Ok, my poem with a medieval touch. And death will come on wings of song, a song of long, and winding guile, and in the end, your en i wend, and in the end, i will smile... Isnt good, oh, i'm a good jester.
SCIFIKUS East meets future.. Here's a favourite.. "air air air air air / bottles for five crewmembers / but we number six" or "Fuzzy dementia / Slaying helpless kitty cats / Death is known as Alf." from" http://www.webmoose.com/owc/cafe/fun-scifiku.php
At the top of the screen, click "Artticles" (at the left, right next to "Home"). Then click "Poetry", and you'll see the list of poems (click on title to read).
I submitted a couple of poems, but they haven't been posted. I'm going on hols for a week, but I'll put them in the journal when I get home.
Poetry Index: http://www.martialartsplanet.com/magazine/poetry/index.htm I'm not usually overly fond of poetry, but I stopped and had a look at Tika1980's new stuff... really good. Definately worth the time reading. Later I will look at some others (and other members).
Sometimes it takes a little while before submitted poems find their way onto the poetry page. Just be patient!
This one is not mine, but it is my favorite poem: "In the real world, as in dreams, nothing is quite, what it seems." -The Book of Counted Sorrows Dean Koontz
Kevin's Poetry Driftwood The darkness has come… And yet I do pursue, Cast adrift, hoping to self renew My fire! My spark of life That sign of unmistakable might That lesser men and angels doth pursue The sort that fools and mongrels merely peruse. All in hopes of fleeting glory Amounting to vain clutches at… The shiny brass ring, an ongoing story With no clear end in sight And here I am with what amounts to… A penlight! Of hope and one stray wish… Because right now I don’t care which Road my fate does chase As long as I have more than Just a fleeting choice As to where my future lies. For as of right now… I’d rather die Than remain a hapless, broken arrow. Original poetry by Kevin Larson
I'm a poet but I ussually don't post online b/c I'm afraid of someone stealing it. I might make an exception, we'll see.
I have written a few but have never gotten around to posting them because they usually deal with personal stuff and the ones that don't usually end up sucking
Poetry!!! >sings< Of course I'm interested in poetry! I'm going to be a world famous author you know But I do some poetry on the side. Lately I've turned my attention to MA as my subject. I've written a couple of haikus and I'm in the middle of a very long poem about the significance of belt colours in TKD. I'll show you the haikus, but you can't see my extra long poem until I've finished. Soul soaring higher Spirit becomes unveiled The truth of the heart Internal strengths Lying silently dormant Taking wing to fly Those are my two haikus. My long poem has an introduction of six lines of rhyming couplets, each line representing a belt. Then each verse after that has ten lines of rhyming couplets and represents one belt colour... oh very well! I can't wait... I'll just show y'all the introduction. To see in darkness, hope and light To plant a seed in winter’s white To spring a flower from dirt and sand To hold heaven in the palm of your hand To keep the peace through all the year To embrace truth and defeat fear That's just the beginning of it. Keep in mind that I'm using metaphors and I've got to make it rhyme as well, so its not all exact...
I submitted 13 (i think) poems today... hope some of them make it on here. Ive been told I have some talent in this area, but I cant see it personally......
Lament of the Astrologer (the Swansong of the Artist) I miss the days when the worlds would collide, The galaxy trembled and the earth would subside Conflict arrived like a thunderous rain, Destroying it all, for to be born again. I would gaze at the stars like an ant in a hole, And let constellations whisper to my soul, They would tell me of spacecraft and warriors dead, In the war of eternity waged in my head. I could grasp to a nugget of philosopher’s gold, And from head to my hands would the story unfold; A flash in the sky was a pulse of new life, The sparks that would fade were the symptoms of strife. My grasp on the universe came to an end, Defeated by logic, I could not defend; The invasion of rules and the balance of things Destroyed in my mind my impractical wings. My star did burn out at the dawn of this age, No great supernova to mark its decay, Just a black hole of sanity taking its toll On the vast constellations that fired up my soul. By Tim Jones
Where's the poetry forum? Being a Welshman poetry is very important in our culture & I have been known to write some in the past, not that I am that good mind!
I would send some poems in I have loads but my computer takes mini flakies and wont let me send them. :cry: :bang:
