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Stew21
03-23-2006, 04:36 AM
Just trying something out. Maybe it could be fun! I propose we do similar to the OP "write something about the person above you" thread except with poetry.

might also suggest that you try to do it by emulating their style if possible (JAlpha and haikus for example.)

Just a suggestion. Play if you like!

I'll do the first one about JAlpha since I mentioned her first.

She is quick witted
JAlpha queen of haikus
few words; big sweet thoughts

Cassie88
03-23-2006, 07:37 AM
There once was a lady named Trish
Whose children were cute as a wish
Her screen name was Stew
Her hair, quite a doo,
As a poet, she was simply delish

Shwebb
03-23-2006, 07:50 AM
Cassie88,
She sure can create!
I don't think I'd ever hesitate,
to read her poems--they're all great!

They're full of feeling and imagery,
whether the subject be romantic or bleary.
Keep on writing, Cassie88!
Or this fan of yours will get quite irate!

poetinahat
03-23-2006, 08:08 AM
Too bad; this one's staying.

Cassie88
--------

now and then, the lion's eyebrow arches
she tenders her opinions without fear
she doesn't dominate the daily chatter
but when she speaks, the wise ones cock an ear


Her poetry is vivid and inspiring
it's oft received with cascades of applause
So Hail Ms Eighty-Eight, the regal Cassie
But how'd you hold a pen between those paws?


Shwebb
--------
Mom with aplomb
whose posts are the bomb
Three myster-E kids
and yet, you're so calm!

Through flow and through ebb
she's witty, our Shwebb
Just check her haiku
and you'll know she's no pleb.

This poem's a mess
('cause I'm under duress)
but if Shwebb knows I like her...
then it's a success.

ddgryphon
03-23-2006, 11:09 AM
Poet In A Hat

His words quietly
wind up scales to the ninth
and down again
diminishing the fifth
skipping past four to
a bluesy third
they tumblefall
ignite senses
imagespark
satiating the ear
while stomach
growls

Stumblewalking
down bright
streets
he lifts his face
full in the sun
bright with words
like music
like laughter
like sorrow
like morning
and you know
as chorus
words fall to
your hand
in verse without
measure

head lowers
still singing
his face slightly shadowed
though moving in light
watch in stunned silence
words filling your mind
in this way and that
verses still echo
from the poetinahat

Stew21
03-23-2006, 08:54 PM
(ok dirk, I sort of ripped you off here. I went looking through your posts and came upon Truth - and then it seemed so appropriate, I re-wrote it for you! I hope you don't mind.)

Dirk speaks slowly
insistently
firmly.

Dirk
speaks truth
to help and guide you.

Dirk
reflects differently
remains constant.

Dirk crits and rewrites
for good measure.

Dirk is.
critical eye,
guiding hand,
philosophical,
support.

Dirk is very Patient.

Nateskate
03-23-2006, 11:50 PM
Stew21, son of a gun, (Do guns have daughters?)
Is having fun
With everyone
In poetry spun
Words that run
Under the sun

I think I'm done
Except to say she's cute too!

PrettySpecialGal
03-24-2006, 08:11 AM
Allrightythen, Nateskate- forgive me- not much on your profile....


There once was a pot named Nateskate
Who often wrote and stayed up late
Inspired by Python
Watched HOLY GRAIL 'til the dawn
For the sister Dingo he does not hate

Nateskate
03-24-2006, 05:26 PM
I once knew a Pretty Special Gal
Said, I'd love to be her pal
She may not know it,
But this poem will show it,
The ball's in her court now

Gal knows fun when she sees it
What's more, she likes to be it (fun)
I can tell by her look
She's a marvelous book
So, I think I'll start to read it

JAlpha
03-24-2006, 05:39 PM
my little green sprouts
shiver in his cool shadow
Harmless Giant Nate

Stew21
03-25-2006, 06:43 PM
she's dynamite wit,
great syllabic explosion;
My haiku hero

Susie
03-26-2006, 06:07 AM
Stew's kids
Are a work of art.
And they were
Right from the very start.
She is sweet
And oh, so kind.
Definitely she has charisma
And is quite a find!

William Haskins
03-26-2006, 06:57 AM
there’s a gentleness
buried too deep
in the human heart
so lost
so forgotten
so tragically muted
by the cynical
mask of the modern face

but kindness kindles
a steady flame in
the soothing
words of susie

Perks
03-26-2006, 08:30 AM
Close the tear
Fit the edges
Daub it over
In golden words
Mixed with bile

Praise the effort
Of the infant
Draw the beauty
From the stubborn,
Clumsy verse

Wiseman, Father
Warrior, Guide
Frankincense and Myrrh
Are wasted
Bring him peace

poetinahat
03-26-2006, 04:27 PM
I.
'It's a spade,' she writes
of the spade.
'Its slim wedged edge
is perfect
for turning firm earth.
Not the choice
for chiseling concrete
or faceting
amethyst.'

