so is the next word gratitude?
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so is the next word gratitude?
That's my understanding. Better that than "fish-sticks," don't you think?Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Yes, the next word is gratitude. Thank you. Mahalo. Gracias. Merci. Danke. Grazie. Arigato. Go raibh maith agat, Dua Netjer. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Debatable. With the talents in here, I bet this forum can even make fish-sticks poetic. :) In a postive sense, by the way.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Anyway, ultra-slow as I am, I was still writing on that love thing, *sigh* my love went in vain! :p
Nonetheless,
Gratitude
Another of those mornings
Where the brows never get the chance to be straight,
Where the roads are muddy and the car keeps getting stuck
In the endless manholes of Dhaka,
And the garbage bins are the only perfumeries
The city can offer!
Another disgusting day
Where the street beggars never stop knocking
At the car window—
Bless the traffic jams!
And oh the endless rain!
Another knock at the car window.
A quick look with a quicker frown
Showed a small shaky hand
Offering a rose,
“It wont cost u more than 2 bucks, ma’am”.
Her voice made my day.
And the look in her eyes—
It could have been gratitude,
Or may be it was the gleam of the polished window –
Spoke to my eyes.
Later that night
Winding up in my armchair,
I couldn’t help debating
On whether the rose has fitted more
In the wildernesses, or was it in her hand!
I couldn’t help wondering
On whether two bucks have, ever,
Bought anything so beautiful
As was that look
On her face.
now give me a blanket to hide my face in
Who was it who told you that you are NOT a genius? Read this aloud to him or her - if you can get all the way through it without choking up - and watch them slither away in shame!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Feakingly, relentlessly, excessively beautiful!! Thank you!
Oh, Symphony, oh poet, this so reached my heart. Stay in this language of your heart, write what you think and feel as if you speak to us and you will be great and we will beg you to tell us what you see, tell us what is the world like. This was a rose in a wilderness of wonder. Thank you.Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
You've no need to hide your face, my friend.
I just had to come back and note the beginning, it is where the tears first came to my eyes. Are still there as I tell you this...yes as Prince said, you are a genius...stay, stay, live in this voice, you found it. I hope you know how precious it is to find your voice at 17...a blessing!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
erm...
uhm...
i always thought this forum doesnt have enough smileys...
i always thought i dont know enough english to say thanks ...
but...
THANKS!
".......I hear a SYMPHONY".....so sing the Supremes (you may not know of them) and today they are singing about YOU.
And, please, please continue with your poem about 'that love thing'.
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Originally Posted by symphony
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just for you! Thanks again!
And again u leave me wordless! :lol:
:D thanks ! (i wish that word could say it all for me!)
I deleted it :( lol i meant it when i said my love went in vain!! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
You asked for more smilies, I believe: These links will help. Of course they are not my private stash, but good. Good hunting!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
http://www.cosgan.de/smilie.php?wahl=0&ziel=froehlich
http://www.zoicks.com/smileys3.htm
http://www.websmileys.com/
http://www.smileyville.net/index.php
http://www.industreal.spb.ru/smiles.htm
http://www.emofaces.com/emoticons/ca...cience/animals
Pen
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1.../PuppyLove.gif
You might not think this a poem on graditute on a first reading. So read it more than once.
THE VELVET GOWN
She wore a long, white velvet gown
and pretended to be a princess
or queen of the Fairies
or anything her childish mind could dream up.
They often played together, sharing dreams.
She wore a long, white velvet gown
and danced in his arms at the prom.
She closed her eyes
and pretended he was her Prince Charming
and floated off to a castle in the stars.
She wore a long, white velvet gown
and said “I do” at the altar
staring into his eyes
and dreaming of forever together.
She wore her small, white hospital gown,
her mind locked forever into a world from which
she would never return again.
He held her hand and shook his head
as the Doctor mention the word "Institution."
She wears a long, white velvet gown
and dreams her dreams
no one else can understand—
but he tries.
Dale Harris
© 1997
Oh, I believe I understand this very well as gratitude.
Have you ever heard the song, "I'm Looking For Something In Red?" You made me think of it. Even though a country singer got hold of it, I do like the message in the lyrics and I like your message also.
