Poetry thread

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SLIPPERY.....Carl Sandburg

 

 

The six month child

fresh from the tub

Wriggles in our hands.

This is our fish child.

Give her a nickname: Slippery.

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Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start.

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

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Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start.

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

 

waving goodbye as I stand

with heart held inside my hand

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Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start.

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

 

waving goodbye as I stand

with heart held inside my hand

 

There my heart wailed its constant misery

My eyes culled within its thorny history

That scribed of travels torn and weary

I am the Dutchman so cold and dreary

Scorned by thee

By Sirens sweetened melody

[Guest [Si...]]

Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start.

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

 

waving goodbye as I stand

with heart held inside my hand

 

There my heart wailed its constant misery

My eyes culled within its thorny history

That scribed of travels torn and weary

I am the Dutchman so cold and dreary

Scorned by thee

By Sirens sweetened melody

Now she is gone forever, never to return

The passion and fire ignited within me

by her haunting touch

shall never cool, but forever burn.

The waters all swirling, and the bridges burning.

Here is a piece of the puzzle, and now she's living and learning.

What is her name?

I forgot!

What a shame.

[[Ni...]]

 

Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start. smiley

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

 

waving goodbye as I stand

with heart held inside my hand

 

There my heart wailed its constant misery

My eyes culled within its thorny history

That scribed of travels torn and weary

I am the Dutchman so cold and dreary

Scorned by thee

By Sirens sweetened melody

 

Now she is gone forever, never to return

The passion and fire ignited within me

by her haunting touch

shall never cool, but forever burn.

 

The waters all swirling, and the bridges burning.

Here is a piece of the puzzle, and now she's living and learning.

What is her name?

I forgot!

What a shame.

 

 

And what for to blame?

'Tis the churning, twisting, turning,

within the subaqueous azure blue,

My eyes chanced upon the clue,

[[Ni...]]

*I hope I didn't mess that up, I forgot how to add on quotes, can someone fix please?*

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Ok Sigma, lol, I'll start. smiley

 

 

Foaming waves of green,

 

Through the mist I did glean,

 

The outline of a tall ship,

 

heading out to sea.

 

waving goodbye as I stand

with heart held inside my hand

 

There my heart wailed its constant misery

My eyes culled within its thorny history

That scribed of travels torn and weary

I am the Dutchman so cold and dreary

Scorned by thee

By Sirens sweetened melody

 

Now she is gone forever, never to return

The passion and fire ignited within me

by her haunting touch

shall never cool, but forever burn.

 

The waters all swirling, and the bridges burning.

Here is a piece of the puzzle, and now she's living and learning.

What is her name?

I forgot!

What a shame.

 

 

And what for to blame?

'Tis the churning, twisting, turning,

within the subaqueous azure blue,

My eyes chanced upon the clue,

 

The clue was hidden in my head.

It was all but a dream. When I awoke

there she was, lying in my bed

her beautiful face,

framed with her raven black hair,

a picture of beauy and grace.

 

 

.

 

 

It was your good idea, Default, If it's ok with you,  we can end it here and begin a new one.  This was sort of a trial run. I thought it turned out pretty good.

 

pj

 

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Hey pj, you start the next one

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Hey pj, you start the next one

 

The hills were ablaze with colors of

orange and yellow, blue and red.

Down to the green valley below, by

my faithful dog Scotty, I was led.

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Hey pj, you start the next one

 

The hills were ablaze with colors of

orange and yellow, blue and red.

Down to the green valley below, by

my faithful dog Scotty, I was led.

 

He sniffed around the grassy knoll

That faithful dog Scotty, whom I had bred

He stopped...bared teeth that gleam so white

And there he lunged 'neath the age-old shed

The fox bolted across golden straw meadow

Reddish-brown fur clumped...from where he bled

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Dirge

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

 

Knows he who tills this lonely field

To reap its scanty corn,

What mystic fruit his acres yield

At midnight and at morn?

 

In the long sunny afternoon,

The plain was full of ghosts,

I wandered up, I wandered down,

Beset by pensive hosts.

 

The winding Concord gleamed below,

Pouring as wide a flood

As when my brothers long ago,

Came with me to the wood.

 

But they are gone,- the holy ones,

Who trod with me this lonely vale,

The strong, star-bright companions

Are silent, low, and pale.

 

My good, my noble, in their prime,

Who made this world the feast it was,

Who learned with me the lore of time,

Who loved this dwelling-place.

 

They took this valley for their toy,

They played with it in every mood,

A cell for prayer, a hall for joy,

They treated nature as they would.

 

They colored the horizon round,

Stars flamed and faded as they bade,

All echoes hearkened for their sound,

They made the woodlands glad or mad.

 

I touch this flower of silken leaf

Which once our childhood knew

Its soft leaves wound me with a grief

Whose balsam never grew.

 

Hearken to yon pine warbler

Singing aloft in the tree;

Hearest thou, O traveller!

What he singeth to me?

Not unless God made sharp thine ear

With sorrow such as mine,

Out of that delicate lay couldst thou

The heavy dirge divine.

 

Go, lonely man, it saith,

They loved thee from their birth,

Their hands were pure, and pure their faith,

There are no such hearts on earth.

 

Ye drew one mother's milk,

One chamber held ye all;

A very tender history

Did in your childhood fall.

 

Ye cannot unlock your heart,

The key is gone with them;

The silent organ loudest chants

The master's requiem.

