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12/06/2005 01:01:01 PM · #426 |
VERY nice, great/small. I think I may retire from this exercise lOL.
R. |
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12/06/2005 01:03:09 PM · #427 |
Originally posted by Artan:
I have tried a slightly different approach...
Photgraph by cpanaioti
Dreaming
Yesterday, I was that child,
running through the grass,
laughter all around me,
hoping this would last.
Yesterday, I was that student,
mortar board clutched firm,
full of celebration,
completing the final term.
Yesterday, I was that man,
a new child in my arms,
her mother lay beside me,
I am excited yet strangely calm.
I still dream of yesterday,
father, husband, student, child,
things all seemed so simple then,
the summers warm and autumns mild.
Now, in the winter of my life,
the future seems unclear,
I still dream of yesterday,
it̢۪s tomorrow that I fear. |
Very nice. Thank you.
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12/06/2005 01:09:41 PM · #428 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
VERY nice, great/small. I think I may retire from this exercise lOL.
R. |
Don't even joke like that! ;)
I'm dying to see what you come up with next. This thread, and your work are pure inspiration. |
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12/06/2005 01:41:47 PM · #429 |
Here's Lesley's. I'm afraid it isn't very good, but I couldn't get where i wanted to go with this one. It's sort of a wannabe sonnet, but the rhyme scheme is atypical. "English Sonnet" should be abab, cdcd, efef, gg where this is xbxb, xdxd, xfxf, gg. If anyone cares :-)
River of Sand
I remember rivers in my roots,
the Old Tree groaned, and how I drank and grew.
I remember birds at rest, the way
they sang dusk down, and slept the long night through.
I remember reaching for the dawn
as clouds of birds took flight across the sun,
reveling in their freedom, knowing they
would soon return, sure as the day was done.
I and my brothers held the desert back
three hundred years and more, and life was sweet,
until the river changed her course, and sand
flowed in the water's place, and waves of heat
stole all my life and left me gaunt and spare,
etched against dunes, a ghost in desert air.
*****
Robt.
Message edited by author 2005-12-06 13:42:20. |
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12/06/2005 01:44:57 PM · #430 |
Originally posted by taterbug:
Maybe one of these can inspire someone?
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Door.
Questions.
Steps?
Bush?
Angry.
Brother.
Out.
Push.
Please forgive me for this;) And nobody let it stop them from using this nice image for a real poem. On that note, I must depart this addictive thread and get some work done!
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12/06/2005 01:45:29 PM · #431 |
This is such an inspirational thread. Thankyou all so much!!
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12/06/2005 01:47:04 PM · #432 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
Here's Lesley's. I'm afraid it isn't very good, but I couldn't get where i wanted to go with this one. It's sort of a wannabe sonnet, but the rhyme scheme is atypical. "English Sonnet" should be abab, cdcd, efef, gg where this is xbxb, xdxd, xfxf, gg. If anyone cares :-)
River of Sand
I remember rivers in my roots,
the Old Tree groaned, and how I drank and grew.
I remember birds at rest, the way
they sang dusk down, and slept the long night through.
I remember reaching for the dawn
as clouds of birds took flight across the sun,
reveling in their freedom, knowing they
would soon return, sure as the day was done.
I and my brothers held the desert back
three hundred years and more, and life was sweet,
until the river changed her course, and sand
flowed in the water's place, and waves of heat
stole all my life and left me gaunt and spare,
etched against dunes, a ghost in desert air.
*****
Robt. |
The master returns! Awesome Robert. |
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12/06/2005 02:35:12 PM · #433 |
Now here's JPR's. I kind of ran out of steam at the end on this one. I'll probably have to rework it at it some point, but it's been a lot of fun :-)
Philosophers
(with a sly dig at Jeff and this "construction" of his :-)
"We build because we must," my neighbor said,
one day when we were standing at the cove,
watching the sun slip down behind great stacks
of rock and cloud, "but what does building prove?"
"Take old Jeff, there, his back turned to the light,
sheaving nails and boards against the sea:
who will remember him when he is gone?
Will his dock last?" I said, "Don't look at me!
"I'm not a man that ponders overmuch
the heavy side of things." He cracked a can
of Henry Weinhardt's brew, and with a grunt
of mild disapproval, he began
philosophizing yet again: "Suppose
a sudden storm should sweep in from the west
and wash each board of old Jeff's work away
all of an instant; would that be a 'test',
or just rude nature crushing without care?