II.
'I disagree,' she writes
agreeably.
'This is why, my friend,'
she argues
and she couldn't be franker
yet her well-turned
posts are
absent of rancour.

III.
In conclusion, I write
redundantly
Perks is of rare mettle
her gilt-lyric filigrees
always move me
yet through her
I always know
where I stand.

poetinahat
03-27-2006, 02:41 AM
I've been written about (and astonishingly well so) already, but I very much wanted to write about Perks.

Please feel free to write about someone else.

Pat~
03-27-2006, 08:45 AM
Our Poet is a wordsmith
When it comes to verse and prose,
And for his lyric wit and style
We now award this rose.
http://bestsmileys.com/flowers/4.gif
He's blessed with talent fine and rare
But also has a gift
For letting others know he cares,
And giving hearts a lift.

louisgodwin
03-27-2006, 08:57 AM
Pat used to drive a Mustang.
But she lost it in a wreck. Dang!
She is a Christian and believes in God.
As a fellow believer, I find this not odd!

JAlpha
03-27-2006, 06:58 PM
It's Cliche. . .

but, Louis has a face
loved by my mother

You see. . . he looks
exactly like my brother
:Hug2:

Nateskate
03-28-2006, 02:49 AM
Deep calls to deep.
Its voice carries on the wind
Twisting through birch and oaks
Before alighting soft as a feather.

She heard his voice in a dream, and
Understood that in poetry
Wisdom sings its choicest songs.
JALPHA

Stew21
03-28-2006, 02:53 AM
Akin with nature,
wrapped in its leaves
and loving life.
He finds joy
in growth.
sunlight to soul,
rain to roots
pen to paper.
akin with nature;
inNate.


eta: note: "inNate" was intentional capitalization. (sorry Nate, I keep changing it! I should have revised BEFORE I posted!)

Stew21
03-28-2006, 07:49 PM
As PIAH said earlier, y'all can skip me, since I have already had some written about me, and write one for someone else on the board if you would like! :)

NeuroFizz
03-28-2006, 09:10 PM
To me, Stew is a mixture
of flavors and spices
not quite solid, nor
liquid.

To me, Stew is a delight
of words and thoughts
not quite abstract, nor
overt.

To me, Stew is an angel
of giving and faith
not quite close, nor
far.

P.H.Delarran
03-29-2006, 04:58 AM
quite clever
but never
in any endeavor
disappointing
demeaning
disrepectful
or dreamy.
down to earth
likes anantomy
animal prowess
power of thought.
deliberately
exposes
enlightens
engages and
entertains intelligence.
NeuroFizz.
a wizard of words
wittingly weaves our hearts.

poetinahat
03-30-2006, 04:33 PM
see her now and then
flittering
in the periphery
flashing into view
trailing graceful
and gracious words
that cast soft shadow
and reflect the richness
of distilled
listening.

poetinahat
03-30-2006, 04:36 PM
(Please, go ahead -- choose someone else)

maestrowork
03-30-2006, 04:44 PM
A kind soul with a gentle heart
A valiant warrior of truth
A traveler of songs
A soldier of strength and family
A teacher of friendship and kindness
A poet of love and life
He's my hero
My friend
My companion
to navigate through honor and integrity
in this vast world of conceit and deceit

scarletpeaches
04-01-2006, 07:13 PM
Maestro is the forum honey,
An all-round handsome, loverman stud.
Now I've praised you, give me money
and I'll be off, ere my name is mud.

KTC
04-01-2006, 08:39 PM
Scarlet is peachy
not at all preachy
she loves to kill friends
without making ammends
what a lovely attribute.

scarletpeaches
04-01-2006, 09:24 PM
KTC's Canadian
and very photogenic -
nothing like radium
which is carcinogenic.

Paint
04-01-2006, 10:30 PM
Rebel heart
defiant yet sweet.
She sees straightforward
tells the story true.
Her pain is transparent
she never means to hurt,
honesty a cross to bear
tempered with hilarity.

rhymegirl
04-02-2006, 01:15 AM
I don't know Paint
but I have read her words,
so skillfully splashed
on a screen of white.

There is an art to poetry
and it seems that Paint
knows this well
as she paints her pictures
in words.

poetinahat
05-01-2006, 08:36 AM
Unspoken thanks
must find a voice.

