Complimentary Game

[browneyedbailey]

Rules:
1) No hurtfull words
2) ALL compliments
3) Compliment the person above you
4) Have fun!!

[Bakiryu]

(I think 'tis is the same as in compliment PAM thread bailey, but ok.)

Bailey travels the greenest roads...

[blp]

Perhaps, to make this a poetry game, we could do it in couplets. I rhyme with Bakiryu, then write another line that doesn't rhyme and the next person rhymes with that, then adds another that doesn't rhyme and so on. And all, yes, in the service of complimenting the person above us.

Bakiryu pierces particular nodes
that flatter an already striking face

[symphony]

thats an idea!

blp exemplifies the noble human race
with refined tastes and thoughtful ideas...

[barbara0207]

and symphony's kindness gives nobody tears.
We know that she lives in a beautiful land

[Pendragon]

Á Barbie, Avec Amour

Barbara’s beauty knows no earthy bounds,
Her kindness is a well, sunk deep and ever flowing.
Her poetry flows with a cadence that resounds
With echoes of foretelling to keep the reader going.
Her spirit soars on the breezes with delicate wings,
A newborn butterfly from its long sleep awakened.
With mastery of words she tells us of marvelous things,
And feels that any risk must be worth the taking.

She would not be surprised to see a flaming Phoenix arise,
The dancing of a Unicorn would bring delight to her eyes—
A poet never dwells far from the Kingdom of Dreams…

If a Kraken was spotted sporting itself in the waves of the deep,
Were she to find a fairy in her teacup, she’d not think herself asleep—
We’d read all about it in the pages of Barbara’s own poetry…

Pendragon
© 10/18/07


http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/BlowaKiss.gif

[browneyedbailey]

Pen is amazing with poetry.

this is going gr8 guys (and girls)

[symphony]

:D i'll rhyme with girls then!

its not just brown eyes and curls--
bailey's the young brainbox

...
(rhyme with 'box', someone)

[browneyedbailey]

Locks of hair and swift to speak, like a fox

[symphony]

Locks of hair and swift to speak, like a fox
:lol: never quite imagined myself as a fox! but now that i look in the mirror....

and brown-eyed Bailey really rocks!
she nurtures a bright innocent mind...

[Pendragon]

Composing

At once the conductor and the music,
The virtuosos and the instruments of choice.
She raises the baton and the pen moves swift,
The inscribed lines already resounding with voice.
Deftly inserted language changes the melody,
Staccato, allegro, perhaps, or fortissimo.
Bring up the violins for a moment; hold the note steady—
Now roll those kettledrums and cymbals for a crescendo!
Whisper the woodwinds of deep heartfelt longing,
The composer/conductor’s baton/pen feels each chord.
Add the sounds all together and subtract what isn’t belonging—
The rest goes on parchment as a fine finished form.
Her hair is in her face and her arms have grown weary—
But her Symphony is now completed; she smiles and is teary…

Pendragon
© 10/20/07

[symphony]

Composing

At once the conductor and the music,
The virtuosos and the instruments of choice.
She raises the baton and the pen moves swift,
The inscribed lines already resounding with voice.
Deftly inserted language changes the melody,
Staccato, allegro, perhaps, or fortissimo.
Bring up the violins for a moment; hold the note steady—
Now roll those kettledrums and cymbals for a crescendo!
Whisper the woodwinds of deep heartfelt longing,
The composer/conductor’s baton/pen feels each chord.
Add the sounds all together and subtract what isn’t belonging—
The rest goes on parchment as a fine finished form.
Her hair is in her face and her arms have grown weary—
But her Symphony is now completed; she smiles and is teary…

Pendragon
© 10/20/07Do i like this!! I'm really flattered to think that my nick inspired u create such a nice thing!
May i copy it and post it in my blog? With your permission of course.

I love it!