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Gratitude
A pale sandy beach
scattered with pink shells and driftwood.
Tiny crabs scurry for cover.
A gentle wave slides up silently
through the wet sand
and kisses my bare feet.
All I see is bathed in a soft orange light
that heralds day's end.
Gifts from a world beyond.
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Yes. I find the lyrics of the song very good. I have said it before and I will say it again, people so often miss the poetry in the lyrics of a song. They loose themselves in the music, but I am a musician, and the words are what I love best.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Gratitude
The day was heavy but her heart was light
as she stood marveling at the Water Tower,
wondering how it, amongst all the beautiful
buildings of that day, had survived the fire.
The day was heavy but her heart was light
as she skipped down Michigan Avenue
touching skyscrapers with one hand while
waving at sailboats with the other.
The day was light but her heart was heavy
as she trembled in the arms of the black woman,
clinging to the curb from which she had fallen,
marveling and wondering and skipping.
The day was light but her heart was heavy
as she longed for a name and a town,
hoping to place them upon the floral paper
that would hold her fanciest pen of gratitude.
But as she sat, staring out at the day,
She knew, in reality, both of their hearts were light.
Marvellous Ampoule, I especially loved the inversion of the day was heavy in the 3rd & 4th verses.
Thank you. You must be a great baseball player!Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
These are my favorite poems by you, A., where you never directly disclose...
Wonderful poem!
Thank you firefangled. I appreciate the encouragement I get from all of you.
Just an interesting update to prove that I may not have another life:
Independence...Ampoule
Sinful Desires...PrinchMyshkin
Penance...firefangled
Laconic...Adolescent09
Homecoming...Pendragon
Soliloquy...symphony
Tranquility...stephofthenight
Passion...Debrasue
Seasons...CdnReader
Vacant...Jon1jt
Romance...Zargon
Gratitude...Ampoule
And where are my manners. Il Penseroso...a word...per favore...and then after that will be Bii, if you please.
Ha, funny, and in such big letters... Penserosa? Should be Penseroso...I'm male. (the name's taken from the Milton poem) and don't worry, it's so easy to mistake genders around here, I'm sure there are several fish floating about that I've gotten a wrong picture of in my head.
but thanks ampoule, I'm honored to choose the next word, and I've enjoyed your poetry as well, along with everyone else's who posts in this thread.
lets see...time for something a little different. How about...
Oriental(ism)?
Yin-Yang
It is such a simple symbol—
Black and white—
Two identical, yet different,
Ever joined to make the whole…
Without a Yin for balance,
There can be no Yang in existence—
People sometimes mistake the two as different
Failing to see they make only one…
Dual personalities that lie in everyman,
The will to do evil or to do good—
A struggle for supremacy inside
What many call “the soul.”
Thus you came to me, here, young one,
In search of true enlightment—
I can only teach you what I have learned myself…
To know the meaning of that symbol
You must ask yourself…
Pendragon
© 7/26/07
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...mKane/Yang.gif
The plum wine was hiding in the city.
Glasses from Japan gathered dust since last
May, when the exchange student was here,
with her kimono, fan and ancient grace.
Someday was the promise she gave to us,
our flower of kindness she would repay.
A simple gesture across time and space,
to guide my way unseen to a small shop,
the way moonlight opens the Ghost Orchid.
Haole Girl
Haole girl on Honolulu street ask
Japanese lady, how you say thank you?
Ah, she say, with slight bow, arigato,
Hai, arigato.
Now you say.
Ah ree gah toe, ahree ga to, arigato!
Hai!
Haole girl on Honolulu street run
to Japanese store on corner for rice
wrapped in seaweed and sweet sour seed
Hai!
She smile big grin, arigato.
She pay.
Hai, arigato.
.
cherry blossoms pale
bloom with delicate beauty
caresses in pink
.
Dear Bii
Would you please...choose a word.
It looks like no one else has anything to say about orientalism, at least for now.
Perhaps I was west
when I should have been east
when you called for poems
on Orientalism...
In any case, I was here
when I should have been there.
