnReader
laughing
spilling forth loud
no maintaining reserve
let the giggles overtake now
release
BUT!!!! If I may be so bold....
You missed somebody....
I hope you'll allow me to correct this grievous error....
firefangled
I tread
toward the light
you can tell where I have been
the pieces of dream fall from me
like snow
firefangled
let go
you do not die,
no heaven or hell waits,
judgment does not hide in pure light,
you do
firefangled
just ask
your dog or cat
their opinion of love,
rub, rub, rub, sloppy, lick, lick, lick
‘nuff said
firefangled
silence,
like dark cacao,
velvet with a heartbeat,
the ascending and decending
ending
.
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
Thanks Cdn. I appreciate the thought. I did include one of mine as one of many others who contributed. I do like the ones you found, though.