Hear, hear Virgil. A tip of the barley malt to you on a job well done.
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Hear, hear Virgil. A tip of the barley malt to you on a job well done.
Thank you kindly, Petra, for the kind words about my imagination. Way to go, Virgil, my Wolf-brother! It was a darn good poem!
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congrats virgil, was indeed a wonderfull poem
Thank you Poopy, Pen, and Steph. :)
OK, after some thought I have chosen this as the picture for this next go around. No deadline yet. Think it over. Once we get five or six submissions I'll strat pick a date to close it. Have fun. :)
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Congrats Virgil, we have a copy of this piece of art at home! It's near the breakfast table, i shall ponder possible poems in the morning :)
nicely done, Virgil. I wasn't familiar with the form, but the repeated lines gives it a nice solidity.
I love the idea of climbing so high, high enough to get that amazing view.
was this about Papa?
congratulations.
I'll work on one for yours, i like the picture you chose. while in highschool, i was very much interested in the Ancient Egyptians.
I noticed the typo also, but couldn't figure out a tactful way to key Virgil in on it. :)
LOL! You guys are killin' me here.... LOL! :lol: :lol: :lol:
Well, I was going to hold off for a while, but as it happens, I have been reading about the subject of this picture, and well, I hope the poem stands on its own. I hate to be the first poster as a rule, but here goes:
Reading Between the Hieroglyphics
Hey, Nefertiti,
Indeed, the beautiful one had come,
Was that perfect body filled with love,
Or eaten up with jealous poison?
Hey, Nefertiti,
Tell me, were you of Egyptian Royal birth,
Reach your position by your father’s tricks and dirk,
Come from some other land on Earth?
Hey, Nefertiti,
You’re holding hands with Akhenaten,
Guess he hasn’t caught you then,
Trying on his crown and royal emblems…
Hey, Nefertiti,
How did it feel to reign as a Pharaoh?
It was long before any modern man would ever know,
Because your people hid your secret long ago.
Hey, Nefertiti,
We didn’t mind knowing you just for your beauty,
Priceless beyond any ruby,
Sometimes it’s best to just stick to your duty.
Hey, Nefertiti,
If you could chose now between that immortal face that none forget,
Or having power for a time over Egypt,
And be hidden away as something that they all regret...
Hey, Nefertiti—
Anaubis is calling…
Choose well…
Dale Harris
© 8/30/07
How shall I remember you,
And you of the green eyes,
And you of the sharp mind?
How shall my remembrance speak
Of you with the long feet,
And you with the soft speech?
I have written the words here;
But they are like water
And they are like summer.
I have crafted a poem;
But it fades in the air
And dies in the winter.
How can I keep faith, my friend
Who walked with a brave heart,
Who led soldiers in war?
How can I hold memories
Of my younger brothers
In my agèd fingers?
I have walked along the road;
But the city is lost
And I scent the autumn.
I have followed the cold trail;
But the ending is doubt
And I will not see spring.
Do we have to follow a certain poetry structure or can we do freeform?