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 Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:45 pm
I'm not sure if this has ever been done before on Gaia, so please excuse me if this will sound cliche'. This was an idea I got today. In our guild we will be keeping a poetry book (or thread). Every time you feel like expressing yourself a little more other than through RPing just jot down a poem, may it be simple or complex, and post it here. Maybe you'd like people to see some of your work. Perhaps you're feeling depressed and you want your work to express yourself. Who knows maybe you're just really angry or upset at something and want to vent some rage. This is the place to do it, and hey you get to earn gold once you're, right?. Anything and everything can be posted here, unless its used intentionally to hurt one of your fellow guild member's feelings, or discriminate against anyone. And remember poems don't always have to rhyme. So go on type what you think and post what you feel. It Finally Begins!
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:22 pm
Poem
Stanza is my body
While rhythym is my soul
The rhymes makes me interesting
But the meaning keeps me whole
I am your voice
When prose seems to fail
I keep you at ease
When others wish to yell
I am closer than you think
I come from within
Though you may not believe it
I'm freed through the pen
P is for my palette
Of colorful imagination
O is for my oddness
For I am no duplication
E is for extraordinary
Can't you see I am like no other?
And M is for Melodic
For I sing your heart forever
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 12:01 am
Slither left and right
Fat mice rest beyond young thorns
Pain is of no worth
((A simple Haiku inspired a bit from the fable The Fox and the Grapes I wonder if anyone can see why I'd relate such a thing with this poem. Guess you'd have to picture and figure out the haiku first blaugh ))
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 1:07 am
chicken4589: Baby gurl.. chicken4589: at night alone in the darkness of my room I could feel her, hear her Crawling and jumping from one place to another her paws not making more noise than what she landed on her weight shifting the beds position her curling up beside me, purring loudly to see her eyes reflect in the moonlight always letting me know she was there for me.. to protect me.. to love me now never to know that again the retched fire of hell took her from me stole the breath from her lungs the gleam from her stary eyes the sheen from her glistening fur and too is slowly washing the memeories away like the rock, time slowly beats away with the ocean In loving Memory of my Cat, Baby Gurl.          May her soul rest in peace with Winnie (Chihuahua) and Tick (Min Pin) since the fire on 2-7-06 took her love away from me.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:58 pm
can we post poems that mean something to us but we didn't write cuz if so...I have a few...
Barbie Doll
by Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE ovens and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intellegent,
posessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose and thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exersize, diet, smile, and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consumation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
that's all I can find right now...sorry... sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 2:42 am
Center of Twilight
Endless black shadows
a blanket of glistening stars
wind playing in the trees
dancing ints invisable fingers through fields
laying here with you
listening to natures band
of crickets chirping
frogs croaking
watching the blackness fade
sun's rays casting light upon the earth
turning my blanket of stars to an ocean of color
changing my peaceful calm to an eerie silence
standing under golden hues
and rainbows of blue
the center of twilight
time stands still
I feel your arms around me
a silent promise of two lovers
a kiss, three words
and the sun rises higher
time moves again
and the perfect moment passes
but forever will hold
the silent promises made
between us two at
the center of twilight. I posted this poem that I actually just wrote... It's title is inspired by a story I read, but the poem is about my fience. I love him very much, and I make sure he always knows it, and he does the same for me.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 8:00 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 8:06 pm
As long as it's your OWN work and NOT someone elses... GO FOR IT... Poetry by others are ok... but I would LOVE to see original songs.. that way.. if I go for american idol.. I can be like MY FRIEND WROTE THIS BAM! Lol!!!! jk
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:31 pm
you better believe I composed this! Black & White
Black and White,
and Good and Evil,
And everything that’s ever been,
Right and Wrong,
And so screwed up,
You’d think we’d all have thought,
Of Black and White,
and Good and Evil,
But not everything,
Can be sorted up,
And carried off,
Because it’s not all,
Black and White,
and Good and Evil,
One and the same
Yet utterly diff’rent,
They are One
They are everything,
They are none
They always have,
They always will,
No one can stop it,
Why try?
Black and White
Good and Evil
You cannot change,
you cannot fix,
you shouldn’t try,
because it’s hopeless,
it’s...
Black and White
Good and Evil
And Right and Wrong
And all the in between,
why is it wrong?
Why can’t we fix it?
We weren’t meant
To find the new way there
It won’t work
But when’ve we ever turned,
From the fight?
From the Battle?
From the victories,
That we have wrought before,
Why start now?
And I ask you only this,
if you’d choose,
would you be..
Black or White?
Or Good or o Evil?
And when would you,
come to us again?
Black or white,
Good and Evil,
Right and wrong...
And all that lies therein!
We were wrong
In spreading them apart
They are one
And never changed before
Why sort?
Why change?
Why Fix?
What was wrong?
With What we had to start?
It was fine
But take your separate path’s
You will see
That they will change again
They are Black and White
Good and Evil
Why separate,
that which was together?
It was one
We took it for our own,
And we took it apart,
we broke it up,
it’s gone
We were fine...
We were fine...
We-Were-Fine
But when you took your turn
You took it apart,
broke it up,
you have tried...
Black and White
Good and Evil
Right and Wrong
Who tells the difference?
They are one
They are one
They are one
They-are-one
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 11:58 pm
OOOO you should post a video of you singing it!!! *grins*
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:59 am
wrong, I should pay my brother's band to sing/play it for me!
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:43 am
No no... You should!!!! Lol. If your brother's band sings it I will cry cause it won't be you singing it biggrin
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 1:09 pm
but I can't sing to save my life... (go to youtube, type in meet ross, it's the top one...that's my bro, but I wasn't there when they filmed...)
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