longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/13/2004 7:33:26 PM | LET US NOW SET THE MOOD
YOU ARE HERE TO READ POETRY
THINK ABOUT THE WORD POETRY
TO ME POETRY IS SOMETHING THAT NO MATTER HOW MUNDANE
OR BEAUTIFUL OR FRIGHTENING THE SUBJECT MATTER IS
AS SOON AS YOU START READING YOU ARE INSTANTLY TRANSPORTED INTO THE POEM
ONCE, LONG AGO THERE WAS MAGIC.
THERE WAS MAGIC IN EVERYTHING WE DID.
WE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE MAGIC AND HOW TO SEE IT
BEFORE THERE WERE BOOKS
THERE WERE THE BARDS, THE STORY TELLERS
THEY KNEW THE MAGIC OF WORDS.
THEY SHARED TAT MAGIC AND THE MAGIC WAS STRONG.
WHEN WE WERE CHILDREN THE MAGIC WAS STRONG
BUT WE GREW UP, OR SO THEY TOLD US
AND WE LETTHE MAGIC THAT WAS A PART OF OUR LIVES DIE.
WE BELIEVED THEM WHEN THEY SAID THERE WAS NO MAGIC.
WE FORGOT
BUT IT IS STILL THERE, WEAKER THAN IT USED TO BE
BUT STILL THERE
WHEN YOU GET THAT SHIVER DOWN YOUR SPINE,
FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING YOU KNOW YOU’VE SEEN BEFORE
BUT CAN’T QUITE REMEMBER WHEN
WHEN A CHILD SAY’S “DID YOU SEE THE FAERIE”
AND MAYBE YOU DID……………………………………….
SO LET ME TAKE YOU BY THE HANDS
AND WALK WITH YOU THROUGH STRANGER LANDS
AND WE SHALL SEE WHAT WE CAN FEEL
JUST THROUGH THE POWER OF POETRY
Longte | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/14/2004 6:30:30 PM | WHAT IS THIS YOU SAY TO ME?
YOU SAY “ JUST GIVE ME POETRY
FOR POETRY IS SIMPLY WORDS
PUT INTO SOME FORM OF VERSE”
AND THIS IS WHAT I SAY TO YOU
FROM MY HEART --- YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE
OPEN YOUR MIND AND CLOSE YOUR EYES
NOW JUST START TO VISUALISE
AS YOU LISTEN TO THIS PROSE
VISUALISE A WILD BLACK ROSE
VISUALISE A DRAGONS TEARS
VISUALISE YOUR DARKEST FEARS
VISUALISE A PURE WHITE DOVE
REMEMBER HOW IT FELT TO LOVE
AFTERWARDS IT’S CLEAR TO SEE
YOU’LL REMEMBER THAT MY POETRY
IS NEVER EVER SIMPLY WORDS
PUT INTO SOME FORM OF VERSE | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/14/2004 11:07:51 PM | TEARS part 1
IF IT’S ILLUSION THAT YOU SEEK
THEN COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH ME
AND WE’LL LOOK AT WHAT WE’LL FEEL
THROUGH THE POWER OF POETRY
CAN YOU FEEL SOMETHING IS AMISS
CAN YOU FEEL WATERS SALTY KISS
BREATHING WATER YOU CAN FEEL
TOUCHING YOU FROM HEAD TO HEEL
THE DRAGON KING HAS LIVED FOR YEARS
AND YOU ARE NOW INSIDE HIS TEARS
SO AS YOU ROLL DOWN FROM HIS EYE
WONDER---WHY DOES THE DRAGON CRY
EVER SINCE THE DAWN OF MAN
HE’S BEEN THE LEADER OF HIS CLAN
A DRAGON STRONG---PROUD AND COLD
HIS SKIN A BURNISHED BRONZE AND GOLD
HIS WINGS SO STRONG AND YET SO LIGHT
IN HIS RED EYES THE LUST FOR LIFE
ONCE HE WAS MAN’S FIERCEST FOE
NOW HE SITS AND CRIES ALONE
THE ALCHEMISTS HAVE GONE AWAY
THE WIZARDS TOO---- HAVE HAD THEIR DAY
THE KNIGHTS ARE DEAD--- THE DAMSELS TOO
IMAGINATION’S BEEN RUN THROUGH
BY THE TWISTED SWORD OF FATE
SO GONE IS LOVE---WHAT’S LEFT IS HATE
ONLY LOVE CAN MAKE A DRAGON FLY
SO NOW HE SITS ALONE AND CRIES | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/15/2004 6:58:22 PM | So Ive had a few visitors but nobody wants to comment
Will I keep going or is the style too archaic for yanks? | |
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| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/15/2004 7:06:32 PM | check your mail longte - i am off to bed but i wanted to email yah ...
i like your poetry - its almost like a good fantasy book - with magic and mystical creatures - i shall keep peeking in i assure you - good writes ...