Who welcomes the hostess?
Perhaps exhausted
(but who could tell?)
She smiles
at her guests' delight
as the level of their revel
proclaims the success
of her largesse.

She, who regales us
with her leaves of gentle poetry
and her warm patronage
of that talismanic bubbling tub,
is so infused here
that her testament is everywhere.

What one of us could speak for all?
Quietly, a murmur through the crowd
does its work.

poetinahat
05-01-2006, 10:50 AM
I've had my go!
Have a write about someone else...
Pick another poet -- plenty of worthy personalities!

kdnxdr
05-01-2006, 05:51 PM
poetinahat
a cat prowling
howling
creeping about
purring affections
in all directions
scratching a mark
in the dark
lighting up our screen
with insight keen
let's keep him around
though he roams the town
our cat
poetinahat

saleri
05-01-2006, 09:02 PM
(lol, evreyone stumped now)

K D N X D R
Thats all I know of you so far
You could be a car
Or an alien star
A cyborg
Or a grave at a morgue

All I know of you
is that you write poems too
but I know yours are good
and I know mine are crap!

Bret
05-02-2006, 02:30 AM
There once was a lad called saleri
Whose inner child seemed pretty scary
He stole Satan's fork
And then just for sport
Stabbed the little lamb of Mary

kdnxdr
05-02-2006, 06:48 AM
Bret
is a sure bet
his rock is steady
rolling
he's extolling
praises to us all
his writing
is delighting
with him, poetry is a ball.

DeniseK
05-02-2006, 06:52 AM
How can I announce
a name I can't pronounce?
kdnxdr, Vanna would look at Pat and say
May I please buy a vowel today?

Stew21
05-10-2006, 10:25 PM
*Denise - I'm sorry, I don't know you well, but didn't want to leave you hanging here, so made an attempt. http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif


denisek self-proclaimed
crybaby, busybody
writer,dependable,
loving cooking & loving loving
all of these
I believe.

hotheaded?
she said, not i.
it's what i found
in her profile.
it's all we know of her.
denisek, I proclaim
humorous, warm,
witty go-getter
writer.
a new friend in our midst
and welcome.

Stew21
05-10-2006, 10:27 PM
with so many new and wonderful personalities in this forum, please go ahead and choose someone else, I've had my go!

http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif

have fun!

Unique
08-27-2006, 04:49 PM
And how shall I make my stew
with rabbit, frog, or caribou?

'None of these', she said to me
'Don't kill animals; set them free'

Instead she wanted a racy thong
Not too short, not too long

'Get thee into the House', she said
'Bring me back *******'s head'

With a little wine and a little spice
I'll show you some Stew - very nice. :e2brows:

maestrowork
08-27-2006, 04:59 PM
A unique sense of humor
A unique sense of style
She may not cure your tumor
But she sure will go the mile

To make you feel giggly
Or make you feel welcome
Even if you're wiggly
She'll still make you hum

A unique song of happy
A unique light of sun
A unique kind of sappy
A unique friend of fun

DeniseK
08-27-2006, 07:07 PM
Ray is the best
That is for sure
A writer, a lover
of all that is good
with a heart so pure.

Ray is the man
No doubt about it
Shake your bootie
like you can can
He can't live without it

P.H.Delarran
10-06-2006, 08:07 PM
she stands, mercurial
a red hot heart
gripped tightly in her right hand
crimson dripping,
splashing her ankles

she weeps, lamenting
saline drops of repentance
white washing
her stone-grey countenance,
splashing her ankles


she kneels, beseeching
thunderstrikes of mercy
astonishing her
while feathery hope falls,
splashing her ankles

davids
10-06-2006, 08:11 PM
What is it about this name
that intrigue so hard to explain
a secret she has
that beautiful flash
P.H a lady in flame
of lushness
so hard to explain

louisgodwin
10-06-2006, 08:40 PM
The davids surrounded me,
And together they chanted
"Resistance if futile!"
They made me eat lobster tail,
And now I am one of them.
Heed my warning one and all!
Beware of the creepy daves!

davids
10-06-2006, 09:15 PM
Louis who's pupils denied
any light refraction
to clutter his brain
writes poetry
just as bright
a delight
a poet in prime

Rivana
10-06-2006, 10:29 PM
Dave, a scribe
with undeniable talent
Prose and poetry -
he knows his pen
What's more
he's sweet
and serious too
A gentleman in truth,
the way I like them

KTC
10-06-2006, 10:39 PM
She captures essence
in her little glass box
one poem at a time
carefully erected
for amusement of others
her stanzas will rob you
of time,
take you away from your day
as you crawl inside.
Rivana, poet maven mama
layin' down the tracks
for your twisted mind,
to dance divine.

