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Posted: 1/17/2005 9:12:24 AM | | Theres a core group of us that constantly read each others threads. This thread wont be huge... but when we dont want to post in our own threads, or in each others... we can create our own band of poets... we can post here! | |
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Posted: 1/17/2005 11:53:42 AM | You beat me to the punch. I wrote down on paper last night for something similiar to this. A place where we can give honest feedback, educate and critique without damaging someone's thread. A place to discuss styles, terms and formats. Too often we give courtesy feedback but it may not necessary construct. The words are encouraging but to some of us we want sound advice but not within our threads. There also seems to be a select few of people that
post remarks that mock or attack the thread because they don't agree with the message. A proper critique is not to slam the person's ideals and beliefs. For some of us our threads are our souls. I do appreciate helpful lyrics or comments that provide helpful direction but the slams I see as a cowardly act coming from an insecure individual who must have got bored from the current events forum. A proper critique should evaluate the poems creativity, format, flow and if it does inspire someone then add that comment. Some words to later be defined. Stanza, metaphor, sylables as applied to a line, limerick, contrast, styles, and any others that can be thought of. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2005 5:40:29 PM | Wasn't there a movie made about us?
Eh, no matter, what's the fuss?
We're only here to scribble up the farm
Not gonna cause anybody any harm!
Random thoughts from active minds
Treasuring what the other finds
Plop it in, t'may be a nugget of gold
That someone else will want to hold
A thread like this is not truly essential
But it is most certainly influential
In learning 'bout each others styles
And writing up some wicked miles
So pen in hand and screen in place
I'll write a ditty all over this face
All fear me, for I'm the mighty
Fool of the dead rhymer's society. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 12:30:59 AM | Any chance of Joining in
I just write And then words are there Usually with a message
You talk of all these terms Ive never understood
It would be great to Know more about the correct way to write
{if there is such a thing} | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 2:06:40 AM | | LMAO... Longte, were all thinking of making you the President of this here Motley Crew!!! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 5:57:05 AM | This is a great idea....
I so enjoy reading from everyones personal threads...but there are times I feel it is inappropriate to add my 2 coppers!!....So...this is a great format. Also I do have my own thread and yes it is "home"....but I do get "cabin fever" at times and feel the need to wonder.
.....and I must say I do believe the company here is inspirational....(((Longte))) many a heart felt word you shared with this aching soul... Thank you.
Cross I would be more than happy to be the "coffee" girl of this humble group of souls!
Longte....Your words need never a reason nor a rhyme
Their perfect as is, each and every time.
Don't change. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:27:48 AM | The Rose
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In a moment the Rose sprouted thorns. The delicate pedals now hidden by a hard overlay.
As I held the once larger than life rose, I couldnt feel the thorns tearing into my flesh. Maybe at first I could feel a tiny prick, but just accepted the cliche, "every rose has its thorns." Then as my negligence increased, over time I noticed that not only had the rose hidden its once natural beauty, but the thorns had increased in length, as well as growing to twist and shape themselves around my hand, and my heart. I tried to pull them out of my life, but all I created was intensified pain. I tried again, with a single thorn. The rose shook, affirming that with my own desire to live and rid myself of this life altering pain.... I was hurting the rose.
So here I am. Holding my rose. My lifes blood drips and falls. Feeding my rose with all that I have left to give. My adoration and love, continues to demand that I pay a toll. Feeling weaker by the day... I succomb to the rose.
(this is a real old one, but Im amid a writers block for normal poetry... sorry)
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:29:18 AM | | @~Angel~.... nah... we gots a coffee girl... but we could sure use a Vice President!!! Your more than welcome to toss in your bullion cubesque writting in here hon!!! In fact, we insist!! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:49:24 AM | wow this is cool ya'll i do feel Angel's words about getting cabin fever and i so would like some real constructive feed back on how to improve so this was sure a good idea.
thanks cross
all the best to ya'll
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:51:40 AM | Of A Broken Warrior
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Amidst the hollow cries the warrior seeks the battle.
Leveling his weapon, the Earth begins to shake and rattle.
The victims fall bleeding to the left, and dying to the right.
The conflict is over before they even had a chance to fight.
The warrior removes his armor amid the bodies that were piled.
ALL THE EARTH GASPS, alas, the Warrior is but a simple child.
The warrior makes a humble prayer for the lives that he took.
Amnesty will not be given for his crimes.... Pawn takes Rook!
Broken Hero for the day, slowly he moves on, seeking his grace.
