What is the image you have of...?

Hi dear fellows. Here is a new game for you. What you have to do is to pick up any forum member and describe him or her according to the image you held of him or her in your imagination. You can use the avatar or the way he or she posts, or what you know of him or her. Take it as a fun and be creative. Enjoy yourselves.

I'll start:

Pensive

Glady is a young girl of the east. She is like a bird flying aroung the forum from thread to thread posting beautiful things here and there. Never tired, she flies faster than the wind. Pensive is so sweet that the forum is dull without her.

The image I have of fellow poet and friend

adilyoussef

Here is a young man wise beyond his years, always courteous, well-manered. He endeavors to always put a positive spin on life regardless of the hand of cards fate might deal him. A faithful follower of his faith, he has respect for others and would put others before himself. I salute you, mon ami. :nod:

The image I have of my friend Pendragon.

Pendragon

A fellow poet with great imagination, Pen, a friend of mine always fasinating me with beautiful poetry, is an enjoyable fellow to talk to. He writes with imagination and his poetry always catch my attention from the first beginning. His face, I know not how it looks like; his appearance, I have no idea; but his spirit, just have a look at his posts and you'll get an answer.

Well lets see, who shall I start with
Adil I think
Adil is a sort Maroon thin Blob with streaks of blue and yellow , grey patches But lots of brown. A wise colour.

(Well you did ask about How I think of people didn't you)
:D

Cool.... well i know who i'm writing.. :D

Rachel

Rachel is simply An Angel On Earth!... :p
She is not tall.. and has a long and beautiful blond hair.
she has little marks on her back from where her wings used to be no one know of this off course...
She is the light in our hearts, the Warm of our souls! she is our hope and joy! :D..
All i have to say is I love you Rach'! :D
:wave:

Great I like it.

Nightshade is a beautiful young lady who like this forum a lot and enjoy herself here. She looks like Monaliza but she is very funny. Always giving us fun and making me smile. Lady of smilies is her name.

Night

I picture night as a jet setter, flying of to Egypt at a moments notice. Night wears white sunglasses and a scarf and a smile.

Rachel

Hmm...blushing and aflutter, gushing with flattery. She's sweet, but I don't really have an image of her, just an obscure form among the branches of the great oak in Sherwood.

Wait--perhaps...tall, lanky...bare-footed, because she gave her shoes to the shoeless...legs dangling over a branch, and a ever-present smile on her face as she revels in the sunlight filtering through the branches.

Samercury

A little green sidekick, planet-hopping with her bow and quiver. She's charming, silly on occasion, but always well-meaning and eager to discuss just about anything.

Robin

Lives in a treehouse that does not have a ladder, he has a system of vines and branchs that helps him to come and go. The treehouse is full of pies and cakes from the neighborhood, kind of like a store house where he stores the goods stolen from the rich waiting to be given to the poor.

Hmm. Now I'm tempted to get a Tarzan avatar. :p Thanks, papayahed.

papayahed

A good fellow sitting under a papaya tree is the image I always have in mind whenever I here the name of papayahed. Contemplating the empty sky with eyes full of hope, he is always there in the same place I gave him in my memory.

Wow a new gushy thread. I can see some losing their lunch over this thread but I care not a fig.

Weeping:
My brother my friend, beautiful soulful eyes and a passion for life and great food.
A gourmet mushroom lover, he lives in a beautiful green mushroom with pictures of Spain all over the walls, done by the masters of old.
Weeping's soul flies across the earth each night while others sleep, always in search of someone new to know and learn from, he blesses everyone he meets.

Adil,
He is a child safe under my wings, he is a man opening the door for anyone, putting himself last.
He is a thought, noble and beautiful that floats thru the world leaving a breathtaking perfume that heals those it touches.
He is a flame of hope for our future.

Robinhood,

M'Lord is a mask and a cloak that shrouds a knight of the highest order. He has a magic mouth and that which he utters stops demons in their tracks. His eyes are a flame of truth and beauty that terrorize the dark of heart and turn them back from their evil quest.
M'Lord is a wanderer ever in search of new shapes that he might shift and make better than they were before.
M'Lord is a mist and no matter how I run to grasp his hand it floats away and I am left standing in the quiet with tears in my eyes.

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Originally Posted by adilyoussef

papayahed

A good fellow sitting under a papaya tree is the image I always have in mind whenever I here the name of papayahed. Contemplating the empty sky with eyes full of hope, he is always there in the same place I gave him in my memory.