Z | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 6 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/16/2004 2:45:06 PM | Here one for the child inside us all
Faeries
That special time -‘tween day and night
The magic time --- they call twilight
It’s in this wondrous time of day
You’ll see the faeries at their play
You’ll hear a whisper flitting by
You’ll see the faeries lullaby
And from the corner of your eye
What is it - that you can spy?
That gentle music in the trees
The hidden murmur in the breeze
The shimmer in the changing light
Is just the faeries taking flight
Then Pan the faerie king will ride
His chariot into the sky
And raise his pipe up to his lips
Brush it with his finger tips
And blaze the dying sun with hues
Of gold and ochre - reds and blues
And call upon his faerie friends
“Now its time to make amends
Since it is the end of day
I call my brothers out to play
So dance with me throughout the night
Beneath the stars that shine so bright”
Then suddenly -- from everywhere
The faeries will at once appear
Ethereal --- beyond compare
Gowns of mist and spun night air
Filled with natural airs and grace
No jewels or rouge upon their faces
Dancing - weaving - spinning round
Their feet in air - not on the ground
The faerie king will lead the fray
Dancing - prancing every way
Until the first grey light of day
And then the music -- fades away
And when you look there’s nothing there
The faeries have all disappeared
Yet know that if your heart is true
All your life they’ll stay with you
Peter n. | |
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| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/16/2004 3:56:52 PM | longte - i love reading you and hope you post more - thanks alot - this one was great and if you have a book out there somewhere - send me the name - so i can go out and buy it ....
Z | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 8 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/16/2004 5:06:26 PM | Thanks for the feedback
No no book.
Its my first time to be involved in anything like this.
But it looks like its pretty good FUN.
Only problem with poetry thats just the writen word instead of hearing it read is the voice inflections and emphasis are missing.
They contribute so much to any conversation let alone poetry.
How about we scare the child inside us all next time.
sweet dreams
Peter | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 9 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/17/2004 1:06:28 AM | your partner has left you
you are alone
but it wasn’t your fault it never is
they have been gone for days
you have another drink and sit watching the sun set
OUTCAST
have you ever sat---an outcast
cold and lonely in your room
watched the dismal spears of darkness
turn the twilight into gloom
you feel the knife twist of despair
cold and clammy in your heart
all the doubts and superstitions
that are tearing you apart
so as the dark grows closer
you argue with you’re fears
this is just the night time
no ghosts or ghoulies here
there are no slimy creatures
emerging from the mud
there’s no such thing as vampires
just drooling for your blood
that shadow near the window
that whisper near the doors
does not mean the were wolf
is sharpening his claws
that single silent scream
you heard it oh so well
does not mean there’s demons
who’ll drag you down to hell
for this is just the twilight
and as the darkness sets
gaze inside your nightmares
to see whose blood is let
sweet dreams everyone
peter n | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 10 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/17/2004 5:21:24 PM | Hi So how do we get comments to find out if we are wasting our time here?
What do you want?
Or is it that why you and I are here.
because we are still deciding exactly what it is that we really want
Next poem.
Do you want Love or Lust or Heartache
Fantacy or what we stupidly call Reality
Get me ideas and Ill give you the words to open you mind | |
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| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/17/2004 5:42:31 PM | longte - many times people post when they can - or read and dont post at all - i have - i read poetry and zip thru the next - i have many windows open - like pages from a book - sometimes i do get to post - like today - but maybe you could speak to others about their poetry - there are many like yourself here on the poetry forum - who are curious to know what others think ... dont give up ... your poetry is really good - keep them going ...