What does it mean to build, and to go back
to building yet again when all you've done's
been swept away?" "My God, man, that's a black
perception you are offering!" I cried.
"Don't look to me for answers. I'm content
to watch the sunset with you, and don't give
a flying fart to know what something 'meant'!"
"Then you're a pimple on God's ass!" he yelled,
draining the can and turning to the breeze;
"A thoughtless man is like no man at all;
he's just some flotsam any wave can seize,
"driven by any storm, drifting on every tide:
build nothing and be nothing's what that does.
A man must overcome, or he becomes,
little by little, less than what he was,
"until, when God's last trump sounds over him,
he's less than nothing, less than mist in air!"
I looked at him, and shrugged, and turned away
muttering as I did "I just don't care!
"I'm easy as I am, and I'm convinced
that no amount of worrying at things
too vast to comprehend could ever gain
me one small comfort, or an angel's wings."
Robt.
Message edited by author 2005-12-06 18:39:23. |
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12/06/2005 04:39:35 PM · #434 |
Where we at re: images in the works?
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12/06/2005 04:54:09 PM · #435 |
Originally posted by jsas:
Photo by Joshua Gordon
"Petunias"
The basket is the glory of the yard
with petunias in full bloom.
They are the fruits of hard work,
having been carefully plucked and groomed.
The blossoms only last so long,
an array of comfort they send.
Enjoy them now while you may,
before their season's end. |
Jeff, sorry it has taken me so long to get back to this thread. Yet, it was a pleasant return and I greatly enjoyed your poem for my picture. I have changed the title and added it to the description of the image... of course with credit to you for the poem. Thanks again!
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12/06/2005 04:56:07 PM · #436 |
Incredible Bear. I can't imagine a more fitting poem. What a vernacular poet! Let me know if you want to work out any kinks in it before I post it with my photo. I'm also thinking about making some sort of presentation of the image and poem together to give as holiday gifts if that's alright with you.
Thank you again |
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12/06/2005 04:58:52 PM · #437 |
Originally posted by JPR:
Incredible Bear. I can't imagine a more fitting poem. What a vernacular poet! Let me know if you want to work out any kinks in it before I post it with my photo. I'm also thinking about making some sort of presentation of the image and poem together to give as holiday gifts if that's alright with you.
Thank you again |
Go ahead and post, you can always change it if I do. Feel free to use it as you've described. You may remove the italicized sub-title for that :-)
R.
Message edited by author 2005-12-06 16:59:29. |
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12/06/2005 05:00:29 PM · #438 |
| Can't believe I've missed this thread with all the inspirational and gifted souls. Don't mind me, I'm just catching up reading all the lovely verses. |
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12/06/2005 05:00:49 PM · #439 |
Anyone want to take a shot at this one. It's a picture of my younger sister. My mother loves this picture and I would love to be able to add a poem from some of the masters around here. I was thinking I would give it to my mother as a christmas gift if the poet would allow it... thanks!
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12/06/2005 05:05:26 PM · #440 |
Originally posted by res0m50r:
Anyone want to take a shot at this one. It's a picture of my younger sister. My mother loves this picture and I would love to be able to add a poem from some of the masters around here. I was thinking I would give it to my mother as a christmas gift if the poet would allow it... thanks! |
I'll poem it IF you 'shop the shine off her nose first, OK? And tell me a bit about hwat she's like, since you're gonna "mom" this poem. Left to my own devices I'd poem her stubborn and willfull and fiery and just a total, absolute handful, based on the pic :-)
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12/06/2005 05:06:14 PM · #441 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
Go ahead and post, you can always change it if I do. Feel free to use it as you've described. You may remove the italicized sub-title for that :-)
R. |
Thanks.