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Incidentally, papayahed's a lady. And rachel is far too kind :blush:.

rachel

Trying to give an image of rachel I was impotent to do so because beauty speeks of itself. Better than she is a real angel, I found non to describe her. So I write this poem for her.

Once I was down in a dark narrow passage leading nowhere
I was lost, frightned and sick
There coming from nowhere I saw a light leading to where
My heart found rest, peace and grace
A hand pulled me from the deepness of darkness and here
I write my gratitude to the person that my soul saved
A poet, no I'm not but just a fellow expressing his gratitude
To a woman, a mother, a friend, to an angel that loved
People for what they are and really cared
And who cared before but my beloved, my friends that I loved
And those who were here but are gone forever
Here I'm writing to put in value who has no value
For her value is more than verses of poetry I wrote

With much love and gratitude to my friend rachel.

Beautiful Adil.. and every word is true.... Rach' i bow before you!

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Originally Posted by RobinHood3000

Incidentally, papayahed's a lady. And rachel is far too kind :blush:.

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Oh sorry, I always thought the other way. How fool I'm.

samercury

Is an inteligent young lady who is really addicted to this forum. Always saying hi whenever she logs in and posts wonderful posts. The image I have of her is the one of a beautiful manga character. I thing she likes mangas.

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Originally Posted by adilyoussef

Oh sorry, I always thought the other way. How fool I'm.

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No big deal, may have something to do with my first avatar of Charlie Brown.


Virgil

I picture Virgil in a tie with sleeves rolled up sitting at a desk surrounded by T squares and calculators all the while having a drawer overflowing of great literary works.

Sorry i'm feeling writish today.. who knows why... :goof:

Virgil

The king was surrounded by papers.. they were every where.. the Computer biped again as another E-mail arrived, probably more work he thought to himself.
The phone rang but he could not reach it since a huge pile of files stood in the way.
The cellular rang too as the tune of the simpsons filled the air.
The king Smiled and relaxed. He layed his head back, closed his eyes and taped his fingues twice.
As he opened them again he smiled and looked at his office that was now sparkling and quiet, all you could hear was the tune of The simpsones flowting in the air.
After all he was the King.

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Originally Posted by papayahed

Virgil

I picture Virgil in a tie with sleeves rolled up sitting at a desk surrounded by T squares and calculators all the while having a drawer overflowing of great literary works.

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Originally Posted by Willow

Virgil

The king was surrounded by papers.. they were every where.. the Computer biped again as another E-mail arrived, probably more work he thought to himself.
The phone rang but he could not reach it since a huge pile of files stood in the way.
The cellular rang too as the tune of the simpsons filled the air.
The king Smiled and relaxed. He layed his head back, closed his eyes and taped his fingues twice.
As he opened them again he smiled and looked at his office that was now sparkling and quiet, all you could hear was the tune of The simpsones flowting in the air.
After all he was the King.

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LOL!! :lol: :lol: I'm certainly not a king. It's only this year that I got my own office to myself. But other than that you're both fairly acurrate. I don't have T-squares (we draw with computers now, and I haven't done that for a number of years), but I've got calculators and I do keep a messy desk, and it does get hectic because my boss this year has me managing two major projects. When I had just one, I always felt in complete control, but with two I feel like I don't know what to do next.

Oh, and I do keep volumes of poetry hidden in my desk. The other engineers just wouldn't understand.

Virgil

The lycanthrope with the upturned tie. 'Nuff said. :p

Adil - What a great idea for a thread. Over time I'll probably get to reflecting on everyone, but I must start with....

Rachel

I've described Rachel at times elsewhere, but let me recap. I always imagine her as a Madonna, complete with a halo. A mother's mother; intense, energetic, always thinking of how to help, compassionate, caring, intuitive (she's very good at guessing names), her drive is to make the world better. I'm not even sure how old she is, but she's infinitely wise. She's the type of person you want on your side in an argument. Otherwise you're going to lose. Ask Star. I picture her with dark hair and happy eyes. Something like this:

http://www.medjugormag.com/IMAGES/ma...20painting.jpg

The Blessed Mother is perfect, always was perfect. I have made a groove of the road I travel to go to confession.

Virgil is a creek, not shallow because he does not divulge the depths of himself. Not bottomless because that is black and scarey and foreboding and Virgil's heart calls to us to come and partake of that which he is willing to share. He meanders gently along and takes a little soil from this beautiful person , depositing foreign beautiful soil in it's place to enrich that one, and moves on and does the same over and over and over. He is cool to the touch and revives those that have wilted under the scorching sun of reproach or illness or lonliness or sorrow.
And as he gathers speed to approach and meld into the gigantic pristine mountain lake he is awed by the wonder of it and the new vistas and horizons. He hungrily partakes and then once more passes that which he has learned all over again.

Beautiful and mysterious with the quite knowledge that makes scholars cry. Tall and mystical with azure prominence over all. Admin is the compassionate law enforcer that feels such joy in gaurding her childeren, such euphoria, such wonder in the presence of her glory. The place where nature, law and love meet in harmony.

That is beautiful Irish, but Admin is a he.

Samercury is a water sprite tiny and able to hide inside flowers. She flits over hill and dale laughing her tiny tinkling laugh like icesicles in a breeze and refreshment and peace follow her wherever she goes. She lives in an enchanted garden where no one but a few chosen accompany her. To be allowed into her abode is like catching a falling star, never to be forgotten.

Night is a bouquet of crystal prisms, tied together with a strand of fresh water pearls.
When placed in the light she is a rainbow of wisdom and laughter, of honesty and new thoughts and ideas.
No penguins can hurt this little bouquet, in fact any penguin coming near begins to sing her praises and she beams upon them soft shades of the rainbow and they are glad.

Hmm. I always pictured Admin as the God image from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Adil, Someone who is a good friend, wonderful poet who writes beautiful works of poetry.

Jay, A very nice girl with whom I love to play WAG.

Kaltrina, She is someone who gives me very good advice.

Virgil, He gives so much good compliments that makes me blush.

Night, Lady of smilies

Scheherzade, Very knowledgeable, love to read books buta little bossy. (hey, don't mind. Sometimes it does not hurt to be bossy)

Starrwriter, I guess that I have learned a lot from him.

Logos, She is a good girl who has told me about some very good websites.

Mono, Someone who is very helping and caring and I miss him.

Rachel Is the Daughter of the Lion of Judah, always tender of heart, gentle of speech, and with a heart as big as the world is wide.

Sam (She won't mind my shorthand) is a little pixie, mischevious, and full of life, always concerned about my health

Williow I pick on about 'shrooms, but he doesn't mind. He takes it all in stride. He is a great guy.

Robin The Archer has a lot of fun inside a serious side that peeks through from time to time.

SmilingTearz Eva is so tenderhearted that I call her the Daughter of the Rainbow. She tries to smile through every tear. Sunshine through rain creates a rainbow, so she makes a rainbow day out of each day. You are never forgotten little one.

Night is my friend with the ready smile, whom I can always trust to somehow make me laugh when I am feeling low. She was my first contact by live chat, and continues to chat with me on a regular basis.

Scher and I battle over poetry on the Another Creative Game Post, but she's a friendly sort, and I don't mind .

Kaltrina Is a little brown fairy who needs to look in that mirror and see herself as the rest of us see her-- a fair young lady with a pretty smile, confident and ready to take on the world!

Themis Has changed her atvar, but will always be the blue fairy playing the flute to me, making music from the heart.

Emily Gets my vote for Poster With the Most Tact. She can turn the most vicious argument with just a few carefully chosen words into a peaceful discussion. Wow!

Talsin Is a good sport who takes my jokes in stride and can pay me back in my own coin! Here's to Estonia!

Scher is a great stone castle that sits near the edge of a tall cliff that in turn overlooks the sea. By day her doors are open to those who are curious and willing to roam her many rooms to learn and grow. By night she is a shelter to those who are bruised and weary. Once in a while though, on a bright and calm day she turns everyone out of doors and her majestic tall doors swing shut and lock. No one can come inside then for she basks in the quiet and humms a private tune that noone hears or understands except the books , the tea kettle, the bread and butter and the great pot of jam that waits for her in the fridge.

Pendragon is a little boy with dreams as high as heaven and as wide as the ocean. He has a great steamer trunk in the corner of his room. Now and then he opens it and takes out a costume-now a world famous sleuth, now St. Georges helm and hauberk for he has a great many dragons to attend to.
Sometimes he can be seen in his long striped night gown bending his knees in prayer beside his little bed, tears spilling down his cheeks as he whispers name after name of those he cares for. He has an angel standing beside him who strokes his head and prays at the same time for him.

