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OK, I can't resist. I'm back to share another one :
Desert Rose
As I gazed upon it, I realized it was beautiful
The single rose growing up from the sand
Defiant color stood against the dismal sky
Amazed, I looked…I wanted…I felt…I loved.
Yes, I knew better than to claim the rose
Yes, I knew better than to even touch it
But I could stand a little way from it
And, from a safe distance, admire its splendor
But then, committing the most vulgar of sins–
I tried to share it with my closest friends,
Thinking they would understand how unique,
How rare the beauty of this lonely desert bloom.
They did not appreciate it at all–
Instead, they showed me only anger and fear.
Out of concern, they granted me a “favor”
And beat the flower back into the ground.
I didn’t know that the bloom was part of me
I didn’t know, until I was covered with sand.
Will they miss me, cradled in the choking earth–
A child in the arms of an abusive parent?
More importantly, will I forget the beauty of the bloom
Color standing defiantly against the dismal sky?
If a rose can bloom
In the hostile desert sands,
It can survive this.
Desert Rose
As I gazed upon it, I realized it was beautiful
The single rose growing up from the sand
Defiant color stood against the dismal sky
Amazed, I looked…I wanted…I felt…I loved.
Yes, I knew better than to claim the rose
Yes, I knew better than to even touch it
But I could stand a little way from it
And, from a safe distance, admire its splendor
But then, committing the most vulgar of sins–
I tried to share it with my closest friends,
Thinking they would understand how unique,
How rare the beauty of this lonely desert bloom.
They did not appreciate it at all–
Instead, they showed me only anger and fear.
Out of concern, they granted me a “favor”
And beat the flower back into the ground.
I didn’t know that the bloom was part of me
I didn’t know, until I was covered with sand.
Will they miss me, cradled in the choking earth–
A child in the arms of an abusive parent?
More importantly, will I forget the beauty of the bloom
Color standing defiantly against the dismal sky?
If a rose can bloom
In the hostile desert sands,
It can survive this.
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This is the best thing everWatcher55 wrote:Here's a lymerick, but I think the last line needs some work - but maybe not.
Today I downloaded a bad virus
Courtesy of a Trojan named Iris
She was so damn sure
I’d pay for a cure
But I cut off her frikken’ fingers
Mira - I am so tickled and impressed that you have a poem called "Ketchup." I think only you could have pulled it off so well
Everyone - These poems are wonderful I am the least of all poets, but I absolutely love reading these! How did we go so long without a thread like this?
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This is the only poem I haven't been completely embarressed by. I posted it during the A-Z Blog Challenge in April.
http://sommerleigh.com/archives/2837
Dig In - A villanelle
You are not a writer unless you write,
I tell these dreamers who want to pretend.
Live by day and write late into the night.
After each new Twilight we fight the flight
of green dreamers who do not comprehend-
You are not a writer unless you write.
No sure green light after endless rewrite
with butt in chair, ten-thousand words to spend-
Live by day and write late into the night.
The dream-road is long with no end in sight
upon beyond “the dark and stormy” wend.
You are not a writer unless you write.
Become immortal beneath the starlight.
Seek adventure within the fiction penned.
Live by day and write late into the night.
Dreamer, stay! Keep fighting the wild fight.
Tell your story until you pen “The End.”
You are not a writer unless you write,
Live by day and write late into the night.
http://sommerleigh.com/archives/2837
Dig In - A villanelle
You are not a writer unless you write,
I tell these dreamers who want to pretend.
Live by day and write late into the night.
After each new Twilight we fight the flight
of green dreamers who do not comprehend-
You are not a writer unless you write.
No sure green light after endless rewrite
with butt in chair, ten-thousand words to spend-
Live by day and write late into the night.
The dream-road is long with no end in sight
upon beyond “the dark and stormy” wend.
You are not a writer unless you write.
Become immortal beneath the starlight.
Seek adventure within the fiction penned.
Live by day and write late into the night.
Dreamer, stay! Keep fighting the wild fight.
Tell your story until you pen “The End.”
You are not a writer unless you write,
Live by day and write late into the night.
May the word counts be ever in your favor. http://www.sommerleigh.com
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Here's my next try. This one is a cinquain poem.
.........................Words.........................
....................Profound Ideas....................
.............Express, Manifest, Realize.............
.............Words are visible thought..............
.........................Power.........................
.........................Words.........................
....................Profound Ideas....................
.............Express, Manifest, Realize.............
.............Words are visible thought..............
.........................Power.........................
"Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine."
~ Ludwig van Beethoven
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Okay, just coming up with this now, so it'll probably be horrible, but . . .
I'm lost.
I know the way back, but I'm so
Lost.
I know how I got this way, but I'm
Lost.
I'm choosing to stay here and saying I'm
Lost
Because it's easier to be
Lost
Than to find myself.
I'm lost.
I know the way back, but I'm so
Lost.
I know how I got this way, but I'm
Lost.
I'm choosing to stay here and saying I'm
Lost
Because it's easier to be
Lost
Than to find myself.
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I LOVE these. These are so awesome!!!! Who knew we had poets among us????
And polymath, medusa and sommer, thanks for your kind words about my Ketchup poem. I have to warn you, you'll only encourage me if you do that. I'm serious. I've been having some very poetic and lyrical thoughts lately about..........................mustard.
So, don't say I didn't warn you!
And polymath, medusa and sommer, thanks for your kind words about my Ketchup poem. I have to warn you, you'll only encourage me if you do that. I'm serious. I've been having some very poetic and lyrical thoughts lately about..........................mustard.
So, don't say I didn't warn you!
My blog: http://mirascorner.blogspot.com/
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The human condition and that nagging little voice we teach ourselves to ignore.Falls Apart wrote:Okay, just coming up with this now, so it'll probably be horrible, but . . .
I'm lost.
I know the way back, but I'm so
Lost.
I know how I got this way, but I'm
Lost.
I'm choosing to stay here and saying I'm
Lost
Because it's easier to be
Lost
Than to find myself.
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I'm dreadful with poetry but Sommer, I love your poem. Chills.
Great idea for a thread!
Great idea for a thread!
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If you're looking at me to discourage you, you've got the wroooooong gal. I support my condiments, and mustard is as worthy as they come.Mira wrote:I LOVE these. These are so awesome!!!! Who knew we had poets among us????
And polymath, medusa and sommer, thanks for your kind words about my Ketchup poem. I have to warn you, you'll only encourage me if you do that. I'm serious. I've been having some very poetic and lyrical thoughts lately about..........................mustard.
So, don't say I didn't warn you!
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Love. This.Sommer Leigh wrote:
You are not a writer unless you write,
Live by day and write late into the night.
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You know what condiment doesn't get enough poetry love? worcestershire sauce. I think it is because there is not a lot that rhymes with worcestershire. It's certainly not a word you see very often at slam poetry night.Mira wrote:I LOVE these. These are so awesome!!!! Who knew we had poets among us????
And polymath, medusa and sommer, thanks for your kind words about my Ketchup poem. I have to warn you, you'll only encourage me if you do that. I'm serious. I've been having some very poetic and lyrical thoughts lately about..........................mustard.
So, don't say I didn't warn you!
May the word counts be ever in your favor. http://www.sommerleigh.com
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Speaking of hard word to rhyme, how 'bout an additional challenge? Poetry about worcestershire sauce and oranges.Sommer Leigh wrote:You know what condiment doesn't get enough poetry love? worcestershire sauce. I think it is because there is not a lot that rhymes with worcestershire. It's certainly not a word you see very often at slam poetry night.Mira wrote:I LOVE these. These are so awesome!!!! Who knew we had poets among us????
And polymath, medusa and sommer, thanks for your kind words about my Ketchup poem. I have to warn you, you'll only encourage me if you do that. I'm serious. I've been having some very poetic and lyrical thoughts lately about..........................mustard.
So, don't say I didn't warn you!
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I suppose pronounciations of worcestershire matters: war-cest-a-shire, wis-ta-sure, or -shure or -shire? or some other dialects' pronounciations.
Gloucestshire might rhyme. Hampshire too. Sure rhymes with many dialects' worcestershire pronounciations.
Grunge rhymes in some dialects' pronounciations with orange. Lunge too. Drainage maybe. And so on. Some dialects pronounce orange ore-ainge. Some ore-enge. Stonehenge, woodhenge, challenge.
Slant rhymes don't have to be too 'tolerably far off either to nonetheless hit the mark.
There's a parlor game I know called Stinky Pinky. A challenger gives two clues. One a hint of a somewhat knowable, credible rhyming phrase, the other the number of syllables based on Stinky Pinky. Contestants then guess the answer. For example, smelly finger would be the hint for stinky pinky. A single weight, stink pink. One Ton. Stinkadilly pinkadilly. Stinkadidadility pinkadidadily, Stinky Pinky can on long road trips get artfully complicated.
Gloucestshire might rhyme. Hampshire too. Sure rhymes with many dialects' worcestershire pronounciations.
Grunge rhymes in some dialects' pronounciations with orange. Lunge too. Drainage maybe. And so on. Some dialects pronounce orange ore-ainge. Some ore-enge. Stonehenge, woodhenge, challenge.
Slant rhymes don't have to be too 'tolerably far off either to nonetheless hit the mark.
There's a parlor game I know called Stinky Pinky. A challenger gives two clues. One a hint of a somewhat knowable, credible rhyming phrase, the other the number of syllables based on Stinky Pinky. Contestants then guess the answer. For example, smelly finger would be the hint for stinky pinky. A single weight, stink pink. One Ton. Stinkadilly pinkadilly. Stinkadidadility pinkadidadily, Stinky Pinky can on long road trips get artfully complicated.
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I would like to point out that my Ketchup poem felt no need to descend to the level of mere rhyming.
However, I am inspired. And I feel very sad that worchestor sauce and oranges are left out.
Therefore, I shall write a tribute to the neglected condiments and fruits of this world. Behold!
TRIBUTE TO THE NEGLECTED CONDIMENTS AND FRUITS OF THIS WORLD
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Mira
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Oh how sad, the sauce that is Worchester!
It sits all alone at its micro-computerer
Hoping and wishing a poem would be twitterered
But no tweet is sung for our poor Mr. Worchester!!!!
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Rhyming is easy.
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I'll have to come back later with my tribute to an orange. My Worchester poem exhausted me.
However, I am inspired. And I feel very sad that worchestor sauce and oranges are left out.
Therefore, I shall write a tribute to the neglected condiments and fruits of this world. Behold!
TRIBUTE TO THE NEGLECTED CONDIMENTS AND FRUITS OF THIS WORLD
by
Mira
------------------------------------------------------------
Oh how sad, the sauce that is Worchester!
It sits all alone at its micro-computerer
Hoping and wishing a poem would be twitterered
But no tweet is sung for our poor Mr. Worchester!!!!
-----------------------------------------------------------
Rhyming is easy.
-----------------------------------------------------------
I'll have to come back later with my tribute to an orange. My Worchester poem exhausted me.
My blog: http://mirascorner.blogspot.com/
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We need a "clapping smiley"Mira wrote:I would like to point out that my Ketchup poem felt no need to descend to the level of mere rhyming.
However, I am inspired. And I feel very sad that worchestor sauce and oranges are left out.
Therefore, I shall write a tribute to the neglected condiments and fruits of this world. Behold!
TRIBUTE TO THE NEGLECTED CONDIMENTS AND FRUITS OF THIS WORLD
by
Mira
------------------------------------------------------------
Oh how sad, the sauce that is Worchester!
It sits all alone at its micro-computerer
Hoping and wishing a poem would be twitterered
But no tweet is sung for our poor Mr. Worchester!!!!
-----------------------------------------------------------
Rhyming is easy.
-----------------------------------------------------------
I'll have to come back later with my tribute to an orange. My Worchester poem exhausted me.
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