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Former Member
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bjbdbest (Beverly) of team Discovery suggested we establish a thread dealing with poetry. That I think is an excellent idea.
----------------------------------------Beverly herself writes poetry, and I hope she and many others will let us read their works. Others may want to share their favorite poem and maybe tell us, what it was about that one that touched their emotions at the time. Also a general discussion of poetry should be welcome. Well, anything goes within the topic of Poetry. Being Danish, I should like to share a Danish poem by Piet Hein (December 16, 1905-April 17, 1996) a scientist, mathematician, inventor, designer, author, and poet. Among many, many other things, he wrote these little poems called 'Grooks' full of subtle humour and insight. This one is to the point and very elegant in my opinion and worthy of a flip in your mind. Taking fun as simply fun and earnestness in earnest shows how thoroughly thou none of the two discernest [Edit 2 times, last edit by Former Member at May 24, 2011 5:07:57 AM] |
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bjbdbest
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little mermaid, your Danish poet, Piet Hein reminds me somewhat of Ogen Nash, an American poet known for his light verse.
----------------------------------------He loved to rhyme and was a great humorist...an example: The Shrimp by Ogden Nash A shrimp who sought his lady shrimp Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance. Anyone else care to chime in? |
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bjbdbest
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Alrighty then...here's a Monday quickie written while awaiting public transit...
---------------------------------------- If you stick to your conviction Brace yourself with slight restriction Slowly, slowly in time's womb Strength unfailing will find room To line the backbone of the spine "Objectivity" - in rhyme. |
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Former Member
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- while awaiting public transport, he-he
It's good. More, please, Beverly |
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Johnny Cool
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Aloha, bjbdbest and little mermaid!
----------------------------------------Aloha is a wonderful Hawaiian word that means both 'Hello' as well as 'Goodbye'. You have to really like those Hawaiians for that one. Such great and cool folks who know how to be so thoughtful and friendly.   Helpless He walked through fields of emerald green, Past hordes of great douglas firs, The rustling waters of a winding brook played It's sweet song of ages past. He climbed a craggy hill and there he sat. The sun touched him softly. Flights of sparrows Dotted azure blue skies, giving evidence to the Tranquil mood of nature this day. All around him was beauty. Down below lay Patches of daffodils and honey-suckle; The fragrant wind flushed his face. He arose and as if in a trance, stared into the heavens. His face grimaced, and he shook his fist at The Fates. A lonely tear escaped his eye. He trudged down the rocky path. How helpless a man without love. I wrote this when I was 17. Originally had written 'shook his fist at God' then changed it to 'shook his fist at The Fates', as I thought it sounded more logical to use mythical characters. No Deity can promise love. That is up to us!  |
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Pink Moose
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Robert Frost (A great New England Poet)
"The Road Not Taken:" Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iâ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
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bjbdbest
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Aloha Johnny Cool...Your youthful poem was filled with a young man's vision and quest for romance...I liked it!
----------------------------------------Thank you for sharing. @ Pink Moose...you beat me to it..."The Road Not Taken" is a favorite of mine and I was going to post it next. The poem describes the tough choices people need to make when traveling the road of life. Here's one I wrote long ago while on vacation: Tropicmania Uncertain meeting of the minds Brought about by tropic chance Began indifferent repartee And gamblers game of near romance. Palm and bamboo shrouded nite Drunk with languid make-believe Kisses sweeter than the air As only magic moments weave. Tomorrows hue is not the same How carelessly the dice were tossed Hold fast this tiny grain in time For memories gained can soon be lost. |
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Former Member
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It's so enjoyable to read your entries, be it others' or your own works.
This thread came off to a start better than I had expected, and that, I think, bodes well for it's future. Here is one: Mend Dead was my body My soul was in tatters I had to mend His body was silenced His soul was mangled He had to mend We looked at each other Recognized the pain The twinkle was baffling I had to mend I couldn't do this He had to mend He must do this He opened his arms His heart, his mangled soul He was so sweet I couldn't do this I had to mend He woke up my dead body I tinkered his mangled soul I couldn't do this I had to mend He must do this I had to mend I must do this |
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Johnny Cool
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I *really* like those poems, bjbdbest and little mermaid!
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Former Member
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Thank you, Johnny Cool.
I (we - dare I talk on behalf of you in this connection, Beverly?) like yours as well. You were 17 when you wrote the first you posted. You may have several to post from?  |
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