V. Poetic hymnV. Poetic hymn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While imagination takes shape,
At the bottom of a spirit, creativity,
Sometimes win by its originality,
Or the authenticity of pure feeling,
And touches the poetry of the heart.
With sound words,
About the wealth of the style,
The instinctive hatching of talent,
Made relive the purity of language,
Towards the correctness
where the rhythm harmonizes.
So be free in the expression,
Give to the writing an alchemy,
That touches the silence of a soul.
But under the impulses of moderation,
The shocking dreams are banned,
Such a sepulchre of an illustrious unknown artist,
Where the work dies on this ghost ship.
where we put down the intellect,
Papers are banished,
VI. PoetryVI. Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is the blood
That makes my veins spring
It is the life that escapes
In the big broth of my efforts
It is my way of behaving
To fight the hatred
It is to refuse to undergo
It is my human nature
It is my way to quiver
Words, like some tunes.
It will break its chains
These chains of incoherence
These chains of ignorance
These chains where from freedom
Out of our fearful wanderings
The exceptional appears
Flowers of unfaithful rows
Making the immanence spring
Smiling the reality
Far from the artillery which think
Of their subtleties
Impose our pace
Make roar out the rainbow
Because the intolerance
Who wants us so cruel
Because of our unconsciousness
We want to remain perpetual.
Cannot die the sufferings
But poetry makes it beautiful
Such an evidence
Such a watercolor
And the brushes which dance
On our lives sparks,
Make the consciousness shine
Of our individual
Clamors and silences
When nights hitch us
In our dreams o
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away
Already ThereIf one believesAlready There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oneself to be somewhere
Odds are he is already there
The chimpanzees experimentThe chimpanzees experiment9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An empty room with 5 chimpanzees. At the center, a ladder and a banana at the top.
When the first chimpanzee sees the banana and tries to climb the ladder to get the banana, a powerful stream of iced water is shot from the ceiling. The stream is powerful enough to make the chimpanzee falls. All five chimpanzees will try to get to the banana and fall under the iced stream of water. They will all give up at some point.
If we cut the water and replace a wet chimpanzee by a dry one, the moment he will enter the room the others will try to convince him to not climb the ladder. The new chimp will not understand and will try to get the banana. The only thing He sees is a group trying to keep the fruit for themselves. So He tries to get to the ladder but the 4 others retain him by force.
Another wet chimpanzee is replaced by a dry one. As soon as he enters the room, the first dry chimpanzee will jump on him punching him because He thinks it's the way to welcome new chimps. The new one will not
A FeelingA Feeling9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told you what I felt
I showed you my feelings
I opened my heart to you
And all you said was thanks
You read the poem I wrote
And told me it was Emotional
You showed it to your friends
they didn;t say a word
My friends told me
You write really nice
But you nor anyone else knows
thats how I feel Inside
I sometimes feel
you don't love me anymore
You don't care about me anymore
You don't feel my heart so sore
But I convince myself
What I think and feel is wrong
I don't listen to anyone
not even my heart
But sometimes I have to do what i feel
But now I can't even do that
for not even you
I am mixed up in my feelings
That I am running away from the truth
that I am running away from you
I am running away from everyone
Just my feelings are so mixed up
That I can't even tell you how I feel anymore
Life at SeaA life at seaLife at Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a life full of wonder
Hear the waves crashing
like distant thunder
Listen to the birds
their songs so sweet
And think of all the creatures
you are bound to meet
Beneath the cool sprays
of salty tears
Just jump right in and watch
as dry land disappears
But like a person
the sea changes it's mind
It goes from pleasant
to very unkind
The waves do their dance
that die with a boom
They simply warm up the stage
for the deadly monsoon
When the dance is done
all that's left is debris
A reminder of the dangers
of life at sea
But some people don't mind
they like it this way
They're the ones who live this life
each and every day
And most people don't know about this life
not you and not me
Until they've tried to live
life at sea
DecadenceYou live in decadence,Decadence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were raised
Dipped in ambrosia,
resting on clouds
of silk and satin
that caress every inch
with a lover's touch.
As humanity burns
outside your haven.
You are priestess
and god alike.
The world is your oyster,
you pluck it from the sea
in search of pearls.
