Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

This is a thread for readers and writers of poetry. You are welcome to join in this quiet room, but please respect a few rules that will assure that this thread is easy to read, loads quickly, and maintains the confidence of the poets and readers.

1. Only original poetry, please. All poems are the property of the posting poet. Please do not copy or reproduce in another area.

2. Shhhh! Please keep chat or comments to a minimum.

3. No huge graphics, blinking smiley faces, etc. Just words, please. Let your words paint the image! (Plus, it's easier for dial-up friends to browse.)

That's it. Now, get busy and write!

[Jonah Hex]

"Poetry, well written, can be a spiritually uplifting experience. Badly written, it can be an experience of buttock-clenching horror.

The third worst poetry in the universe is written by Vogons, and frequently used as a form of torture.

The absolute worst poetry was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. It involved decaying swans. Luckily, it was destroyed during the demolition of the Earth."

- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy entry on poetry

[January24th]

we sorted through
old photographs
like so many
piles of rock and
earth
coal-black memories
and crumbly shadows
of shale and shame
seemed the only reward
still we searched and dug
hoping
needing
then,
finding one or two veins
of pure joy and innocence
we reverently placed
them on the mantle of
our hearts
we sighed and
buried our grief
now able to move on

[Consort]

What's wrong with the existing poetry threads in the General Interest Forum on this site?

[January24th]

Nothing. Why did you assume?

[Consort]

I see that it's been moved. But why another thread? Just asking.

[Camachee]

To aviod the things listed in the guidelines, this conversation being an example of what is unwanted. Just answering your question. No offense intended.

[Soaring Feather]

1. Only original poetry, please. All poems are the property of the posting poet. Please do not copy or reproduce in another area.

Question: If I am the author and own the words, do I not have the right to repost on another thread at FR or another site?

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Yellowed photos
bent, dog eared, edges
cracked and faded
placed in folds of
antique lace
and held together
with a scrap of ribbon
hold the aging memories

We young, walked paths
winding through fern
woods and wild mints
and we dreamed together

then warm days chilled
I placed roses on
your stone...

[Camachee]

mistress of dawning
breathe warmth into my chilled soul
help me wake at last

[Neuromancer]

I and I own the wind
Rustling
By

[Soaring Feather]

I have no magic
alas a tragic muse
this day
I know only love
to thaw your chilled
bones
songs of love to bring
warmth to your frozen
smile
Dance with me
the while
hold me near your
heart and allow me
to lay my head on
your shoulder
and breathe
your life

[Soaring Feather]

I am the wind
you can't see me
you know I have
been here
look around
strewn branches
are everywhere
and a haunting
is
the air

[Camachee]

do I not have the right to repost

Yes, you do.

[Neuromancer]

Horror or haunt -
what walks in the forest
of Mbomo at night?

Evil is stirring
on planet
Downsize.

[Kay Syrah]

fallen years
ripple in the
fade of time
without you
changing
the landscape
of your hidden
geography
where grow roses,
that would
defeat stones.

[Soaring Feather]

I knew the horror
and the haunt
walked on taunting
toenails in fear
of silent demons
running wild
and days of
dark endless panic
yes, I knew the horror

[Soaring Feather]

Like a painting aged
flaking and chipping
flecks of scenes
and
wrapped in dusty
brown paper
the landscape
of my face changed
with deepened lines
mellowed attitude
sharp edges
worn round from
rubbing against
your square shoulders
you left before the
final show was staged
and my hair now silvered
limping into the golden years
crawling into a cold bed
might require flannel sheets
especially where the mattress dips
from your form...

[Kay Syrah]

Evil communicates
with the speed of light
making small of large
and taking no prisoners
What waits in the darkness
has always waited,
strike is not just
a concept but
an imperitive.

[gcruse]

When I want to get depressed, I'll be sure and visit this festival of epitaphery.