Rivana
10-06-2006, 10:50 PM
He speaks truth
without a second look
Knows what to write
on that paper
No hesitation
and never regret
What must out,
must out right now
Not brilliance in perfection,
but effulgence
and effervesense
in a moment's time

Angelinity
10-06-2006, 10:59 PM
a poet - Rivana
in search for Nirvana
she uses a tapered brush
in painting emotion
conveying the notion
her garden of words is lush

davids
10-07-2006, 12:55 AM
Ily a child of the stars
an exquisite dreamer extra ordinaire
she flows and goes
and lets her Muse
embrace us with its charm and truth

NeuroFizz
10-07-2006, 01:07 AM
Pictures in verse
are a mere tail-flip,
a pincer curse
that tickles the lip

Davids paints red
lucid image-twist
for all who are wed
to truths that exist

davids
10-07-2006, 01:26 AM
Neuro's the Prof
a regular boff
a fella who likes to play
with critters who pray
he'll make their day
by critten' em
so they'll
get paid

Godfather
10-07-2006, 02:07 AM
davids a lobster
a lower-case lobster
who digs hyphens.

davids a lobster
who can talk.

Rivana
10-07-2006, 02:13 AM
Not a father or a god
he's the tambourine man
The dancer with pretty words
he found on the way home
Doodles in the margins,
much better than the book
Exuberant, but much too old
for the years he carries
Plays a game, strikes a chord
and dazzles everyone
Cigarette dreams
meet a pure talent
BANG!
A cosmic surprise

Billytwice
10-07-2006, 05:11 AM
Oh Rivana from Kiruna
There's iron in your words
From so near the North Pole
How magnetic you are!

PrettySpecialGal
10-07-2006, 04:18 PM
There once was a poet named Billytwice
Smoking tobacco-- his only vice
They told him to quit
He said, "You're a git-
Why should I take your advice?"

Angelinity
10-08-2006, 03:45 PM
this gal is pretty special
scribbles a mean rhyme
making rainbow galaxies

Godfather
10-08-2006, 04:36 PM
angel-icity

Eveningsdawn
10-08-2006, 10:11 PM
Godfather's a gentleman
who is younger
than you think;
talking to him
you remember
age is just a number.

Unique
10-08-2006, 10:52 PM
Eveningsdawn
or angel in the morning
a featherlight touch
she leaves you longing
for the twilight hours
once again.

Rivana
10-09-2006, 11:07 PM
Unique in all
the ways that count,
like mornings
or sunsets
A sublime oddness
that makes perfect sense

P.H.Delarran
10-09-2006, 11:59 PM
In constant motion
like a spinning crystal
reflecting light
She sways, lyrical
Her cadence true
and beckoning
You'll find yourself
dancing with her
moving blithly
to some unknown
and haunting melody

NeuroFizz
10-10-2006, 12:32 AM
How can one describe a drop of dew
when it’s appearance depends
upon the light and life
of what’s around it?

How can one not smile
at the lyricism of dewy images
put into verse by our
p.h.d.?

Stew21
10-10-2006, 12:38 AM
flurry of light in a
found emerald sea
stargaze symphony.
touch. wink. darlin'.
coolness.
with air-filled lungs
sucking it all in -
like being there.
being real.
feeling. sand shift.
eye games.
heart touched.
neurofizz.

davids
10-10-2006, 12:56 AM
Trish is crispy deluxe
a volatile will o the whisp
a lady that knows love
and sometimes gives it a shove
just to kick Perplexity Jones
out the door

P.H.Delarran
10-10-2006, 01:00 AM
Don't be fooled by
his hard shell
and crisp words
take him for a ride
and you will find
his humor and compassion
are sweet companions
during the long dark stretch
between point A
and point B

Angelinity
10-10-2006, 01:14 AM
no fire can scorch water
well-balanced PH
may loose some steam but prevails

davids
10-10-2006, 02:31 AM
Ily Ily how does your garden grow?
So full-thoughts-sweet delight
a treasure trove of precious care
to share her prose
to light a long path
darkened souls
made bright by Ily's
bright glance
just, dreamed of
lustful-prancing joy

Eveningsdawn
10-10-2006, 06:39 AM
davids
is like a lobster;
crack his shell
and his insides are sweet
(but I wouldn't
recommend eating him;
I don't think
he'd appreciate it).