Don't Tell MeDon't tell me you like meDon't Tell Me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me you fancy me
Don't tell me you need me
Don't tell me you love me
Just tell me you're with me
Take me by the hand
Embrace me in your life, my friend
Promise me you'll never leave
And I won't be alone forever more
I will know that there's still something to live for
The Treasures of Glaston 15The Treasures of Glaston 153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xv. Henry the King
WHEN Hugh reached the manor castle where King Henry and his train were said to be lodging, he clattered over the drawbridge and outer parade ground with considerable confidence. He passed through the great gate with some peasant folk who were bringing in supplies, and then proceeded alone to the inner gate, which admitted only noble guests and those, who had direct business with them. The porter who answered his ringing of the heavy metal gong, looked troubled, as well he might, for the sovereign of England was no easy guest for any manor lord to entertain, and before his none too friendly scrutiny, Hugh felt his self-assurance slipping away from him.
"What wouldst thou of the king?" the man asked, barring the boy's entrance with his broad bulk.
"I have a message for him," said Hugh, "which may be of grave importance, and I have also business with Maurice, the king's minstrel, and Sir Walter Mape."
"They be occupied, I have no doubt, all of them, and I know my
The Treasures of Glaston 13The Treasures of Glaston 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xiii. Royal guests
AFTER Easter the whole universe changed, or so it seemed to Hugh. The dreamy quietness, the sense of the closeness of the world of the spirit that had so pervaded the very air of the monastery, especially through the happenings of Holy Week, vanished suddenly and completely, and material matters became important again. It began when a richly caparisoned horse and messenger came clattering up to the main gate and announced that King Henry, his queen, and his court were even then upon their way to Glaston and would spend two days as guests of the abbot. His Majesty wished at that time to witness and take part in the shrining of the bones of King Arthur and Queen Guenevere, and to discuss many and sundry matters concerning the abbey with Father Robert.
The whole place was at once thrown into a state of preparation and confusion. It was like King Henry to give them so little warning! People who knew his ways said he frequently went to bed giving no hint of an
The Treasures of Glaston 6The Treasures of Glaston 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
vi. Who goes there?
"IT is the same script, the same sort of parchmentit has the same feel to it; there can't be any doubt," said Hugh positively.
He and Dickon were standing in the ancient graveyard outside the Old Church a few days after the exciting discovery of the over-written pages in the kitchen. They had compared:
minutely and carefully the parchments they had brought from the underground vault with those Hugh had in his hand, the line-drawing one which Brother John had given him, and a few others which he had secretly slipped out of the growing pile of pages scraped clean of their over-writing and declared by the monk authentic parts of the torn volume in the Painted Aumbry.
"And you say that if the missing pages of that old book are all recovered they might tell where the Holy Cup is hidden now? The very Cup that Our Lord Himself drank from?faith it is unbelievable!"
Dickon's eyes were round with wonder.
And the stories, Dickon," continued Hugh
Windshifter - PrologueWindshifter - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was dark-- the dead of night-- and would have been darker if not for the gas lamps that brightened irregular patches of earth and grass and tall buildings. One or two men in uniform walked about, their ears pricked and their green reptilian skin dappled by the lanterns. They did not notice the figure lurking through the shadows.
Sparktender crept by, pressed up against a wall that turned into a gate. He was moving slowly and methodically, taking pains to stay out of the light and not give himself away.
His imagination was not making it easy. Fragments of memories from his past pushed themselves to the front of his mind, but he shoved them away and forced himself to focus on the task at hand, using his own movement as a mantra. Slowly... slowly...
A twig underfoot. Sparktender froze midstep, watching helplessly as a nearby guard turned and looked straight into the shadows where
I Miss YouI see you smile asI Miss You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a melodic laugh
echoes through the trees
your face illuminates the
frenzied corners of my world
I grin, but
a roar leaves me
Underneath the forest's
leaf rug, a
pointed-toed beast with
dripping lead gray
rises and chases you away
Isolated once more
I stare at his trail of
blood-tinted A's raised to the third
and dotted half notes from nowhere
Untitled...for now :3Now this was just peachy.Untitled...for now :32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tino, a young gray fox, was just thrown into a small, wooden pen, along with two other animals, which she couldn't recognize due to the darkness in the place. Sniffing cautiously, she caught the scent of mexican wolf, and tiger. A cub, at that.