Constantly he tries in vane, but he knows, the blood never leaves this place. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 7:24:00 AM |
Waking Angel
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I've wept...
and known fear.
I've hungered ...
and known emptiness.
I've hurt..
and felt broken.
I've listened...
and heard silence.
I've captured...
and then released.
I've seen...
and been educated.
I've abandoned...
and felt isolated.
I've slept...
and now I have awoken.
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Posted: 1/18/2005 7:32:00 AM | | ~Angel~ I loved that. You can ask Holly, I hate most of the stuff I write, because its labored rhyming stuff!! But when you just open up, and write what your heart is feeling, like you just did... thats REAL poetry!!! LOVED it ~Angel~... keep it coming hon!!!! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 7:47:56 AM | .......thank you my friend.
I read your words often...and like I said to Longte....
You are the instrument only....how the "brew" is concocted turns inside of us all... how we individually express that is what makes us all "instrumental" in they way we give, our own style.
Enjoyment will be lost when encumbered with too much familiarity.
~~~~I love the way you express your thoughts~~~ as I do with DragonN ...powerful!! A strength that just aw's me.
My heart is always open......which to some is a fruitless way to embark on lifes adventures...my biggest asset very quickly becomes my biggest liability....hence my heart-aches...but without them my muse is gone.
Cross.....I love your writes...and thank you for this place. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 7:55:57 AM | Some Men Die
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Beit for a flag
Beit for a child
Beit for a cause
Beit for a God
Beit for the love of a woman
Some Men die. But let them never die in vane. Let your life never be in vane. You were born with that elusive brass ring floating out in your beyond. Some Men Die.
Okay, having worked all night. Im spent (obvious by my writes...lol). Thank you all so much for adopting and embracing this. Have a great (whatever day it is) hope all goes well for all of you today!!! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 8:28:58 AM | Hello everyone, may I join this little group?, I have written many poems, but this is the first time I have shared with other writers, it is so different hearing words of encouragement, critigue, and appreciation from other poets....
This is a good idea, thanks....I tend to have a hard time posting my poems, I look for ones I feel might get only good comments...lol...so this is nice to have a spot where you can post and not feel like your under a magnifying glass.....
MIND
Quiet nights silence
no words spoken
but I hear many sounds
Everthing coming fast
I try to sort them out
slowly it eases
Confusion, anger, fear
sorrow, yet some
happiness appears
Fantasy, reality
what is what?
how can I tell?
Life becomes good
in my minds
sea of pleasant thoughts
But reality bites
hard and closes
the open door
Mind stop please
let me sleep
Hush Hush Hush....
Mizbehavin
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 1/18/2005 12:41:11 PM | "I hate most of the stuff I write, because its labored rhyming stuff!!"
Surprising how often I feel exactly the same way but for some reason I find it hard not to try to rhyme
Cross fade Just look at the words you have put out.
So many and some REALLY good stuff in there
You can write quickly and concisely on most subjects
Unless I feel VERY strongly about something it takes me ages to get things right | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 1:26:38 PM | i agree Lonte.. unless i feel strongly about something i wont write what i feel and i guess thats what its all about right..
hey.. ya'll this one is unfinished somehow.. i feel like i got down most of what i wanted to say.. but somehow its still incomplete..
Help!!! give me some feedback and tell me if you get the gist here..
bubbles
Fires and desires
Bored out of my skull, my thoughts are subdued
And become a lull. Dull, I definitely fit in with the
Driest of hulls, a week-end-over, you’d think I’m
Becoming a rover, Rover I think not, braver, you can
Call me, because now I am calling the shots. Out of
Control, I feel very bold, why oh why can’t you be
Here to be told?
Always so far away, you are, how do I reach you?
To teach you, that I am not as sweet as you think. I do
Have dark thoughts and desires, but just because they’re
Not visible, doesn’t mean that my fires burn any less.
I do confess, just one look from you puts my senses in a mess.
bubbles | |
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longte
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Posted: 1/18/2005 1:35:18 PM | Staring at computer screen
Lost bewildered nowhere dreams
Looking for the words to write
And send out to the world in bytes
Eyes wide open cannot see
Its like I have no memory
The verses hidden in my mind
Deep in a place I cannot find
If I can get them on the screen
They'll be alive no longer dreams
And then I find myself awake
The words are there the poems in shape | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 1:44:20 PM | wow Longte.. i have seen people compare give you true Kudo's so i guess this will come as no surprise.. i like your stuff its deep and very very heartfelt..
thanks
all the best
bubbles | |
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