Rivana
10-10-2006, 05:44 PM
A serious soul,
prone to laughing.
Darkness hiding,
deep in the mist.
Dreams of myths,
constantly searching
for kindness in a stranger
and a meaning to life.
EveningsDawn,
when evening comes
look not for shadows,
but the sun.

davids
10-10-2006, 05:52 PM
Swedish fairy-tales
written of loves and dark delights
poems that make us wonder and wander
and wish that Rivana was sitting with us
sharing a coffee and sweet truffle thoughts

ddgryphon
10-10-2006, 07:21 PM
Creeping creepy Dave
in solidarity with the other
creeping creepy Daves.

Slowly they turn
step by step
inch by inch
word by word

coming for you
they are there before you see them
they are done
before you know it

and you buy into the creepy
creeping Dave parade
moving step by step
with all the creepy Daves

P.H.Delarran
10-10-2006, 07:32 PM
A smile comes quick
upon my face
when I spot a poem
that Dirk has placed

I'd love to hear
his lyrics strummed
or whispered, chanted
even hummed

He puts his heart
into his work
he pours it out
we like our Dirk

davids
10-10-2006, 08:36 PM
Once we sat broken hearted
not a soul to help my day
poems lacked a helpful word
till P.H. came and saved my bacon

Stew21
10-10-2006, 08:36 PM
she plays.
twirling a word on a finger tip
balancing it on a wire,
riding it as a wave, splashing it
in the faces of others
She plays
parlor tricks. word-illusion.
slight of hand, they dance -
ballerina thought on tip-toes,
logistical poet.
she plays, spins them
like a top.
stops them on a dime.
she plays.


eta: the lobster beat me to it!

Jongfan
10-10-2006, 08:54 PM
She takes pen in hand
Steps outdoors, smells the land
Fresh Ideas elude her
Maybe inspired by virtue or nature
A beautiful thought is only a butterfly away
She spends the day, looking for answers
A few words flow from pen to paper
How she gets inspired by what her eyes see
The trees and grass, a small child smiling
keeping saddness from her thoughts , lying under the trees
a gentle breeze, clears her mind, for she has been looking
for what today, she came to find
Beauty in nature inspires even the most blocked writer.

Rivana
10-11-2006, 11:59 PM
Jongfan, or is that Jung?
This lady is not what she seems.
Boring and proper, ambitious and clean?
But 'neath all that shimmer
our friend is a Queen.
With leather and lace,
a dangerous grace
and lust like you never have seen.

davids
10-12-2006, 12:05 AM
Sometimes I stare
nothing to do
at Rivan'a avatar above
I wonder if she
so vixen like pure
is thinking of just how to do you!

Rivana
10-12-2006, 12:26 AM
Dave the lobster,
oh when he is brash
does he blush then
the color of roses?
Never seen his face
and I don't know his name,
but I do know that lobster's got fame.
And I think Dave deserves some fame too.

Godfather
10-12-2006, 12:56 AM
she writes,
and when she does
it always comes out
just right.
she writes,
and when she does
it turns out
perfect.

Rivana
10-12-2006, 01:06 AM
Our Jazz man, the blues man,
the give me the tunes man
He writes of the filth of society,
but also brilliant sparkles
and smiles beneath the sin
GodFather knows
how to wrap it within
Lines of smoke and the breaths
of guitars

davids
10-18-2006, 03:07 AM
Rivana sits alone
no one to write her pome
so I shall try to say what cannot be said
but say it shall I so

Rivana of trust
Rivana of lusts, a lady with deep and much more
she does have some fun
but likes her succumb
to passion, truth and aplomb

K1P1
10-18-2006, 06:05 AM
davids

Red, mostly red
That's what I think
Thoughtful indeed
Words plumbing unexpected depths
Profundity in play again, and again
Quick connotations broadcast in jest
Thick with meaning

A plural poet
in a singular shell

P.H.Delarran
10-18-2006, 07:15 AM
She sits
with sticks
twisting yarn
fashionably

She ponders
her words wander
spinning yarns
delicately

She charms
She warms
our hearts with
her friendship

Our friend
Amusing and clever
Maggie

Rivana
10-18-2006, 02:28 PM
Friendly and fun
she's the lady with class
Puttering with her garden,
a motherly hand
All that we need
is a crown,
we condede
That one who wants no power
is really a queen

davids
10-18-2006, 10:17 PM
Rivana jumped
up and down
smashed her crown into the ground
how could you
why should you
never mind I'll just write you a poem
to crush you and smash you
but love you and cherish
I'll prose you to death with my wit
the poem must surely acquit

Godfather
10-18-2006, 10:17 PM
i never knew
lobsters could
put together
such brilliant
poems.

