Congrats Taliesin, I wasn't sure how to pronounce "Kiigele" so my brain kept saying "ching!" Yes I'll have to get it fixed one day but right now I just listen to it with quiet amazement. I looked up Estonian mythology to find Toonela. Now I'm curious about the whole genera. Looking forward to the next picture.
Thanks all for your very kind comments.
For those to whom it has meaning; Have a great holiday season. For the others: Have a great holiday season.
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
My mind would probably say "Kringle" like in Kris Kringle.Originally Posted by Orionsbelt
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Oh us.
Thanks, Riesa, for choosing our poem.
It seemed like a tough competition looking at the other competing poems, but well, it is now up to us to post the next picture, it seems.
The deadline? We think that everybody will be busy around the christmas and new year so perhaps 7th January 2007?
Last edited by Taliesin; 12-22-2006 at 04:42 PM.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Moon
Dark suns of fiery grace
Parade the sunshine of lost souls
Who dares the shrapnel of the heart?
What thought drives men to love
Darkened spires of desire, tipped with poison
The jagged shaft of deaths arrow
Speeding onward, driving we to act
In desperation before days moon ends
Lack of light skies in our minds
As thoughts travel onward… past… present
Life’s love of action drives men to fly
Pushes women to deaths edge
So all can say they have gone
Oh I'll try, but it never seems to come together in two weeks.
Very interesting photo Tal.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Speared Sky
In paths of darkness
Walk the worker
Only ever
Looking down;
Though the sun
Fell ever slowly
To its end,
He looked not round.
What meaning
Are worlds given
When each tenant
Never sees them
Trapped inside
Their own dimension
With wireless
To disease them?
If the sun,
The moon, the stars,
Should quietly
Implode
Wishing only
To be noticed
For their work -
A heavy load! -
No cell phone
Would ring a query,
No email
Comment
On how dark
It seems these days
Or where the
Rainbows went.
For no one
Looks anymore
Or has a care.
These mumbles -
As skies fall down
Upon our heads,
We watch our feet
For stumbles.
Last edited by mir; 12-22-2006 at 10:43 PM.
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
meep . . . my interpretation, anyways . . . it's a cool picture.
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
A ToyOh us.
Thanks, Riesa, for choosing our poem.
It seemed like a tough competition looking at the other competing poems, but well, it is now up to us to post the next picture, it seems.
The deadline? We think that everybody will be busy around the christmas and new year so perhaps 7th January 2007?
The immensely dark clouds are over him
Night has fallen on everything;
To him everything looks very dim
He can't guess what's happening around
Whoever is playing with him, he can't merely think
From a human being, he is made a machine
Who can't sing, who in front of his controllers, can't even blink
Holding his briefcase, he is ready for the bomb blast
Ah this terrorism, wasting and killing lots
Just the battle of race and sexes
It has already killed enough with its cruel shots
Out of his mind
He works and works
Keep on doing his dirty work
In the alley, the little girl shrieks
"Beware of the evil that lurks!"
A very dark night
Full of silent horror
Evil again regaining power
Using him as a tool
Making him a fool
Controlling him
His mind, his soul
His doings and his fate
Developing his personality
Into what everyone would hate
Treating him like a toy
After it, they will destroy
Destroy the world
Destroy the very him
After all he is just a toy they are playing with
A doll being used as an actor in this drama of world
These gods
His creators
Have no pity
They try to be witty
But killing people
And creating a DEVIL
I think is really ****ty
I just wrote this poem down. I am looking forward to read other poems!And can't wait for the result. What a pity, 7th January is so far far away.
Oh well, time passes quickly.
Good poems, mir and Triskele!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I FINISHED MY POEM FOR THE CONTEST! YAAAAY!!!
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
The Stork's Nest: Changes
High above precariously perched atop the highest chimney,
The bundle of sticks seems to be a monstrous thing;
Down below, all the lights are on, and people are so busy—
A young man ducks to one side as he hears his cell phone ring.
Progress has came, and with it taken many of the legends we once heard,
The television set replaced the books and nursery rhymes.
In that nest of sticks up there, there lives a very special bird—
Who would have never gone unnoticed in those slower times.
Now the story that she brought humans their babies is only fairytale,
Told by parents too embarrassed to try to explain the truer word.
But when she built her nest upon the housetop, o’re the eves it’s shadow fell—
And everyone rejoiced with gladness, for it was a good-luck bird!
Time does more than change a village into busy cities that never are still:
It steals from us things that we should treasure while we have them with us still…
Pendragon
One good picture yields so many great interpretations! Great poems everyone!
Last edited by Pendragon; 12-23-2006 at 10:05 AM. Reason: Spelling! Will I ever learn?
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...
very... interesting Pen, i like it, kinda provoke thought, it really does kinda sneak up on you, i read it through once, then again before it hit me, very very thought provoking, still kinda thinkin about it, thanks
Well here we go. I'm not sure if it egg nog in the noggin or cookies in the can but I'm having trouble getting into this one. Here is what struck me first. I may re-visit this one.
Dooooooooooooooooooooo, Dooooooooooooooo, click, Joe?
Yeah! George. Look, I need you to know.
Later, can we meet?
There are unspoken things that I need to say.
Face to face seems the best way.
Sure George. Say four. Starbucks OK?
We can meet at the office and walk a short way.
Plan for a treat!
They have in the window a white icing truff,
Expresso, Frappuccino, and the regular stuff.
Ahhhh, great! Don’t worry. Forgive my tone.
Some years I have carried a secret alone.
It’s good, a warm place to eat.
The weight this burden I do want to end.
Joe as always you are a good friend
Say George can you give a glimmer or hint?
I’m not a fast talker, my thoughts do not sprint.
Simple, and sweet.
As a friend I have moved to some concern.
What ails my companion, I would like to learn.
The trouble grows larger each passing day.
It’s not easy to keep things from you in this way.
Please wait to meet.
Like a dark cloud in the air it presses on me.
Some sun in the sky I am longing to see.
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
OK, here's my attempt:
The roots of heaven descend in a balled up mass,
And below in the dingy light
The message is lost in a bad connection,
The coming unseen in the night,
The eyes below fixed on streets below as they pass.
Tall spires reach out toward heaven to touch the gray
Some end in the sign of the cross
Some finish in an offering of smog incense
And all blink with a pulse of loss
As red lights keep things that fly in the dark at bay.
With his hearing trained on the faint voice in the phone,
The young man misses the sharp scream
That emerges from the alleyway behind him
And he walks, wrapped in his own dream,
With all the others, through a nightmare, toward home.
Passing through the maze of streets, at last they also pass
(They hope) to heaven and to bliss.
But those creatures below, How can they blame God’s sins?
How can they hope for grace when this
Is the earth the roots of heaven grow in?
"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
An additional request for any mods that might be viewing. Is there any way this thread could be made a sticky? It's obviously a very popular thread, but because it sometimes takes a few days between people posting contest entries, and because so many other threads are started in this section of the forum to showcase peoples' works, it often gets bumped down to places where it's a tad hard to find.
"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
Second the motion!
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...
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