Edit:
I seem to be on a writers' block at the moment, but i couldnt help saying something to Uncle Pen, so here goes:

He looks down at us
with dignified eyes and a silent face,
and yet, in those eyes is something that does
miracles in a ringing silence…
That sword in a pool of red
somehow doesn’t bear witness
of the dead,
somehow doesn’t address
the ruthless, the vicious,
but instead, pictures a gracious
soul, as it instills
in you an unfaltering love
with each stab,
with each glance.


Re-edit:
Hmm the above was on your ex-avatar & sig. But i see u changed it while i was through this. But anyway, i'll keep it as is. ;)

[Pendragon]

Thanks, Sy! Of course, you may copy the poem to your blog. I write these personal poems to people who are welcome to keep them from me. Years from now you will wonder, who the devil was Pendragon? But you will still have a poem. I like yours as well, and sorry about the changes. I'm on a nervous flick right now and switch a lot.

Pen

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Four/Dale.gif

[Virgil]

Don't stop this PAM in the daylight,
The dragon doesn't give into the night.

[symphony]

Years from now you will wonder, who the devil was Pendragon?
I dont think u'll be forgotten, though. Not after that great piece u wrote ("If I were a Poem"), nope.


Don't stop this PAM in the daylight,
The dragon doesn't give into the night.
Nor does the wolf, in his misty flight.
A dark silhouette in divine blue luminance....

[scarlet pain]

A symphony of true divinity
Shall reverbate through time and infinity!

[Pendragon]

The Scarlet Sonnet

She calls herself Scarlet with a surname of Pain,
I can envision the first with no problem at all.
But somehow the last rings with skies full of rain,
And covers the ground with a funeral pall.
I’ll go with the Scarlet, the color of Wild Columbines,
That grow on the rocks near the river each year.
The color of Cardinals: priests, flowers, and birds singing rhymes—
Bee-Balm, Fire Stars, Roses, and Scarlet Tangiers

So leave off the Pain from your surname dear friend,
The color you chose has splendor without any end—
Rejoice in the Scarlet hued skies when the sun sinks in the West….

Many are the colors one may find around one in this world,
There is only one I have ever found worthy to be truly adored—
Of all the colors of the Rainbow I find I love Red (Scarlet) the best…

Pendragon
© 10/28/07

[andave_ya]

I have been trying for two weeks to figure out what to say for Pen. I started two poems that went nowhere. so I'm going to come up with something right now. I really want to do something nice for ya, Pen, but I'm not much of a poet. So.

Pen.
Dragon.
Two meanings.
Separate.
Pen: writing instrument.
Dragon: mythical creature.
Altogether, my lord, you are not a mere dragon but the master of the Penn.
.................................

Incidentally, the double "nn" is in honor of Pen's Native American quotes and the picture in his sig. In the 1800s, someone styling himself William Penn wrote a series of articles urging Congress and President Andrew Jackson to let the Native Americans keep their native land instead of making them move to the reservations. So he was a champion of the Native American's cause.

[scarlet pain]

unknown the stranger
yet known from the wombs of Eve
you had been my brother
and so accept my love from an ancient soul to soul
as your own blood!

[symphony]

To Scarlet Pain:

You're the poem i never tried to write
and yet, i know, if i hold my pen upright,
its pointed tip will run ever so smoothly
you'd always think it was there in my mind--
lurking somewhere,
hidden in some dark corner i may have overlooked,
and my pen may have brought it to life
or, who knows, perhaps my mind
has offered a thought or two
to go with the lovely memories saved....

Thank you. For being my friend. And thank you for... never mind.

[gothic]

To Symphony---

She arose,not alone
but with the myriad meanings of amity,
from the concealed cavern of my antique anticipation,
all but blocked with the bleak boulds of realism...

and I watched silently as she woke
to the etherial echoes stirring the lucid lakes
for eternity.

and as I watched I knew,
the world is yet to see another sun.

[andave_ya]

Gothic pictures of black and white--
An eerie glow in the black of night.
Incessant blue, blue-bard beloved
Secrets of stars are gothic wedded.
The vivid colors of green and blue
Tell me what I already know to be true
Gothic dreams dreamt in the night
Cloak hearts poetic in late moonlight.