| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:12:42 AM | wonderful writes everyone. I enjoyed reading them all.
welcome Just_ Serendipity.... I hope to see you here again. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/18/2008 11:00:29 AM |
welcome Just_ Serendipity.... I hope to see you here again.
Thank you NaiveAndWitty for your welcome
If you have a moment to spare I would appreciate your help
Being an amateur I would appreciate it if you could explain abstract poetry to me.
I believe it is better oral rather than written, for the sound rather than the verse. In the way that my second piece reads rather than my first. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:19:42 PM | I looked around the web and came up with this…
“Poetry that aims to use its sounds, textures, rhythms, and rhymes to convey an emotion, instead of relying on the meanings of words.”
(http://www.answers.com/topic/abstract-poetry)
I think this best describes it. i hope it helps out. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:49:37 PM | her rippling abdominals
admonish me
but i am still enthralled
beyond resist
ascended kisses
quivering
belie
my
suppled skin agenda | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/19/2008 2:55:49 PM |
“Poetry that aims to use its sounds, textures, rhythms, and rhymes to convey an emotion, instead of relying on the meanings of words.”
(http://www.answers.com/topic/abstract-poetry)
Thank you for your help naiveandwitty you input is very much appreciated
it sounds as though it is much as I thought.
I will definitely be trying my hand at some of this type of poetry. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 5:01:32 AM | from the piercing arrow without protection...written in blood...
Its over now’
How did you know that
Mama it was written in my heart
You swore to trust myself first
Now my dear let’s swing on ponytails
Now wonder all men are jealous
We’re not born copper
But they see a shine
Called Gold
We’re no fool to recognize
The equilateral shape named
Rhombus
Twist and turn those braids
Chip away me darling lad
It’s your fools’ gold
Diamonds remain
I’ll braid another way
And listen to my mama
Cause mama senses daughter
Together we are tied no matter
…all in the game of the play
it's called hiss
nighty four
plus sum more
no agenda
no quagmire
the heart is the most vulnerable
NO flame has extinguished this
Delicate structure
For I live with innocents
This animal protects all
Humans
costs are ignored
SURVIVAL is the instinct
Children are fragile
When did I become an adult
Someone give me my age?  | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/30/2008 11:04:04 AM | ^^^ i was captured. thus, instead of writing something, i just reread and did more of the same.
truly artistic.
i thank you. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 10:59:03 PM | leapt and the leap let
this heart out of a
bag the size of Kentucky
held like horses tucking
bucking legs into patience
behind the door now
open blue sky open stretched
palm wide spread and haughty
horses sweaty from waiting
leaping and having leapt
slung legs past lines long
broken like backs for saddles
like dishes against the hearth
where stew warmed bones by
the fire leaping tongues up
wood brick chimneys
up houses holding horses
hold your horses
take your time
still stand still
wait for the races
wait for the time
i think this is abstract rhyme. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/3/2008 11:08:06 PM | I choked
I was asked to read.
I usually outshine divinity.
But I was nervous…
She was present…
The cause of my humility.
I feigned ignorance…
‘how do you pronounce this word.’
Her wink lost its confidence! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/3/2008 11:09:16 PM | Emotions
I could shed a tear
For god.
... And they ask why?
Because I’ve trekked with god…
... Homeless…
Reciting mantras of diamonds…
Tripping into the face of god.
How do I forsake this?
Even science is deficient.
Is it not a religion?
I’m a man shaking wit
Cain… knowing that I have
Conversed wit god.
How do I forsake this?
I’ve headed to Damascus…
Blinded… but full of light…
How do I cry this away!
No longer confused,
I know god…
And David has dedicated a
Psalm for me. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 4:16:16 AM | ^^^a STATUE made me sing in psalms...nothing better than starting from the beginning...but unfortunately we're at the beginning...how many times must we be shown the ending...
You should be scared
That I weave my way into your bed
Dignity does not allow me
Issus showed me the way
I’ll never thrust my way
Without your consent
Rings of Ice
Poured salt upon this statue
When you see me smile
It was never your imagination
We call it art in our eyes
Waiting for tomorrow
I’m lucky to come once a year
Love from a human
Denies me
I call that yesterday
The sun rises today
It’s always my birthday
For your smile
Is here today…waking up to love | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/4/2008 4:28:55 AM | The penis
Thesaurus says there’s no other
There’s no open wound
I’ll have to lace it in smiles
Said the woman
Silently praying her craft
Should she utter
I’ll burn at the stake
Disgusting a penis
Ooops that was degenerating
Or disintegrating
I’ll not allow my son
That fear
Today showed me tomorrow
I’d rather he live with his head
…now cut mine in traditional art
in the name of religion!
I bow to the alter of oceans
Whispering mermaids
The angels flow upon starless nights
Waking me unto Dawn
My daughter’s name | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 2:06:08 AM | I love you
Beginning to hate you
It’s the ultimate combination
Black versus white
I’m sick of being right
Kindness is being wrong
Spread my wings gently
As I fly away before you deeply sway me
Only God can deny existence of my heart
I wish I could die
It took courageous souls
Yet nothing disagrees
I see stars smiling
The ocean wavering
So many mountains inbetween
I’m tired of retiring
Always a woman
In this life
Yet children still cry | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/7/2008 2:26:51 AM | amazing writing in here........wow......................got caught up in this whole thread...........................beautiful stuff
is there a method that is being done in here......or just free style???
sorry........................just an ole poet...................well.....................in my way
let me see..................................
she tangles me when i see her
my legs tremble, a mouth thats knows no end is silent
each word a stuggle
perhaps i should turn and run
she smiled and brushed my hand with hers
i feel so ackward,so melted,so liquid
ok don't dream now,your distrubed for a reason
just smile,pretend your daydreaming
this one is wise
i 've been found out
i'm sorry did you say something
she thinks i'm not here
as we say our goodbye
in two moments the things left unsaid
will twist me and turn me
what a cruel joke,infatuation
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Posted: 6/7/2008 2:47:29 AM | | hello................again..............abstract rhythms...........................i rhythm........i wonder why i write somethings | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 6:10:23 AM | ^^^isn't it wonderful to express yourself without explaining yourself? for no one has the time to read a book that is endless!!!
so some abstract thoughts....continue to flow that I can't stop the streaming of laughter
vvv....
GET used to this
My method of addiction
IS the one the LAW allows
The government collects
It’s no jive
Called tax
I’m continually
VEXED
Let me be cruel
To cure myself
Put me into bed
With or without your head
A human has no brains
Add some DD’s
It’s not always the size of my breast | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/9/2008 4:31:23 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^totally amazing....
I thank you both for blessing this here abode.
grizzerman.... any style you choose.
I'm sort of a maverick myself. | |
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Posted: 6/9/2008 5:00:03 PM | The witty
A naïve believer
Accustom to our
Pain
Screaming for revenge
But it comes
Not
Have you faith
For me
My childhood warmth
And still
You save with
Ease
Receiving only spirit
In
Return.
My dear friend | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/9/2008 8:49:26 PM | these poems are enormously illuming.
i thank you each for placing them here. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/10/2008 1:34:00 AM | I light the way
with my cigarette a'burning
the path can stand to be cleared away
the owls are my companions
as the trail pulls me
through the centaur's thicket
my cigarettes a'burning
and the nymph turns up her nose
but I'm not here for her pleasure
there is a calling
a silent voice that beckons
I heed, I come, curiousity sets fire to my feet
trample the undergrowth
back to my own imagination
it's gotten so faint
the cigarette is a'burning out
as I stand before the fairy ring
the pyre is built in the center
flicking the dying butt
the embers catch the too-dry tinder
and the flames begin to rise
wine pours forth from Bacchus's gourd
and satyrs dance and howl and fornicate
in the glow of inferno rising
here is the prize
the honored Holy Grail
the smoke and shadows and flickering
smirking to myself at what I have achieved
I start another cigarette a'burning
and decide to stay awhile | |
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mmmmmy
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Msg: 1596 | |
| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/10/2008 7:10:44 AM | Silent and screaming
souls left for eating
devour their victims
no one is safe within
daunting ; colourful
haunting ; yet lovable
smirking ; crying
smoking ; lying
digging in ground
searching deadly
the sounds
All creeping
all sleeping
we wake to the weeping
when all is said and done
life will be not for one
holding hands and arms
out to reach all the norms
dying inside ; withering
we hide ; what we are giving | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 7:38:01 AM | early morning poetry. i love it.
i thank you both for the muse. | |
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mmmmmy
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/10/2008 7:41:01 AM |  Thank ya my friend! and Early Mornin' hugs to you!  | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 2:33:21 PM | in the morning,the sun creeps in the canyon
warming it during the day
the rabbits run to and fro
the woodpecker has brought his new girl
so beautiful them both with redheads
they almost let me touch them
later ground warm now
the dust devil's begin in afternoon
they cause buddy to bark
later the shadows lengthin
water the garden,it will make food
find my friends in here,for thier blessed words | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/12/2008 7:50:31 AM | "later the shadows lengthin
water the garden,it will make food
find my friends in here,for thier blessed words"
^^^ how true this is.
thanks grizzerman! | |
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