Thank You Janine. I'd say I was the second since Mir's has taken flight over the net to land in some far off place. I missed the last round. The whole real life thing getting in the way. Anyway looking forward to see what others have to offer including Janine.
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
Hi, could you tell me what is the difference between the post reply on the left and the quick reply on the right? Or is it the same?
I think now I'm responding to the entire thread, the other icon for reply must be for replying to a single message, isn't it?
Thank you
Laura
Hello again.
Hi Laura!The post reply on the left, you use if you want to use the other thingies like the bold or the italics and smilies. The quick reply, is, most definitely quicker, this is the one I use. It doesn't matter which one you use, it still counts as a reply. did I explain that well?
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Hi Laura, if you do the "Go Advanced" you can first view your post as it will appear; that way you can edit it first or correct typos or spelling mistakes or grammar, etc. I use that one, from now on, unless I am just posting a few lines. There is a full tool bar on that and you can underline, make bold, etc. your text....and add smilies if you choose to. It is more fun!
okee, can't resist. here is a NEW poem.
Silvered glass, what does it show?
By now i should really know!
Staring in, what do i see
As myself stares back at me?
Bright-black eyes and button nose
Silky hair which grows and grows
Four long limbs, one head, two ears
Charcoal body, two white tears.
Every surface bears short fur,
Whiskers sprout from pink mouth's purr
Skinny tail, paws padding nearer -
Come on, cat, get off the mirror!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
Cool Mir using a cat. I love cats. Don't think Janine will be making a poem this month. Things got so busy (in real life) all of a sudden. Cleaning and decorating is beaconing me. If we had till about January I might settle down and think of something brilliant...we will see. It might come to me while I am drudging along with the hated tasks of cleaning and dragging decorations out. Can I say (?) - I liked you poem. Hope it won't influence the judging. I just wanted to stop by to see what has been happening on here lately. You guys all write terrific stuff!
Considering it being made on the last minute we wrote it out of the blue, with no plans or anything. But here it is. "Kiigele!" is a phrase meaning "to the swing!"in Estonian. Often used in older swinging folksongs as a one-word refraine.
Swing
Up and down
Before and after. (Kiigele!)
Up and down
Before and after. (Kiigele!)
Me and Us
I and We. (Kiigele!)
Verve is building high
from one side to another. (Kiigele!)
Before and after
Past-future-now. (Kiigele!)
Town before us
delicate little alleyways full of possibilities(Kiigele!)
Intellect and wit. Friends.
Culture. (Kiige-)
Me? Us. (-le!)
Marsh behind me
its bogs crying for the words and wisemen (Kiigele!)
and mittens with old patterns that ward off evil but what nobody can read anymore
besides the cranes but they fly off with aurora boreolis (Kiigele!)
to the land of Toonela, to visit the dead
and those unborn yet (Kiigele!)
Blood. (Kiige-
Us. Me? (-le!)
Town before us
little cafes, bookstores (Kiigele!)
Kafka and Rachmaninov
Coffee. Would you agree? No? (Kiigele?)
Very well then. Meet again at six o'clock tomorrow, shall We?
Shall I? (Kiigele!)
Crows and cyberpunk and midtown.
Punk. Hippies. Bohemianism. Postmodernism. (Kiigele!)
Till this evening is this morning life is fine.
Unless the Evening fails. God bless Spengler. (Kiigele!)
Culture. (Kiige-)
Me. Us. (-le!)
Marsh behind us
Polaris reflecting from the midnight bogs (Kiigele!)
Moss makes plasters to bind wounds and mouth
but also intellect? Will it free us of that? Will it free us of me? (Kiigele!)
Stones and trees are forgetting their songs
in the walls of the supermarkets. In the pages of books. (Kiigele!)
How old am I really?
How old are we really? (Kiigele!)
Blood. (Kiige-
Me. Us. (-le!)
Where can you find a smith strong enough to hammer together
the past and the future? Culture and land? Me and us? (Kiigele!)
With sheepswool and Internet bound together
into one thick yarn (Kiigele!)
both light and dark. Both day and night
and ink and paper (Kiigele!)
To bind together the two sides of the coin
into myself (Kiigele!)
by an old crone in the end of the world
who watches over the fate of humans (Kiigele!)
and also the movie adaptation of Agatha Christie novels
Her spinning wheel turns with the speed of light and thought. (Kiigele!)
Could it be?
Should it be?(Kiigele!)
Swing goes faster and higher
until I fly so high (Kiigele!)
that I make a circle
of past and future (Kiigele!)
there are no contradictions left.
And one equals many.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Of course the name at the bottom of this villanelle is me!
Carpe Diem
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings,
And I rub my eyes and groan and grumble;
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
He goes downstairs, and starts to sing,
While, wondering if I actually got any sleep for my clothes I fumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!
He plays cat’s cradle with a piece of string—
While I have my coffee—black and strong! A double!
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!
I rub my eyes, and stretch, yawn and stumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!
Sighing inside, I try my best to keep up with his youthful springs,
Mouth ever ready to shout: “Keep out of trouble!”
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
Ah, wretched time! What a curse the passing years bring!
Now my son is the one watching a little son blow bubbles.
But I remember how He woke me up before the alarm clock rang!
And shouted, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
© 1996 D. L. Harris
Last edited by Pendragon; 12-05-2006 at 09:56 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
These are amazing poems, Pendragon and Taliesin!
Got the mystery behind "we."And one equals many.
I (we?) better should start calling myself (ourselves?) "we"? Because I (we?) equal many.
This is an interesting idea man!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
As requested the deadline has been extended to Dec 18th. so the rest of you scribblers get busy! great stuff so far.
"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."
Wow! Toni can still legally join! She'll be elatedly relieved. With all the books to read (she's bought 3 more while 3 books are still lined up on the shelf, waiting to be read), newspapers to flip, School and this forum, she hardly has time to make an entry for this contest. But she'll be able to now....Thanks Reisa!
*Shouts* "Toooooooooooooooonnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiii, gueeeeeeeessss whaaatttt???!!!!!"
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Originally Posted by blondeatheart
OK, so it's not rlly a contest, there's no prize, it's just a bit of fun.
Here's how it goes: someone posts a picture and everyone who wants to has at least a week to write a poem based on/inspired by that picture. After that, the person who originally posted the picture decides who's poem they like best, and that person posts the next picture and so on.
After at least ten poems have been submitted, the 'judging' begins. The final choice must be explained.
note: We should probably move this into the Games section at some point.
Anyway,
I'll start:
Every road has en end, but my end isn't going to begin.
Without my beginnig, I won't have to worry about ending and losing you for ever. Without the chance of losing you, I won't have to cry. And without the tears in my eyes, I won't have to be afraid of not seeing you there at the end, where it all began.
Snowflake
If you can be like Clark Kent and read my mind right now, "THIS IS SO DARN GOOD" can be deciphered. And add to the fact that the last words in each line rhymes! I love rhyming!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
Good job, Orion!
But ofcourse I can't resist my Uncle's villanelle. As usual, it's no surprise you made me smile again, Uncle Pen. Villanelles are hard to make!
Haha Pense, I can't even get myself to write those asterisks in place of the actual word. It's too horrid for me. But you are brave enough!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.
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******!
In politics, there is no good. There's only worse or worst.
Man, this contest is tight.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
I'm lost. No idea where I am. Just wondering around. Hoping I find my way. But if I don't. It's not the end of the world. Just of me finding out what I really knew in the first place. Nothing.
Snowflake
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