I sometimes get the two mixed up
but here is something
Zennish (I think):
Clear your mind! Clear your mind!
Let it be free
at last! Free at last!
As it has not long since been.
An empty mind
is the measure of timelessness,
the temperature
of infinity.
Imagine there is nothing
in it but the lazy wash of sound
Shhh-wah Shhh-wah Shhh-wah
Shhh-wah Shhh-wah Shhh-wah
Shhh-wah Shhh-wah Shhh-wah
And then even that washes out...
OK, the word is Trust
.
The fall into love begins as
A hypnotizing drift, born in a smile....
Quickens into breathless exhilaration...
Touch forces a heart-stopping pulse-racing tailspin...
Rapidly accelerating earthward
at supersonic heart-speed.
Catch me?
.
the safety of your arms
as they engulp me
the flame of desire
simply engulfs me
im trembling and shaking
fighting to breath
you watch me carefuly
and i know that you care
its ok i sigh im ok
he looks at me with the passion
and he says he wont hurt me
just to relax
im scared
my body is shaking uncontralbly
you whisper i love you
i begin to relax
i love you
your holding me in your arms
i trust you
you kiss my forhead goodnight
Trust
The ballroom floor shines red beneath my shy eyes
As I bow to the thundering applause.
His eyes shine bright with confidence,
Mine follow his, shining with trust.
The trembling toes couldnt leave the wheelchair,
“Trust me”, he had said,
And I did.
My footsteps faded as the night went on.
The tears twinkled in my eye,
“Trust me”, he had said
And I did.
The pain screamed out,
I was filled with doubts
And the world was too much on me.
“Trust me”, he had said
And I did.
The ballroom floor shines red beneath my shy eyes
As I walk away from the dance floor
And help him hold his white long stick—
“Were you good?” asks he.
“Trust me”, say I,
And watch the smile light up his blind eyes.
Trust boiled down to a broth.
ON A LESS-TRAVELED ROAD
Life is a long, one-way street
that, often as not, takes the long way around.
Frost spoke of “The Road Less-Traveled By”.
I’ve been on it all my life. What’s the difference?
Then again, how could you tell any difference
when there is really nothing to compare it to?
Nothing. Something. Are they really the same?
“I think, therefore I am.” Or is it. “I am, therefore I think?”
Existence is like a soap bubble:
It’s pretty, but it doesn’t take much to burst it.
One thing about a less-traveled road:
There is less traffic, and fewer rest areas.
Oh, and don’t break down along the way.
“Less-traveled by”, remember? So who’s going to fix your car?
Dale Harris
© 1996
Trust
I stand at the edge of the stage
Looking back at arms outstretched
With fingers beckoning, saying,
Trust me.
I look again and again to be sure,
And fall back into the pit that carries
Me, like pass the butter please.
I stand at the edge of the water
Looking back at little waves of deep and blue
With ripples and droplets, saying,
Trust me.
I look again and again to be sure,
And fall back into the lake that engulfs
Me, like an apple waiting to be bobbed.
I stand at the beginning of each day
Looking back at past and future
With things unknown, saying,
Trust me.
I look again and again to be sure
And fall back into a life that teaches
Me, like a bird pushed from it's nest.
I stand now in front of you
Looking deep into your eyes
With so many promises, saying,
Trust me.
I look again and again to be sure
And fall back into arms that surround
Me, like the farmer in the dell.
Like softened butter or a floating apple,
Like a new bird flying or someone chosen for the circle,
I trust.
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Originally Posted by ampoule
i like the way you did this...its realy nicely done...i especialy like all of your metaphors at the end ot the stanza at first they didnt make much since bbut it took me a moment to reread them and realise that there beautifuly wovent throught.
steph
Thank you steph! I struggled with this trust word but I kept going back to a game we played in summer camp which led me to thinking of a mosh pit etc.
Again, thank you.
So lovely! It reminds me of that trust exercise, where you stand behind the person and invite her to fall backwards and trust that you will catch her or him... How wonderful isn't it when we can take up that challenge without hesitation?Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
LOL....that's just what I had mentioned to steph. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin