A place we can post our poetry and writing. Got a blog piece to share? Have an article on a specific issue you have written? Post it here for other members of the forum to see. I look forward to reading your posts and sharing mine. Thanks B.larset
The man said,: but see me once and see the way I feel. Online here or was it another place. Same ID? Pms? Contacts list? These places at times have the same traces. And put me in a gloom to search my mood to move and feel for the new. Maybe back to the old , or is it a fresher bold? Dancers here step to quick? Nah to slow? My partners getting old. I need relief Ive lost my belief. Should I bolt like a thief? Oh hell just leave! Hustlers and shills, whiners and -players for real. Takes a bunch to make a place, even in moderation. Ah-that may be an over generalization. Then again whats the alteration an altercation? Management knows. When the floor is new or clear and the moods right- then god! The dancings so nice. Threads flow like wine and drinking Its so fine. Besting ourselves. Watching and waiting -finding needing, breeding our thoughts. And posting in jubilation. Together or never again. The lonely only need apply. Why? Everybody knows the dancing can be so fine. Two as one- that sort a thing. Get all dressed up with your special bling- an dinga linga ring, make your image sing.   Learn the forums decorum. Get a clue and state your passions.Defend your position with logic and thought backed by ration. And less with exaggeration or insensitive gyration. Weathered and seasoned tempered with reason. See who reacts. Defend the attacks! Keep track to warrant the payback. Foster your patience and ignore your excitations and build your relations. And grow your reputation.
I used to write poems a lot (years ago) and I have some favorites written by others. Recently the subject came up with some other members, so I thought it would be nice to have a place where we can all share either favorite poems written by others (watch the copyrights- NAME the authors!) and / or,... share one of your own writing. This is a poem that was written in caligraphy and hung on my grandmothers livingroom wall through my childhood. I used to think my mother wrote it (she died when I was a baby); It was in her handwriting and was really nicely done. I only recently found it elsewhere on the net. "WHO, in his chosen realm of art... Sings a new song, or plants a tree. Becomes, himself, a living part... Of Earth's creative majesty." -Cora A. Matson Dolson Enjoy!
Haiku by a Cat Lamp shatters on floor Ive been having so much fun Why are you crying? I show you my love And since Im a great hunter This rat is for you.
What style is your writing style called B. Larset? I've seen a lot of poems lately written in that style. Is it just called "freestyle?" - Chuz
Combining the two; "why did the chicken cross the road?" Answered with a limerick. Why? A chicken about to be sold escaped, then ran cross' the road it didn't quite make it The finder could bake it But breaded and fried, I was told! --Chuz Life 7/25/09 Another one; This Lim-er-ick ends at line 4 and It's meant to convey My thoughts in a way,... that doesn't require four more! --Chuz Life 7/24/09
The Soldiers Prayer "And When He Gets To Heaven, To Saint Peter He Will Tell; One More Marine Reporting Sir, I've Served My Time In Hell" Marine Grave inscription on Guadalcanal, 1942
I wrote this song to the tune of Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! the last autumn that Bush was still in office and when Congress was considering the bailouts. Oh the stock markets acting frightful To see the greed-fest end delightful So we shouldnt pay for their bail Let em fail, letem fail, let em fail. It doesnt show any signs of stopping And the taxpayers ire is popping Why not let justice prevail Let em fail, letem fail, let em fail. When they finally turn off the lights Cause no one can pay their bill Will they finally have insight That the people have had our fill. The economy is slowly dying And people have stopped their buying So throw the greedy ones in jail Let em fail, letem fail, let em fail.
It's the Soldier Charles M. Province A protest raged on a courthouse lawn, Round a makeshift stage they charged on, Fifteen hundred or more they say, Had come to burn a Flag that day. A boy held up the folded Flag, Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag. An OLD MAN pushed through the angry crowd, With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud. His uniform jacket was old and tight, He had polished each button, shiny and bright. He crossed that stage with a soldier's grace, Until he and the boy stood face to face. "FREEDOM OF SPEECH", the OLD MAN said, "Is worth dying for, good men are dead, So you can stand on this courthouse lawn, And talk us down from dusk to dawn, But before any Flag gets burned today, This OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!! My father died on a foreign shore, In a war they said would end all war. But Tommy and I wasn't even full grown, Before we fought in a war of our own. And Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach, In the shadow of a hill he couldn't quite reach Where five good men raised this Flag so high, That the WHOLE WORLD COULD SEE IT FLY. I got this bum leg that I still drag, Fighting for this same old Flag. Now there's but one shot in this old gun, So now it's time to decide which one, Which one of you will follow our lead, To stand and die for what you believe? For as sure as there is a rising sun, You'll burn before this Flag burns, son. Now this riot never came to pass. The crowd got quiet and that can of gas, Got set aside as they walked away To talk about what they had heard this day. And the boy who had called it a "dirty rag", Handed the OLD SOLDIER the folded Flag. So the battle of the Flag this day was won By a tired OLD SOLDIER with a rusty gun, Who for one last time, had to show to some, THIS FLAG MAY FADE, YET THESE COLORS DON'T RUN
Someone toss up a subject and all of us (that want to) can write a poem about it. (Not abortion please)
A Dream Edgar Allan Poe In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
What I like to do is find a rhythm like in a song. I stay kind of close to that. One thing I started doing is I use songs - I will listen to the same song the whole time I write so my mood and the tempo of the words stay close to what I originally started with. My mood will adjust to fit the music most times and that will dictate how my writing is. In Forum Dancers Chuz I opened the poem with words from the song, "Dont let the sun go down on Me", I was listeneing to that while I wrote it. Another interesting note is that Forum Dancers started as a PM to someone. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meter_(poetry)
Who knew? Who knew that anyone would ever put that much effort into the analysis of poems and poetry? Holy Sh....
Wow.. Look at the rhythm in that baby..Its really thought provoking and so true amazing. Thanks Luna.
Alone Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
It gets deeper! I was amazed at some of the study they have on works like Shakespears. I am looking at these next- Sonnets. I have a poem done I experimented with word association in it. And using one line phrases of eight lines each using the same word that in each verse add up to a message in the poem. "This Morning A Devotion". In my signature is part of a verse from it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet