Thank you! I will get the next subject up soon.
Thank you! I will get the next subject up soon.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Ok next subject is Still Life
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
still life
breaths height
nature is bite
to quiet
that's light
energy tice
rise
slow may wise
Last edited by cacian; 04-24-2013 at 03:07 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Apples to oranges
Peaches to pears
Blueberry garnish
Grapes every where
Starfruit to Kiwi
Bananas to plums
Cranberry here and there
Durian smells some...
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...
Still the stiff achieved
the hard salami status
Gallery Archives Room
Keep Door Closed!
when left open
all of the Still Lifes
leak out and
~daNcE~
Last edited by Melanie; 05-04-2013 at 10:13 AM.
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Still Life : Red Queen Hypothesis
Pallor caresses the youth's cheeks
Her heart skips bumps on celerity's ride
Paradox pens chapters in an ageless creed
Concerning the intent to bustle by staying still
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This is an abstract poem on one of the principles/tenets of genetic and evolutionary theory.
Last edited by Adolescent09; 04-28-2013 at 01:04 PM.
My hide hides the heart inside
While frantically thinking that thoughts should be still
Unnerved that the brain won't report to his will
The monk in the cave in some mountain up high
Reacted and said that he might as well die,
But death wasn't ready to give him relief.
There's nothing to justify fantasized grief.
His lonely, cantankerous, mind's having fun
With no one to blame for those thoughts except one.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Thank you for the entires so far. You have until May 5th if you have not already entered
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
I believe this is due.![]()
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Since this is due
if you don't post soon
I will resort to socking you
with my rancid rhyming poo!
My hide hides the heart inside
All great entries, it was a difficult task.
Pendragon: I rather like the way in which the compassion of the various different fruits also bring to my mind specific colors which can be associated with each of these fruits. In this way the poem really draws upon many of the different senses which I enjoy.
cafolini: An amusing and suggestive poem A fun play upon words.
Melanie: I really like how there is an almost surreal quality to this poem. I think it is a great concept.
Adolescent09: There is some wonderful descriptive lines here, and I enjoy the clever use of language. Very skillfully written. Captivating as well as thought provoking.
YesNo: I love the originality of this poem and the way in which it went in quite a different direction. A great concept
And the winner is.......
cacian: This is beautiful and elegant. It creates quite a vivid image within my mind. The words are captivating.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Dark Muse thank you very much!!
the next subject is:
blue bell
deadline: 31st May
Good Luck![]()
Last edited by cacian; 05-08-2013 at 02:49 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
The long way through the woods led me
To bluebells growing peacefully
Beneath the open canopy
Where leaves were yet to sprout.
The wrong way through the woods would be
The one that frolicked carelessly
Through bluebells so the fairies see
They'd have to get me out.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
The Bluebells ring in the woods in Spring
And the harebells tinkle all down the lane
The trumpet vine really sounds divine
As the Fiddleheads play in the shade
Wearing a Turk's Cap a tiny chap
Dances in a Fairy Ring all alone
The Dutchman Pipes are finally ripe
And Jack in the Pulpit's voice intones
The Bluebell's call to one and all
The Monk's Hood's all attend
Lady Slippered feet as the Fairies meet
In their little meeting in the glen!
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...