I've added it to the photographers note. Can't remember how to code it so that the title is bold and your name will link to your profile. I'll fix that later, gotta run and go study a bit now... |
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12/06/2005 06:10:57 PM · #442 |
[quote=bear_music] Now here's JPR's. I kind of ran out of steam at the end on this one. I'll probably have to rework it at it some point, but it's been a lot of fun :-)
Philosophers
(with a sly dig at Jeff and this "construction" of his :-)
In the simplicity of my mind, what are you digging for Robt? |
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12/06/2005 06:14:01 PM · #443 |
Originally posted by jsas:
[quote=bear_music] Now here's JPR's. I kind of ran out of steam at the end on this one. I'll probably have to rework it at it some point, but it's been a lot of fun :-)
Philosophers
(with a sly dig at Jeff and this "construction" of his :-)
In the simplicity of my mind, what are you digging for Robt? |
Well, you BUILT this thread, right? Does it MEAN anything? etc etc, note the "old man jeff" building and having swept away... Hey, it was a starting point! Did you like the POEM? I'm bery proud of it, all in all; it flowed out as-is, unedited, over a 15-minute span :-)
R. |
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12/06/2005 06:21:09 PM · #444 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
Originally posted by jsas:
[quote=bear_music] Now here's JPR's. I kind of ran out of steam at the end on this one. I'll probably have to rework it at it some point, but it's been a lot of fun :-)
Philosophers
(with a sly dig at Jeff and this "construction" of his :-)
In the simplicity of my mind, what are you digging for Robt? |
Well, you BUILT this thread, right? Does it MEAN anything? etc etc, note the "old man jeff" building and having swept away... Hey, it was a starting point! Did you like the POEM? I'm bery proud of it, all in all; it flowed out as-is, unedited, over a 15-minute span :-)
R. |
I really like it, but > OLD MAN Jeff? I am just a young pup. LOL just giving you a hard time. That frisky poem really got you going. YAY! |
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12/06/2005 06:35:48 PM · #445 |
Originally posted by res0m50r:
[quote=jsas]
Jeff, sorry it has taken me so long to get back to this thread. Yet, it was a pleasant return and I greatly enjoyed your poem for my picture. I have changed the title and added it to the description of the image... of course with credit to you for the poem. Thanks again! |
You are welcome Joshua. |
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12/06/2005 06:56:06 PM · #446 |
Great job great/small on 'Five Stages'. Very nice :-)
and the 'Rusty Door' is a cool display of yet another style!
thank-you :-) |
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12/06/2005 07:26:02 PM · #447 |
Ok here are the pics needing poems. Any other poets out there? There is plenty of room for inspiration. Jeff
    
Message edited by author 2005-12-06 19:28:41. |
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12/06/2005 09:30:53 PM · #448 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
Originally posted by res0m50r:
Anyone want to take a shot at this one. It's a picture of my younger sister. My mother loves this picture and I would love to be able to add a poem from some of the masters around here. I was thinking I would give it to my mother as a christmas gift if the poet would allow it... thanks! |
I'll poem it IF you 'shop the shine off her nose first, OK? And tell me a bit about hwat she's like, since you're gonna "mom" this poem. Left to my own devices I'd poem her stubborn and willfull and fiery and just a total, absolute handful, based on the pic :-)
R. |
I've staked a provisional claim on this one :-0 All he has to do is powder her nose...
R. |
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12/06/2005 09:45:53 PM · #449 |
Ok...here's my story for a poem....Gary is serving time for a mistake he made when he was young. He’s a changed manâ€Â¦he’s not the same person he was when he went in. His 12 year old son has never known his dad outside the prison walls. His family has stuck by him throughout his incarceration. He’s been lonely and depressed, but now that we’ve fallen in love, his outlook on life has totally changed. We talk on the phone and write letters almost daily. He’s become a major person in my life, and even though we haven’t physically met yet, I know him better than any person I’ve ever known. He has about 2 years left to go. He comes from a family of coal miners, which is what he plans to do when he gets out. I will be flying to see him in May. We’re both nervous and scared about actually meeting, but I have no doubt in my mind that he’s my soulmate.
(I'm sending a picture through your email address because I can't figure out how to attach it here.)
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12/06/2005 09:46:41 PM · #450 |
Jeff and Robert
You both wrote beautiful poems for my friend Stuart who had lost his wife Mary.
He was in total awe and so pleased when I gave the poetry to him. He wanted me to convey his thanks to you both. He can't believe that total strangers would give him such a gift.
This is what I did with Roberts poem. I purchased a print from DPC prints, printed the poem on the photo and framed it
I have a copy of the card I made with Jeff's poem at work and will post it later.
Stuart is totally anti-computer and doesn't do email but he asked if I could get your snail mail addresses so he could write to you both to personally thank you. If you are agreeable to that you could PM them to me. (Thanks for sending your's Robert)
Thanks so much, again
Faye
Message edited by author 2005-12-06 22:28:00.
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