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Hey pj, you start the next one

 

The hills were ablaze with colors of

orange and yellow, blue and red.

Down to the green valley below, by

my faithful dog Scotty, I was led.

 

 

 

He sniffed around the grassy knoll

That faithful dog Scotty, whom I had bred

He stopped...bared teeth that gleam so white

And there he lunged 'neath the age-old shed

The fox bolted across golden straw meadow

Reddish-brown fur clumped...from where he bled

 

 

Scotty, my old friend, are you hurt bad?

You Chased away that thieving red fox, you showed no fear.

My brave and faithful Scotty, are you hurt bad?

Come close to me, I want to keep you near.

Scotty, Put your tired head upon my lap.

I will not leave you. Rest now, and have your nap.

 

                                                                                        anyone want to add to it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Loved how the last one turned out! Its fun doing this because you never know where the poem is going to go, and how's going to take it where..Having some trouble adding to this one, so I'll let someone else and try again on the next one lol

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Dream now little Scotty, my friend

Of all the green meadows you have run,

Of fantastic chases, what glorius fun

Memories of you will never end.

 

You are free.....Run Scotty.....Run.

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Dream now little Scotty, my friend

Of all the green meadows you have run,

Of fantastic chases, what glorius fun

Memories of you will never end.

 

You are free.....Run Scotty.....Run.

 

Sunny, that's beautiful. Would you like to start a poem sometime?

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Sunny, I agree with pj, you ended that one quite nicely.

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Love the Scotty Poems. I had a pup who was my BFF 10 yrs to the end. Miss her. Hope she is running with Scotty......her tounge hanging in the wind.

 

ButterflyEffect

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  Wooden Gun Soldier   

 

Little boy playing soldier

with your rubber knife

and your wooden gun.

You know not of war and hatred,

enemies you have none.

 

So play your game of soldier,

play while it is still fun.

For all to soon you will be a man,

and whether you think it is wrong

 

or whether you think it is right..

You will be sent to a far- off land

where you will learn how to hate,

where you will learn how to fight.

 

Your rubber knife will be of shiny metal,

your wooden gun of cold grey steel.

Once again you will be playing your

your game of soldier. Playing it for real.

 

 

                                  by pj

 

 

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pj.......Wooden Gun Soldier, really touches my heart.  Very, very good. 

 

You may want to change the ending of the Scotty poem.  You may not have wanted him to die. I feel like that I killed him.     So silly of me.

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pj.......Wooden Gun Soldier, really touches my heart.  Very, very good. 

 

You may want to change the ending of the Scotty poem.  You may not have wanted him to die. I feel like that I killed him.     So silly of me.

 

Thanks, Sunny

 

No, no, I loved the ending, Sunny. It's the way I wanted it to end. You  are very perceptive.

[Guest [Si...]]

Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

To the River

 

      Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow

        Of crystal, wandering water,

      Thou art an emblem of the glow

          Of beauty- the unhidden heart-

          The playful maziness of art

      In old Alberto's daughter;

 

      But when within thy wave she looks-

        Which glistens then, and trembles-

      Why, then, the prettiest of brooks

        Her worshipper resembles;

      For in his heart, as in thy stream,

        Her image deeply lies-

      His heart which trembles at the beam

        Of her soul-searching eyes.

 

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Visited one of Poe's Childhood homes before..near a river..guess which one....challenge SIG!

 

ButterflyEffect

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 Berry Picking

 

I was only fifteen                                                                                        

lanky, awkward and shy

She was a little older,  

 with eyes, bluer than the sky

 

We moved lazily down

  the strawberry covered rows

         the straw,

   tickling our toes

 

We looked at each other

    a time or two

      She smiled at me,

 now, what do I do?

 

She leaned over

   and kissed me on the cheek

I kissed her, too-

    my heart raced, my knees

went weak

 

She slapped my face

  in a teasing sort of way

I got redder than a strawberry

 and didn't know what to say

   

She smiled at me once again

     Now, I really was confused

why did she do that?

 My heart fell to my shoes

 

I was only fifteen

 She made me sort of crazy

in my head

    Next time I will pick raspberries

instead

 

 

pj    

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

 

                                                                                         

 

 

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Runaway - travuz AD2011

 

So I ran away

How far I do not know

There is a Devil chasing me

What else was there to do

It's demon eyes shone so bright

A fiery blaring red

I was so certain

I was so sure

That soon I would be dead

 

Not to far away

Was an antiquated church

I ran upon decrepit stairs

To save my holy soul

But when I neared

And looked inside

I broke into a wail

For there inside

In one's and two's

Kneeled those silly fools

 

Just like me

They gave away

Everything and hope

I could not think

And so I scrambled

To find a place to hide

But where to go

Who to find

To save my mortal soul

 

The Devil laughed

He soon professed

I would not get away

My soul to take

Was but a game

To see how far I go

Should I scream

Would I give up

He did not care to know

Yet be aware

Be assured

My soul was his to keep

 

I could not flee forever more

And on the ground I fell

The tears rolled down

A prayer I breathed

And closed my eyes to sleep

He soon caught up

The Devil did

Without a single sweat

And there he stood

Awaiting me

To take his evil hand

 

The fear was there

Then it went

To where I do not know

I felt a hand

A treasured warmth

And turned around to look

For there above

An Angel stood

With a golden smile

He picked me up

He wiped my tears

And gave me back my hope