Riesa is an Amazon from the tribe of Superwoman, though no mortal knows it. She can diminish her appearance at will and be simply a beautiful woman. By day she watches over her loved ones, works the land, attends to the creatures that inhabit her world. Her family, her little ones lack no good thing and her heart of love bathes them at night and tucks them all into their beds. And it is then when they are dreaming their own sweet dreams that she assumes her natural shape, taller than tall and stately and unearthly beautiful. she vanishes thru the wall and walks by moonlight across the grassy land and then to the treed mountain. Standing there she whispers ancient words of the Tu'atha and low from the heavens comes galloping a wondrous black steed with blue eyes. He lands upon the earth and comes to her and they exchange words of love and admiration for one another. She leaps upon his back and he, taller than tall buildings takes her into faerie land where they gallop free and unhindered until night for mortals has ended. Then he gently deposits her back upon the earth and goes skyward once more. She comes back thru the walls, assumes her mortal shape and refreshed and happy prepares the morning meal. Only the birds and the golden sun know her secret and they smile.

Scher is a witch on her broomstick, only stopping to drop a few words about the book club and stopping others smashing each others' heads into a pulp, fuctioning as a part-time angel of peace. At other times she just flys over the wide hills, plains, mountains, rivers, forests and marshes of the forum, her wig catching the wind.

Basil is a trickster, storyteller and a genius loci of the Literature forum. Alway slightly shapeshifting and telling stories so that one can never be sure of his real essence,but can only feel that it is witty, benevolent and always-present. And also with little exhibitionistic tendencies. But as all the authors of this forum have this quality, this can easily be forgiven.

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Originally Posted by rachel

Riesa is an Amazon from the tribe of Superwoman, though no mortal knows it.

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Don't you mean Wonder Woman? :p

Keltic Banshee

Sometimes i think Keltic is My Soulmate. The sister i never had.. the friend i want to call just because.. she is indeed a Banshee.. never to be seen or heard.. just a glimpse here a glimpse there. as if i hallucinate.. yet every time i see her.. a warm feeling of Happieness takes over me :D.
This one is for you my Friend -

James Blunt - High

"Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?
Promise me tomorrow starts with you,
Getting high; running wild among all the stars above"

Let me do Night tonight.

Nightshade

At first I thought she was a flighty little girl spreading "smiles". But then she rebuked someone in one of the religious threads for insulting other religions and she did it with firmness and charm simultaneously, as if she had delivered salt and sugar at the same time. My, I thought, what interpersonal skills. She's got the makings of a world class diplomat. And then I saw in some of her posts how intelligent (a lover of Keats' poetry) she was, and in others how fun and outgoing she was. What a ball we all had trying to guess Robin's age, and she was the one who started the fun. And then she showed us a picture of her eyes, and they just seemed so compassionate. Caring eyes, a mother's eyes. What a complex young lady she is.

Here's an image of what she might look like:
http://www.guide2womenleaders.com/wo...os/Muslim7.jpg

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Originally Posted by RobinHood3000

Don't you mean Wonder Woman? :p

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I know wonder woman was, but I always preferred superwoman only not her background so I made up my own M'Lord, and hey it's my fantasy!!! :lol:

Haha, fair enough, milady.

Noah is a country woman, sturdy and strong standing with her feet planted firmly on the soil she loves, one hand shading her face as she gazes into the setting sunlight.
She is a gentle soul and words from her lips fall as a rain of rose petals. Her compassion is strong and sure like a three strand rope thrown to a man overboard.
Her beauty is forever because it will not fade since it permeates every cell in her body.


Emily is a Middle ages Alternative Faerie, beautiful and noble, silver with blue punked hair. Her eyes are pools of light and kindness, strength and her forehead is like flint when she comes across someone that brings a dark cloud to rain on others.
She can be found at an outdoor cafe, wings tucked in reading a good book, sipping a mortal's drink and if people passing her by are struck with amazement she merely smiles the tiniest Faerie smile and goes on reading. Across from her at the tiny table sit her cats also reading their favorite books, sipping catnip tea and eating treats. None have to say a word for their souls commune while their minds read.



Kilted Exile is a loch, the water dark and moody, strength blended with thoughtfulness.The tall sheer walls of granite spiking up into the rare atmosphere ring with happy laughterthat seems to come forth from its own self whenever a daring boat comes carefully thru. But those on board are not quite sure what the laughter means so they hurry along while the laughter gets merrier.
And from somewhere under the rippling waters can be heard the very dim low sounds of a scottish ditty followed by the splash of a long long tale.After a terrifying moment of strange silence up pops a couple of cans of beer.