Z | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 12 | |
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Posted: 11/17/2004 6:09:50 PM | Thankyou Zee
Ok cool lets play with a bit more Fantacy Or is it??? You can decide
THE VAMPYRE’S FAMILIAR
If a witch has a familiar then so too must Vampires
Someone to watch and protect them whilst they sleep
In flight my masters like a bat
In truth he’s really more than that
for if he grants you just one kiss
he’ll leave you in a state of bliss
If to your throat he gives one bite
you’ll trade your soul for eternal life
By night I look just like a cat
but really i’m much more than that
It’s I who keeps him safe by day
and turns his hunters into prey
He black of heart---i black of fur
It’s his to lead---it’s mine to serve
until that time when gone is night
and darkness flees before the light
and they---they come to tear apart
his living life----his pulsing heart
And i ---on hearing his last cry
myself inside begin to die
the process moving to its end
until I find the one to send
The one who’ll come---the one who’ll take
from my dark lord--- the killer stake
So in the darkest time of night
if you awaken with a fright
then open up your window wide
and take my dark lord to your side
peter n
Sleep well every one | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 13 | |
| Shall we play??????
Posted: 11/21/2004 5:59:02 PM | What would you like now?
Something relaxing
or sensual
or frightening
or awakening
Its all up to you | |
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Posted: 11/21/2004 6:46:17 PM | SIMPLICITY OF LIFE
THE DOSE I NEED
ANALOGY TO WHAT I CAN RELATE
SELFISH THOUGHTS THAT HELP CREATE
A HEALING POWER OF WORDS
HEAR THEM COMING LIKE AN ELEPHANT HERD
SPUN AROUND AND FLOWN AWAY
THIS HAWK HAS A HEART OF GOLD
SO I AM TOLD
NEVER FLY TO FAR FROM THE NEST
THE PEOPLE THERE LOVE YOU BEST
LIKE A DAGGAR TO YOUR CHEST
THE WORD RIPS OPEN A TREASURE CHEST
LOVE IS NEVER LOST
BUT ONLY FORGOTTEN
FOR POOR TO RICHES
LIFE IS FULL OF GLICHES
FOR THIS MAKES IT WORTH LIVING
BE ONE FOR HOPE AND LOVE AND PLENTY OF GIVING
DONT BE DECIEVED
BY THOSE WHO NEVER BELIEVED
LOVED ONES AND THEMSELVES
THEY SHALL SUFFER
SAD AS IT IS , SELF INFLICTED MUTTER
BLUNT IS THE KNIFE TO SPREAD THAT BUTTER
MY EYE LIDS SHALL NEVER SHUDDER
CAUSE IN THIS LIFE I MUST REMEMBER
I LOVE EVERYONE FOR A DIFFERENT PART
THIS I CAN SAY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART | |
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| CHEERS
Posted: 11/21/2004 6:52:13 PM | Gday peoples , excellent poetry dude , umm im as rusty as a 13th century gate , but gee this stuff makes me want to read and write more.
Keep up the good work. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 16 | |
| CHEERS
Posted: 11/21/2004 8:16:37 PM | Thanks for the feedback
enjoyed your poem
When you talk about 13th century poetry
That reminds me more of my style than yours.
Always writen rhyming poetry which seems to be out of favour these days
But then again I write for myself
So if Im happy??????????? | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 17 | |
| CHEERS
Posted: 11/21/2004 8:19:28 PM | Rainbow
Look inside a rainbow and tell me what you see
Colours light and colours bright – is that what you see
When I look inside a rainbow --- here is my answer true
I see the rainbow’s colours --- but not the way you do
When I see the violet ---- it’s like the faeries eyes
The first time that we saw them—down by the riverside
When I see the yellow it reminds of the gold
Buried by the leprechauns --- in those days of old
And when I see the pink I cannot take it in
For I feel the smell and texture of my lovers skin
And when I see the orange it reminds me of the night
We fought it hard together --- the bush fire burning bright
And what is it that I see when I see the blue?
I see a love that’s broken --- that once I thought was true
And when I see the red it reminds me of the rage
In her voice and on her face --- the day she went away
And when I see the green it reminds of the trees
My friends and my companions --- in those times of grief
So look into a storm at night --- and tell me what you see
Grey of cloud and lightning bright --- is that really all you see
Peter .N.
perception of the same thing by different people
Wonderful thing human nature | |
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| CHEERS
Posted: 11/22/2004 2:30:27 PM | YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT POET , THANKS AGAIN FOR THE CHANCE TO READ AND LEARN.
