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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.
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Originally Posted by Virgil
ahem, misspelling my user name is one thing, but Poppy's is quite another.
(don't count this post against me if I manage to create a poem for this, please):p :) ;)
I noticed the typo also, but couldn't figure out a tactful way to key Virgil in on it. :)
:lol: :lol: Oh I'm so sorry Poppy. (Oh I almost did it again. I know there is a repeated letter there and my fingers just want to do double oo.) Oh I can't stop laughing. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
Hey Virgin, no problem. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
~Poopy
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.
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Originally Posted by Poppy
:lol: :lol: I let out a laugh out loud here at work and I hope no one thinks I'm insane. :lol: Very good Poppy. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
Pen, Auto - great start to this!! I see this is already going to be tough. :thumbs_up
Do we have to follow a certain poetry structure or can we do freeform?
No Andy, picture poetry contest does not stipulate anything except some, and it can even be tenuous, relavence to the picture. I hope you will try. :) But no need to rush. This won't end for several weeks or even maybe a month.Quote:
Originally Posted by andave_ya
deleted post. sorry!
Well, here goes.
Hold My Hand
Hold my hand and I will lead you
to the paradise you seek.
I will show you untold pleasures
found only once in this life.
Hold my hand and I will take you
to places you want to go.
And we will share the pleasure
of seeing them together.
Hold my hand and I will
give you strength,
I will make you powerful
beyond your wildest dreams.
Hold my hand, sweet one,
stay with me always
and I will forever love you.
Only you, my love, only you.
Hold my hand and follow me
throughout this lifetime
from birth to death
and all lifetimes to follow.
Hold my hand, my love,
and together we will rule,
standing together always,
transcending time and space.
Hold my hand and we will go
together forever into bliss.
And when we are born again
you will know my touch
and know we are meant
to be as one.
WOWZERS, GRANNY! That's SPECTACULAR!! :)
Thank you, Cdn. I was a little worried. But I figured I might as well bite the bullet, right.Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
I wonder what's going on with this thread. I only count 3 entries and it's been since Aug. 26.
This place is like a hospital. It requires patience.
Yes, it does require patience at times. I do think it also requires us to start thinking like writers. When the deadline is given, meet it, don't ask for extentions. If there are rules, follow them, or expect rejection. That's how it works in the real world. I am not hard-hearted. I published some of my work before I became disabled, some while going to school full-time and working my internship as required, etc. It took a long time for most authors to become able to make it on writing alone. You have to make time for writing. One successful author of my aquantice says he writes every day for two hours at a given time. He never throws out anything he writes, he sends everything to publishers. He now makes his living and has for some time as a full time writer. It didn't happen overnight. It took work, meeting deadlines, and finding what the publisher wanted. But it worked. And for many others as well. We are poets and writers, none masters, all students helping each other. Some here are published in books, some in magazines, etc. Some still await their first publication. But we learn from each other, and this is something to consider anyway.
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Sometimes it takes time. I would prefer at least five entries before I start judging.
Has a deadline ever been set?
this is what Virgil posted on the 30th of August:Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
But no need to rush. This won't end for several weeks or even maybe a month.
I bet that it will be a while. His mom had surgery and he's going to see her tomorrow.
No I have not set a deadline. Do people want me to?Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Doesn't matter to me. Hope your Mom is doing ok.
I don't, I keep thinking I'll have a revelation and get a poem written
Thanks Granny. OK, why don't we hold off another week on setting a deadline.
She sits silently,
Waiting, waiting.
Locked up in her father's palace.
"What?!?!" she cried to the heavens.
"Why not tell me? Who can relese me from my stone prision??"
As she weeps she finds it is to late.
Great Job Bailey-Boo (you must take after your Granny!)Quote:
Originally Posted by browneyedbailey
Thanks but I think I got it from myself.
:lol: I'll second that!Quote:
Originally Posted by motherhubbard
this picture is murderous! lol because i cant think of anything, sorry guys ive tried and tried and nothing comes. but all of yalls poems are lovley!
i agree steph...i've been toiling and writing a word or two and have yet to come up with anything...tho i really enjoy the pics...
Phew! This one was tough, but I've written 'something', hope you like it!
Falling in Love at the Natural History Museum
I saw him first in special exhibits,
guiding a sullen crowd drawn from
the streets by the warm summer rain.
A crowd too dull to see the
intricacy of the sturdy soldiers,
opposing the fine, expressive
gestures of his hands.
I followed weakly, picking up
the words he dropped so
carelessly on the floor;
I followed drinking in each
fluid movement graceful
as the warm summer rain;
I followed at a distance
knowing only the
colour of his smile,
and the sharp edge
of this unexpected desire.
It happened in Egyptology.
Shrouded in darkness,
attention focussed
on a small exhibit,
a work of art,
of Isis and Osiris
hand in hand,
eternal lovers.
He told their story
in a voice that flowed like
warm summer rain.
How Isis’s love
made Osiris into
a God.
And all I could hear was
“Love”!
He glanced my way,
and my heart flowed
like warm summer rain…
…and the rest, as they say, is history.
OK let's set a deadline now. The last day to enter a poem shall be the end of the month, September 30th.
Glad you extended the deadline, Virg. Found a little time to scribble this afternoon and came up with this:
The Afterthoughts of Nefertari
The goddess who carries the sun on her head
Leads me as mother leads child.
That ineluctable pull
That startles us from ourselves sometimes in life
Is gentler now, once resistance is dead.
And life fragments around us into scattered words;
Words chanted by live voices,
Words changed to signs as voices fade,
Signs separate from words become images,
Scattered images blur into the prime
That was before anything was.
Eye and feather, sliding serpent,
Ship that coasts on orange waves
Gilded lilies, mud-made houses
Wandering limbs and arms embraced
Hawk beside the kneeling priestess
All one enigmatic phrase
Her fingers entwine intimately with mine--
Which are cold and stiff to bend--
Bringing the first flush of warmth
As I learn new language.
Language without words
Image without sight
Knowledge without thought
Life without death
And I follow
The goddess who carries the sun on her head.
Am i too late? Couldnt bring my eyes to any of the contests going this month due to those exams. This picture is really good! :( I can see Hathor in there.
I'll give a few more days. How's that Symph? I'll close this on Thursday.
Sorry, because even if I'm late I cant help posting something. :p The excitement of recognising Hathor in here wont let me stop.
The other one in here is Amon, isnt it? Sorry if i'm wrong though... I'll still give it a shot. :D
Hathor and Amon
Her existence within
Those withered amber scripts
Shone through the faded hieroglyphs--
Too bright for the parchment to hold.
The strength of his hand
Within the whorls of hers
Stirred through the pages.
Between her and me
Rests a long path of time,
Her existence is yellowed,
Obscure in a few blurry scribbles
By an unknown hand of forgotten years;
Mine, however, is fixed in present.
And still I heard her voice,
Sonorous in the silence—
I am the Queen of Dance,
The Mistress of Music,
The One who fills the sanctuary with joy…
The joy of secreting the cosmos?
The Joy of Love, came the whisper,
I have loved.
I have breathed
The Breath of Life.
And it was then that I
Felt her existence,
Not in the yellowed parchments,
But in the golden sun
And in the golden sand…
And through the Breeze of Life
Ran the voice of the celestial goddess…
I have loved.
P.S.
Unless of course you already know:
Hathor is the egyptian goddess of Music, Dance, Love etc etc. Her symbol is the cow, she is known as the cow-deity. The Milky Way is said to be secreted from her breast as milk.
Amon is mainly known as the god of fertility, virility, masculine strength, etc etc. But he is also known as the God of the Breath of Life. Thats all i know about him so...
Sorry again if time is out.
EDIT: heheh, no thats not Amon, thats Nefertari! Didnt read the entries first + should have looked at it more carefully. Anyway, my mistake! :( It wont be wise to edit it now, so *shrug* .
Oh! Thank u so much Uncle Virg, for extending it.
:)
Great poems everyone! Guess I'll miss out on this round, my brain isn't allowing any creativity amidst all my studying :brickwall good luck!