K1P1
10-19-2006, 07:52 AM
Hwat, great Godfather!
Wielder of words, fashioner of phrases
O'erarching the oceans, witty in writing.
How comes he, youthful in years
So wise in wordchoice? We listen with longing,
Wishful with wonder. Time passes tedious
Until all at once, youth escapes after years
Of patient repose. Diploma delivered;
Education is ended. Free to finally
Look to the literary. Poems and prose are
Published with pleasure, devoured with delight!

[Don't ask me why this came out in pseudo-Icelandic/Anglo-Saxon form. I couldn't manage any true kennings, but no one would have understood them anyway. :)]

davids
10-19-2006, 05:56 PM
Dear Heart K1P1
fead her lobster spinach
filled it so full of garlic and such
it blew up right in her face

She writes poetry right
although she doubts
few lines never to work
since joy is in us
at reading her stuff
please don't worry
oh green cousin of mine

Godfather
11-01-2006, 09:54 PM
davids-is-a-great-poet-and-a-great-hyphenater

davids
11-01-2006, 10:11 PM
God when I think of Timothy Dylan and co
those times of yesterday when high was not just altitude
and guys could sit and toke a bit and think life was just, well, let it happen
times like those have disappeared, politically right has taken might
then along comes some young knight
and sits and contemplates
about towns and cities and all the pretties
and puts it all down and shares,
is youth what it is or a reborn Krebs
that G is not wearing a beret?
So he beats and walks with friends somewhere
and tries to figure em out
why does HE want to be my friend
that's cool he can try
and what's cooler?
He can!

DeborahM
11-01-2006, 10:35 PM
Before me is a lobster
a lyrical on at that
claws become maracas
while his tail drums out the beat
His antenni sway in time
happy in his world of prose
that makes others cheer and weep.

Shiraz
11-01-2006, 11:23 PM
So not into drama
The kind we all hate
But creative nuance
Spilling over her plate

Kitty’s happily napping
At her feet while she taps
On the keyboard before her
Then jumps on her lap

It’s hot there in Texas
Even though Fall is here
But Deborah stays cool
Talented author, it’s clear.

Ganesha
11-20-2006, 02:20 AM
So completely into vino
an evening drink she sips
increased creative juice
thus changing her fate

She’s discriminatingly tasting
a crystal glass in each hand
whirling inky fluid
aromatic syrah

her internal heat’s arising
dew sweats the grape
cooling glances arrive
goodness it's her Fall!

Beyondian
11-20-2006, 02:34 AM
A name, Ganesha,
Three syllables, three vowels
ending in a whisper

Rivana
11-22-2006, 01:29 AM
Beyondian looks
beyond the world of humans
to a life divine.

// GF my sweet, here's your chance, hope you manage in time. *hugs*

Godfather
11-22-2006, 02:59 AM
rivana, rivano
her signature once
mentioned a piano.
rivana, noble swede
marvellous poet,
who likes to read.
rivana, rivasses
that rivana, who's
avatar wears glasses.


quite a silly poem really my dear, but i couldn't bear to delete it. it is about you after all, it would be a crime.

davids
11-22-2006, 03:15 AM
So surf do I on these boards
and never more partake
well maybe just a little bit
when I see Rivana's name

She has told us that
she is dark of heart
and her poetry does sometimes
be dark, be deep, from inside the shadows
yet sunbeams flick inside as well.

Though her smile is secret
I am sure I know
that when Rivana smiles
it makes cold hearts jump and glow

So this I tell you friend or foe
the truth is when she smiles or frowns
you do not have to wonder why
if real if feigned or trite
our Rivana writes her truth and so
she lets us share her heart her soul!


yet dear Rivana smiles in light!

so sorry G beat me to it but it was nice to write one about Rivana so I am glad dispite my late night fright!

davids
11-22-2006, 03:18 AM
G a poet beatnic kid
that writes and wears his soul aloud
kinda nice to see him beat his wits
to share his bright and witty chits

Rivana
11-22-2006, 05:22 AM
Daves, some days
are just like you.
They live and love
and laugh like you do.
Other days our Daves
feel down -
lost the sparkle,
lost the crown.
But every day
our Dave will be
the best of gentlemen
you'll see.
Daves are meant
for writing out
the things that others
only talk about.
Be it darker than the night,
be it brighter than the light
Dave will say what's on his mind -
and even if you're blind,
you'll see, in time
Daves are great
to have around.

