~*~ The Poet`s Cafe ~*~

[WildWildWindWhisperer]

Within the trendy downtown core rests a busy lil spot of a place. A place where the artist- poetic-creative spirit is afloat in all it`s glory. The glitter of the city lights, sounds from the busy nightclubs, and the roar of the streets exist surrounds this magnificent abode.

The building itself is ancient and belonging to an historic past, but the modern twists build within it makes it such a pleasantry, that the design erupts to bring the classic to modern life. The fine brick walls, swiping marble columns, the deep dark mahogany woods, and the brass that grip every portion that it may. The ornate wood work is something that inspires, and the hand carved, stained glass, windows are eyes to you’re very soul.

Stepping inside you are greeted by a hostess that is warmly smiling, and welcoming you to a night grander than all others. You stroll forth taking note of the grandeur of this fine establishment. The delicate wood work, the brass fixtures, the crystalline chandeliers, the quaint cherry wood tables, the long massive winding bar, the lovely Baby Grand piano, and the curtained stage. A stage with a well polished floor, a microphone, and dimly lit over head lights.
Closing your eyes to all you see comes as intoxicating. The scents of fine foods waft in the air, and the coffees leave a soul dreaming of the possibilities of being tempt into trying every one of them.
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~*~ Guidelines ~*~

Please, introduce yourself
Introduce your poem of preference.
Center all poetry.
Color it ever so pretty with a pleasant shade of the rainbow.
Roleplay this event. Describe the action as if you are actually in the lovely Poet`s Café.
Roleplay everything. Your entrance, ‘In Betweens’ and your exit.
Have the poem seem separate.
Be polite, and respectful.
A sample is provided below.

 

[WildWildWindWhisperer]

Stepping upon the lovely polished wooden stage, WindWhisperer demands a deep breath of inhaling. Nervous tensions always fill her boned prior to any public event. Many a day she write her lil poetic verse, knowing they be a something simplistically her`s but now she had been asked to share the personal scribbles., Standing ever so quiet within a wish to be elsewhere, WindWhisperer clarifies, within her mind. ‘Greatness comes to those who reach for it'.

This brings a sigh of ’Who wants to be publically great’.
Next comes a weak nervous smile and thoughts of ‘Listen gal get your butt up there and just do it.’ ”Just do it”, like the Nike commercial states.

Staring intently at the microphone, more fear rages in her being. She demands calm from and of herself. With thoughts of ’ If you suck then duck, but you must try!” That brings out a raising of an eyebrow, since it’s quite amusing.

Then moving forward, she stands in the presence of the audience and slightly behind the glistening microphone that is awaiting the verse of the poetic. She smiles and anticipates the hush to fill the space. She knows its coming. Then as it arrives in a slow billow to settle and to linger within the delightfully scent café she smiles.

Next WindWhisperer gathers her inner courage to sweetly voice “ Hello, and welcome to the most extraordinary lil spot this side of paradise. This very evening many a poet shall be sharing a selection of what their soul`s humbly hold.We hope you are enjoying your stay and the company of those here. “
Adjusting a bit and warmly, supplying another, smile she begins with “ Onward we now wander into a lil selection of mine”


Seizing The Pain
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I sat while a tear plunged upon my cheek
This was shed as a single pain
This solitary tear streamed slowly down
It flowed to follow the others of moments ago


Quietly I sat feeling it fall over my face
In an instance your hand graciously encompassed it
In that sudden moment we shared all there could be
You lingered looking into my eyes embracing the tear


My tear sank into your palm as you perceived it
Your eyes beamed of understanding
Unexpectedly I found a secret that we now share
A secret shone of my pain wasn't so substantial when shared



.............WindWhisperer ( August 2005)


With the last word slipping from these lips my glance softly slips from the audience to gaze upon the floor. I breath in deeply and turn to walk the length of the stage. No applause required, nor recognition needed, but sure could use a tall cold iced tea.