ALSO THANKS FOR THE FEEDBACK , IM TRYING TO GET MORE FEEDBACK , BUT EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE WRITING AT DIFFERENT TIMES TO ME.
ANYWAY KEEP UP THIS GOOD FORUM.
DAN | |
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| GENERATION GAP
Posted: 11/22/2004 2:42:37 PM | TO LIVE AND BREATHE
WITH EYES PERCIEVE
RECIEVE THE COLORS OF THE RAINBOW
GREEN WITH ENVY AND AN IRISH STEW
BLUE LIKE THE SKY WHEN IM MISSING YOU
RED IN THE MORNING , FAST CARS AND WARNING
YELLOW ARCHES OUTSIDE COMMERCIAL FARMING
ORANGE VITAMIN TO FULLFILL YOUR NEED
COMPOST NURISHMENT TO KILL OFF THE WEED
WHAT HAPPENED TO LIFE
WHERE ARE WE NOW?
ARE WE IN WAR TORN STRIFE?
IM LOST AGAIN , AMONGST CLOUDED THOUGHTS
WHY DO I WORRY ABOUT A FORGOTTEN WORLD?
I HAVE SO MANY MEMORIES , THAT IT SCARES ME
WHAT WOULD I BE LIKE WITHOUT THEM
WOULD I CARE AT ALL?
THE WRITING ISNT WRITTEN ON THE WALL
I THINK I WILL SING AGAIN
AS THE ECHOES OF MY VOICE BOUNCE DOWN THE HALL
I AM IN MY ELEMENT
I CANNOT BE STOPPED , WHEN IM SPEAKING FROM HERE
CAUSE ONLY MYSELF I HAVE TO FEAR
AND THE WORLD ALL OF A SUDDEN SEEMS SO SMALL
WHY DO KIDS SIT ROUND WAITING FOR A CALL
WHEN I WAS A KID , I WAS RUNNING AROUND , CHASING A BALL
COMMUNICATION WAS TAKEN IN
AND I KNEW MY PLACE
THESE DAYS THE RESPECT IS PUT IN A MICRO CHIP
IT IS TAKEN IN AS QUICK AS IT GOES OUT
WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?
A GENERATION GAP IS GROWING
I CANT SIT HERE CROWING
ILL GET LEFT BEHIND
BETTER PUSH REWIND , REVERSE AND DRIVE AWAY. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 20 | |
| GENERATION GAP
Posted: 11/22/2004 2:51:25 PM | Hi Danny
Just one point about your poems
A very good poet here pointed out to me that poetry writen in upper case is harder to read
Said that poems done this way may be great poetry but could be not treated with the respect they deserve because of the case
Enjoyed that
Very cool | |
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| GENERATION GAP
Posted: 11/22/2004 3:41:15 PM | | Thanks for the tip , and your feedback. i have another to post shortly. | |
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| GENERATION GAP
Posted: 11/22/2004 3:48:23 PM | My poetry is run by emotion
Going in deeper than the ocean
Running rapid in motion
I have a flow relief
healing my drought
Im out of love
and now myself im beggining to doubt
why do we need love?
i cant live without
i want to be loved like everyone else
Down the mountain i flow
I have lost my glow
Drowned in my misery
I look up at a branch
So i grab it at first chance
I can breathe again
with my head above water
why do we need love?
i cant live without
i want to be loved like everyone else
Sitting by the creek
Its been longer than a week
All I have thought about is love
Now with a positive overflow
I have found my glow
I have kept my branch
I can breathe again
With my head above water
Im in love , misery lost and all of the above. | |
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| Watery emotion
Posted: 11/22/2004 3:59:55 PM | Calm is the river
A momentous flow giving me a shiver
I can remember now , a childhood memory
Buried in my head , for another day , where tommorow is never there
Why do i care? why am i confused , why do i recall this shocking event
Hit from behind , and a bump in my head
At the time i thought i was dead
I woke up to see
The ones i love were full of glee
Did i go? If so where was i and why was i sent there
Does anybody care?
I can see a light , not bright , or infectious
The music keeps me going , and i wake up singing
Where was i then?
Heaven for me , was a musical event
It was bliss , i kinda miss , the sound
But i still can hear
Now im alive again i have nothing to fear
Music be my guide
My bride by my side
This is quite simply living the life! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 25 | |
| Watery emotion
Posted: 12/18/2004 9:57:15 PM | Hi Danny
Been away Tibet and China
Just got back | |
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