Beyondian
11-23-2006, 12:44 AM
Rivana, poet
Watching through
avatar's spectacles
the world turning
over - light, dark,
Multifaceted imagery
My only regret is
I do not know her better

P.H.Delarran
11-23-2006, 10:46 AM
Some days
life is simple
it's easy to slide across
ice that is freshly smoothed

Twenty-four hours hold
so much possibility

Some days
life is arduous
unseen creases catch a toe
knees crash against crystal cool

Twenty-four hours carry
so much turbulence

Some hearts
project fortitude
anticipating need
defining purpose

Some stories
give hope
borrowing joy
until a new day dawns

Twenty-four hours hold
so much promise
in the utterings of
our Troubadour
Beyondian

Beyondian
11-28-2006, 02:17 AM
Ah, muse of fire tumultous bred,
Glance but on our pens, they catch aflame
A circle of poetry crowns thy head
Speaking forth their prose when you do speak your name

And from thy eyes spark thunderous rains
Falling with inspiring dew towards the ground
Moistening every writer's thirsty veins
With heated inspiration's heady wounds

Still walk thou here, soft and serene
And leave not thy humble followers
But stay most, thou muse and queen
With P.H. Dellarran, thy words be hers

And with this plea my humble sonnet ends
That muse with muse should be friends.

dahmnait
11-28-2006, 05:04 AM
for Beyondian
only haiku will suffice
the muse, short and sweet

truelyana
12-24-2006, 09:47 AM
dahmnait is one man ape

P.H.Delarran
12-30-2006, 12:21 PM
Truelyana
peers into the primitive heart
clever caricaturist

Stew21
12-30-2006, 06:04 PM
delicate flavored heat
of warm spiced
words,
liquid coolness
of metaphor, dripping
like icicles in spring
tantalizing tingles
top them;
her alliterations.
her poetry,
a tasty treat.

P.H.Delarran
12-31-2006, 01:54 AM
Trish

Most are content
with obvious beauty,
a bronzing leaf
a well formed rose
pretty images in a poem;
Nature’s prizes on display

Who turns the leaf
And traces the veins
Intricate pipelines
Carrying vital essence

Who plucks the petals
And caresses the delicate Stamen
Admiring its carnal purpose

Who studies the missing words
And sees the Poet’s heart
Knowing what could have been said

Who gives to us a gilded mirror
Magically reflecting
her own caste of beauty
onto our image

K1P1
01-12-2007, 04:14 AM
P H D
three syllables open to intepretation
Philosophical Doctor of letters?

letters sifting down lightly
sparkling consonants coating ideas
vowels voice their jewelled tones

letters Piled Higher and Deeper
in drift upon drift of meaning
wonderland of words brought to life

Cath
01-12-2007, 04:50 AM
knit one
pearl one
repeating knots
patterns emerge
straightforward really

davids
01-12-2007, 06:31 AM
Cath has a cat'n a hat
a smile to lite up a town
with charm and reknown
she sometimes acts as a clown
but always has love in her heart!

K1P1
01-12-2007, 03:33 PM
Davids is creepy that's true
But there's something that only he knew
Submerge him in water
So cold that he oughter
Freeze, then he'll only turn blue.

KTC
01-12-2007, 03:41 PM
Maggie knits books into language
makes sense of the ball of yarn
that yearns to be a sweater,
takes knitted hieroglyphics
and arms her readers with needles
deadly, to carve their new knowledge
into eventualities of warmth.

Stew21
01-12-2007, 10:28 PM
clasped-hand steeple
and a bow
to the word wizard -
moonshine moodswings
memory maker,
melancholy master.
Poet Sensei.
He is a weaver
with threads of magic
and light
the taste of flight,
winged and wicked.
His readers lose the line
between own truth
and the one he created;
wrapped in cloak,
new word wishes,
soaked in ether
of what lies between
and placed
in the heart;
disguised as
repressed memory,
new thought and
same feeling;
voodoo dejavu.
stand straight
and smile
when he takes
your hand
with no fear
as he leads you
to cliff's edge.
Hold tight,
breathe in
let your full lungs burn!
jump
and fly.

dclary
01-12-2007, 10:32 PM
stew

if she knew
how simple
and how perfect
she is
she would be
simply perfect

KTC
01-13-2007, 12:37 AM
dclary, dclary,
i bet you think
this poem is about you.
You're a swell guy
i know this to be true,
but the heaven above you,
the wondrous angel
with the glowing wingspan
of doves--
she's the one I want to praise.
Trishka tells a tale
in poetics strong enough
to knock the socks
off the dead--dclary is swell
but Trishka forces tears
to trace this aging poet's
blushing cheeks.
So, Clary-D, have your day,
dance if you may, or wish,
just wave
to the one above you
along the way--
she's my poison
for today.

dclary
01-13-2007, 12:46 AM
a haiku will do
I should say it suffices
to agree with you

Stew21
01-13-2007, 01:13 AM
KTC and DClary

for the smile
and soul
in the words today
i can only say,
thank you both,
you shining and true,
wordsmiths for
the sweets you've given me.
I'm blessed to have
your good opinions
and cherish
the words
you offered to me.
So in return,
I give
a bow
and wink
to
my sensei
and
a wave
and boo
to
my ghost.

davids
01-13-2007, 01:22 AM
Trish has made us blush
a thrush of love is she
a happy lady
to help a May Day
and smile our boo boo's away!

