Thank you very much, Petrarch. I'm new here and I'm so confused! But I hope I'll get the knack of it all in this forum. And I'll continue reading and posting messages here to learn.
Thank you very much, Petrarch. I'm new here and I'm so confused! But I hope I'll get the knack of it all in this forum. And I'll continue reading and posting messages here to learn.
...and the poem I liked so much is Xamonas Chegwe's. The discussion is "poetry context".
I'll continue searching. This forum is not like the ones I've been to.
Yes, you're still on the "poetry contest" thread. Xamonas' poem was on page 1 of this thread (you'll notice the page numbers listed to the upper left of where the posts appear). If you click on page 4 of the thread (post #48) you'll see that his poem won the contest for that round. Currently the thread is 25 pages long (with 363 posts counting this one), so any new posts will pop up on page 25....and the poem I liked so much is Xamonas Chegwe's. The discussion is "poetry context".
I'll continue searching. This forum is not like the ones I've been to.
By the way, unfortunately Xamonas isn't posting here anymore, but I'm sure he would be glad that you liked his poem.
Last edited by Petrarch's Love; 11-17-2006 at 06:21 PM.
"In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen
Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love
Riesa--What an interesting idea. I'll have to give this one some introspective thought (either that or stand in front of the mirror and make faces for a few hours).
well, Petrarch, if you stand in front of the mirror and make faces for a few hours you'll certainly break through some kind of barrier, perhaps the sane kind of barrier, but the resulting poem will certainly be interesting.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Very interesting image! I hope to submit a poem soon.
Last edited by Pensive; 11-18-2006 at 12:43 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Very interesting Image there, Riesa. It will be my first time to join this contest and honestly, Im a bit nervous because you all are terribly talented poets! I will try my very best and it is really good that the deadline is still on December 4th! Very Good for me..I even saved it as my desktop background so I can always delve on the photo.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
This is my first free poem, without any rhythm and rhyme. I know it will be a heck but couldn't resist writing it down.Okay guys: after much deliberating and google image searching I decided on:
I'm looking for this empty mirror to be filled with honesty and heart when all is said and done, don't be shy, indulge your vanity! Every artist must create a self-portrait at some time or another, now's the chance to show the world, or at least the interested readers, yourself."Know Thyself", urges Plato, (I think it was Plato, anyway.)
I am always unhappy
When I stop and think
Wake up and see what I am
I pushed her away when she asked me out
But I shouted, cried and wept bitterly
When the one I loved went for another man
While driving a car, I saw a begger
She asked me for money for her good
I shouted and sweared at her
In the meetings I talk about helping poor
Never did anything for them personally
Here I am dead sure
I am the one who provokes women rights
Every women should have them
Other than my sister, daughter, mother and wife
Peace, peace, peace and peace
That's what I say I always preach
But my own house resembles war ground everyday
Leg-pulling is what I do even with those,
Whom I call my very dear friends
Listen up friends! This is my profession
I like it when I am busy
Everything is then so different
From when I wake up and see
Realize what really I am!
I am a politician
A f****** b******!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Well, I imagined myself as a Pakistani politician (believe me they are artists in deceiving people) and that's what came into my mind.God forbid my crappy mood.
It is a famous Urdu proverb about siasatdan (Politicians)
Jab paida hoa siasatdan to shaytan ne kaha
Lo aaj mein bjhi sahab'e oolad ho gaya.
It means that when the politician was born, devil said that he had become a father.
Last edited by Pensive; 11-18-2006 at 01:32 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Well, I imagined myself as a Pakistani politician (believe me they are artists in deceiving people) and that's what came into my mind.
It is a famous Urdu proverb about siasatdan (Politicians)
Jab paida hoa siasatdan to shaytan ne kaha
Lo aaj mein bjhi sahab'e oolad ho gaya.
It means that when the politician was born, devil said that he had become a father.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
I will have to agree here. Politics is a dirty game, whether played in Arctic region, or in Pakistan.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Interesting image and interesting idea Pensive! I may write something to this one....we will see. Atist's love picture/mirror frames and they all do self portraits....hummm......
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i posted a poem and it didn't display!!!!! and i didn't save it either!!!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
OK here we go
Silver drop falls start to end,
Tracing ribbons bow and bend,
Top to bottom creeping down,
Seek the sea wherein to drown,
Pass ra shi da forth and back,
Right on left the glassy track,
What is real and what is not,
Regard brahman deep in thought,
Were I he and were he me,
Where in us would conscious be,
Is it whimsy, life, or dream,
Sun, and moon, or cosmic gleam,
Passing on, then return,
Fuel for corporeal eternal churn,
Contemplate those eyes staring at you, staring at you, staring at you
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
"Were I he and were he me,
Where in us would conscious be,
Is it whimsy, life, or dream,
Sun, and moon, or cosmic gleam"
I especially like this part - Orionsbelt. You must be the first contestant. Good job!
Poor Mir seems to have lost his poem and did not save it - that is sadSo sorry.....
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