By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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I posted this in error in another thread but I believe this is where it should be...A few months ago I started a thread with the same name on the NZ message boards. It was really an insignificant little thread, very general but focused on the surreality/reality theme and very, very non threatening.
For a time it was quite wonderful and very well supported and then this negative thing started to appear and to cut a long story short I left.
I'm a New Zealander by birth but from a baby I was raised in Australia and I love it very much. At the moment however, I live back in NZ |
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By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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| I really do consider Oz my home and I'm sure I'm better off using this forum as opposed to the NZ ones..To many personalities in there to be honest. |
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By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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| I was just scooting thru dark's comments in the femaledesire thread and sexually speaking was wondering that if there's a clear distinction between how women feel physically and how they feel psychologically which feeling gives the greatest satisfaction? |
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By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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| Ok I need to set a theme here...very generic of course.. |
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By: liddee_lu
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All In A Day
A glimpse of perfection in every way
Watching the sun rising on a new day
A morning unsullied, untouched, unabused
A new leaf in a book, opening up to be used
A clean empty page waiting, yet to be read
What will be written?, what will be said?
Will it start with a roar and wind down to a slow?
To whom will it honour, and where will it go?
Will it rise like the Phoenix, then fall back to ashes..?
Dropping like tears through dark, sooty lashes
Will all of the facets of living march through?
Showing lives filled with everyday nothing to do
Will hopeful and hopeless keep hanging around?
Both looking for something not easily found
Mothers give birth an old soul flies away
What else might happen, could happen today?
by Liddy Lu - December 2008 |
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By: reidsays
8/02/2009
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welcome liddee...
enjoyed your post....we have a rhyme thread and would like to c&p and place in there too if that's ok?
the same negativity or destruction of threads can occur here....people are the same no matter where you go:(
hope this one lasts well....several here with similar themes have:)
cheers! |
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By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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Oh reid you're the answer to a prayer, I really would love to be part of the poetry thread...where should i look for it??..please c&p and here's the link to my web site where a few more of my poems can be viewed..
www.poetrypoem.com/liddy |
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By: reidsays
8/02/2009
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brought the thread back up top and added your poeM for the others to see Liddy but up to you whether you participate in making up rhymes on the spot or posting your poetry here....
several threads for poetry have come and gone....more threads certainly won't go astray:) |
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By: liddee_lu
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| I'm happy to post in your thread reid thanks |
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By: liddee_lu
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Among the threads I walked one day
Among those threads I stopped to play
Some other folks were playing there
We all had loads of stuff to share
We shared our sorrows and our fears
We laughed together, shed some tears
I learned from them they learned from me
I don't know much but c'est la vie
This place is really really cool
One can be good or play the fool....so
To all those peeps who took the time
To read my sad, pathetic rhyme
Thank you all, oh! by the way...
Any publishers on the thread today?...
L.L. |
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By: kiwi_glen111
8/02/2009
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hey lidee - thought id bung this one here, im an oscar wilde fiend.. love this poem, prob not suited to surreality, but in the spirit of great poetry, here tis neway..Cheers!
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE
by: Oscar Wilde
E caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.
The took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl. |
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By: liddee_lu
8/02/2009
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| Oh Kiwi thanks for supporting the thread..I love all poetry and Wilde is one of my faves too..please feel free to post anything anytime and welcome..hugsssss. |
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By: liddee_lu
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The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl..
...that is brilliant..I love it!! |
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By: kiwi_glen111
8/02/2009
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| Cheers lidee will do, actually, my favourite line.. 2! * |
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By: liddee_lu
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| Goodnight Kiwi, looking forward to seeing more of your favourites..*smiles* |
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By: kiwi_glen111
9/02/2009
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| Good morning Lidee, hope you have a great day, i'll try and track down some more wilde to post.. -:)** |
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By: heygudlookin79
9/02/2009
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the weather today is fine and sunny
the sky is a bit cloudy
with patches of blue :)
birdy birdy fleeting by
dropped a speck in daddys eye
are you not glad that cows cant fly :) |
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By: heygudlookin79
9/02/2009
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The Nocturnal Wind
Pink the aroma of the flowers
And blue the iridescent brilliance of the Mind
Inert is the water of emotions
Calm is the peace in the Heart
Crescent waves of twilight dawn
That circumvent the Present Moment
Rich in views are oneâs devotion
Of the dream passage at its own rhythm
Many faces turn Inside
Searching for the only Mind
Vibrant the sea of knowledge Is
Bestow upon the golden night of the human Heart
Once again is time to fly
High above the Empty night
Soul recover searches Light
Mind you business says the Heart
Let thy Light be as you Are
Changing glorious in the Night
Trembling also is the Heart
When the mind travel so far
Come and sit in peace with Me
Change the color and raise you sleeve
So simple is the Pure Heart
Open wide before you Die |
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By: heygudlookin79
9/02/2009
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Poem Assignment: Writing The Myth as Prose Poem
Interestingly, the prose poem is a perfect match in form for the myth. Myths use devices such as repetition and enumeration. Prose poems, which contain no line breaks, stanzas, or traditional rhyming patterns, rely on repetition of words, phrases, grammatical structures and sounds, and lists of things for rhythm and music (hyperlink to Prose poem website). Myths are filled with vivid imagesâthe listener begins to inhabit the world created by the storyteller. Prose poems are based on vivid imagery as well, imagery of the senses that reveals meaning rather than tells meaning. Myths are seeped in what is magic and sacred; prose poems often move to the surreal, to what might make emotional sense rather than logical sense. |
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By: heygudlookin79
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Do not shorten the days
spent with Enchantment,
by asking questions from a restless mind.
For Heavenâs sake,
abandon yourself to her authentic magic
and leave earthly logic far behind.
Her influence will guide you
toward a mystical opportunity,
offering you a chance to be reborn.
As the universe extends to you
a brand new energy,
so that you are truly transformed.
With Enchantment what should go wrong
instead often goes right,
and lifeâs path seems clearer to you.
Your burdens seem lighter
you are filled with faith
as your purpose comes into view.
Enchantment visits most often
with those selfless souls
who give of themselves constantly.
Because their inner bliss
acts like a beacon
Enchantment stops by frequently..
Enchantmentâs company is costly,
for to keep her,
you must surrender egoâs space.
Then immersed in her awesome power
you will live your life,
under the influence of grace. |
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By: ripfelix
9/02/2009
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familiar it is as a coat once worn
a smell once smelt
a reality born
the sound of a memory
images dancing
sensed just not sensory
furtively grasping
I know this, I remember, I think
Are Colours Dreamt?
Not in reds or blue
How long, time dragging?
I cannot hear the clock
Hands drooping numbers sagging
Daliesque designs for the clouded mind
So clear, yet so far.
So far, yet so near
Shapes and ideas as clear as
As clear as
As clear as
Never mind, its gone |
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By: bigpumpkin2006
9/02/2009
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Ode To A Big Pumpkin
A pumpkin came into my room one day
I think he was male it was hard to say
I couldn't tell by his written ID
It was all in the way he conversed with me
His words were not very nice it's true
But if I were a pumpkin I'd be s.h.i.t.t.y too |
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By: ripfelix
9/02/2009
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| Smashing! Pumpkin |
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