Narrowing her eyes disdainfully, she lept up to a small ledge in the pen, claws digging into the wood. The wolf looked up at her, cautiousness glittering in his amber eyes.
"What're you doing?" he growled, tail bushing. Tino chuckled.
"Being a gray fox. We're supposed to climb. Helps us get food, not like it's ever helped me before..." she muttered, tail swishing. "What does it matter to you?"
The wolf snorted.
"Canines aren't supposed to do that." he said cynically. "Only cats, like this cub here." He nudged the tiger in the process. "What's your name anyway?"
The tiger blinked nervously up at the large wolf.
"Coco." she squeaked.
The wolf laughed, a rumbling growl in the back of his throat.
"I'm Faustis. And I don't k
The JourneyThe Journey2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Many miles have passed
But still you fly
You don't know whare you're going to
Or where you will hide
You wish for nothing but to be somewhere
A place unknown to me
all i can do is staring at you in envy
As i witness how you flee
My branches wave in the wind
leafs became dead and dry
My roots are stuck in this wasteland
But still i wish to fly
Save me from this nightmare
where the cactus feeds on my tears
his shadow falls over my roots
my screams will never be heared
The wind takes my cries and lead them away
To a place far away from me, where all of them have gone astray.
Ol' Brave Charles RobereThe dusk begins to settleOl' Brave Charles Robere3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the sea of gold
The auburn glare of the sun
Lighting the course
Of the brave and bold
Tides turns to waves
And winds turn to storms
The trumpets of death
Sound the call to bring the dead
To Poseidon's throne.
Across the vast ocean
A boat sales alone
Carrying men of heart
The loyal crew feel danger
In their tired bones
Dirt on their faces
Rope burns on their hands
They fight the waters
With the hope
They will return to land
Led by their Captain
'Ol' Brave' Chares Robere
And swashbuckling extraordinaire
He steps out from his cabin
And stands proud upon the deck
His sword by his side
A smile bright and wide
Sailing on the verge of hell and heck
Captain Robere shows no fear
In that most dangerous of places
And his crew follow suit
Lacing up their boots
All putting on brave faces
The sea god grows with rage
And summons all his power
He summons the death
Robere draws a breath
As he faces his final hour
"Man the sails ya dogs
And hold on
Two SeasonsIvory skin and the fresh taste of apricot,Two Seasons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers that blossom and yet soon, forgot.
With winter, lives are cut away...
And yet, another year arrives in May.
Epiphanies of memories, rest deep within,
And though you may not be aware,
It's our choice to remember...
Young hearts so true and fair,
Until arrives yet another December.
1. "Have you ever dreamt of dying?"1.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The question seemed so plain, so laid back as the young girl laid it on the lunch room table, spread out like a deck of cards. She felt the eyes of her friends and peers shift to her, but stared ahead as if she didn't feel the pinpoints on her like red dots from guns. It fell mostly silent as her thoughtful, foggy jade eyes focused on the scratches on the surface of the white table.
No one really answered the question, but instead gave their own in their glances. She had been down all day, walking quietly in the halls and barely talking, though she laughed humorlessly at some point and shrouded her face with smiles. The girl beside her looked at her worriedly, green eyes sort of nervous, refusing the look at the question left unanswered by their small clique. "Why would you ask that, Ronnie..?" She asked her friend, brushing her light, reddish-brown hair away from her eyes as she leaned back away fro
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,And If There Is a God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet strings
His beautiful, ancient hate
And all-too-modern smile-
If He is there,
Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,
Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-
If He is there,
Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of children
And drain gates
And smiling politicians-
If He is there,
Then my pity is not for Him,
But for His.
I'm In Love With The NightI'm In Love With The Night1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Chilled air slips between my fingertips as the soft smell of night cuddles my olfactory senses. The distant chirp of cicadas drifts into my ears, as I climb into bed. The cool coverings below me, as I love the air that caresses my body so gently. My eyes close as my breathing deepens, my body sliding into a peaceful place for the remander of the beautiful night.