K1P1
01-13-2007, 01:33 AM
A blushing lobster is a delicious thing
Flaming red crustacean
Hides sweet white pearlescent flesh
Trembling with desire
I lay aside my pick and cracker
Delay my gratification until after the next poem is complete

davids
01-13-2007, 01:36 AM
Maggie knit my heart together
for it truly needs your skill and care
it sometimes feels like taffy pull
till your sweet kraft
fulfills the pull

Stew21
01-27-2007, 06:19 PM
He wears a lobster,
red,
lets it say
he's crusty
rusty,
but I believe
our lobster friend
is red
because his heart
is on his sleeve.
courageous.
thoughtful.
honest
and the red one
blushes pink
when a kind word
is sent his way.

dahmnait
02-13-2007, 08:13 AM
Surrounded in auburn and gold
They walk, hand in hand
Head on shoulder
And she observes,
From behind, she observes
A quiet solitude
A bonding of men and boys,
Father and sons.
She has no fear that
She, apart,
Is separated by gender
By distance, by choice.
She has no fear,
For she feels the love flow
As the shutter snaps,
And the moment is captured.

Stew21
02-13-2007, 08:59 PM
I'm in a huge rush at work so can't write one right now. I'm sorry, so I'm just out of turn and messing up the flow to say Thank you Tammy, and here's that picture:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/watstew2/walking.jpg

Godfather
04-08-2007, 10:23 PM
trish.

you used to have some gall,
to be so cheeky to me and all.
but soon you 'came sweet
a stew, good enough to eat.
and that's how we all see you,
that how we see you girl.

you wrote a poem for me,
wrote how i slammed the keys.
you got into the soul of a man,
and here's where the rhyme stops.

keep smiling,
do us good, do us proud.
you always do.

Rivana
04-11-2007, 05:50 PM
I got a spurt of inspiration today
and then I saw your name,
and I thought:
Godfather, I think
you're an inspiration
all on your very own.
So young and strong and
full of song.
Baby believe me,
everyone can see;
you're going places, man.
If you want to.

davids
04-11-2007, 06:17 PM
Spurts purts and pinky dinky
Rivana is sure not a stinky
gone for a while
just to see her big smile
in witty suitable jibes
will sit my old butt
in formidable jutt
to see her sweet tootsies
walk on my petooties
she sings with coyful deny
and brings us her love on the fly


Hell it is early-been up all night and it is the best little luvvy dovey poem I can write to show a friend she is welcome home-beat me with a Petunia if you must-nice to see you dear heart!

scarletpeaches
04-14-2007, 06:18 AM
davids is a lobster, scarlet as my name,
crimson as the blood I shed when crying out your name.
His carapace, unbroken; toughened like the shell
I grew around my cold, dead heart when crawling through this hell.
These words I offer humbly, knowing they could never
melt the ice around your heart. If only I was clever,
I'd write a love song for you, my words just couldn't fail,
but davids is a lobster and there's a sting in your tail.

Rivana
04-14-2007, 12:39 PM
Scarlet for the feelings,
the blood that boils,
indignation.
Peaches for the sweet,
the beloved dreams,
contemplation.
Together they make
a person of complex mind,
a lady of stubborn will
to know herself.
Scarletpeaches,
a contented grace,
when she sits alone
by the fireplace.


***

Well, that's my theory at least. ;-)

Luke flees the scene
04-14-2007, 06:45 PM
Rivana walks through the shadows
The darkness she fights,
Whispering on her shoulders
Ignoring it fails,
Provoking it worse
There's really no chance of defeating it
But that's what courage is

P.H.Delarran
04-11-2009, 10:51 AM
'life flies,' said the wingless ant
steadily he followed his brother
as he traveled, head to the ground

today's load was not heavy
but empty hands will be scolded
and he wished for wings

something tittered above him
vibrating tones he's never heard
what strange creature lurks above?

his path suddenly blocked
but this hill he climbs willingly
better than wings, this ride

alone on the ledge he looks out
a vastness beyond his comprehension
'life flies,' he said, to no one there
---

this was such a fun thread for a bit, thought I'd bump it and see if any of the more recent poets here wanted a go.