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online today!POETRY AND PROSE
Traditional poetry has rhyme and metre
Which determines the way it is composed
These features make it a simple matter
In distinguishing such poetry from prose
A lot of writing now is in free verse
Where the main focus is on the content
The thing that now really matters the most
Is true capture of the poet's intent
Some free verse strive for a sense of metre
By carefully managing line layout
Some focus on painting a word picture
For that's what their poetry is all about
Prose rich in sentiment and imagery
Can also be rewritten as free verse
Would it then be described as prose poetry
Or should it be labelled poetic prose
What new poetry forms will the future grow
It's time alone that will give the answer
For poets may come and poets may go
But poetry shall continue forever
Which determines the way it is composed
These features make it a simple matter
In distinguishing such poetry from prose
A lot of writing now is in free verse
Where the main focus is on the content
The thing that now really matters the most
Is true capture of the poet's intent
Some free verse strive for a sense of metre
By carefully managing line layout
Some focus on painting a word picture
For that's what their poetry is all about
Prose rich in sentiment and imagery
Can also be rewritten as free verse
Would it then be described as prose poetry
Or should it be labelled poetic prose
What new poetry forms will the future grow
It's time alone that will give the answer
For poets may come and poets may go
But poetry shall continue forever
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose.It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
MY INNER ME
I LOVE TALKING TO MY INNER ME, FOR HE TELLS ME THINGS THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE! AND WHEN IM DOWN AND LYING ABOUT; HES ALWAYS THERE, TO HELP ME OUT! LETS FACE IT, EVERYONE HAS THIS INNER YOU, AND SPEAKS GREAT WORDS, WHEN YOU"RE FEELING BLUE! ALTHOUGH, WE'RE ALL DIFFERENT, ITS PLAIN TO SEE;YOU HAVE YOURS, AND I HAVE MY; INNER ME!
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
YOU CANNOT SUCCEED WITHOUT CONTACTING YOUR INNER SELFI CUDDLE UP WITH MY FAVORITE BEVERAGE, AND DISCUSS EVENTS OF THE DAY. MY INNNNER SELF GIVES ME SOME GREAT SUGGESTIONS!
peace
we never learn
always at war
fast to judge
slow to do good
what a state
I am not wise
no answer I have
the sun circles
moon waxing
then waning
life marches on
tides ebb and flow
yet we don't learn
negativity breds
very bad vibes
time for change
we need a seer
a prophet, a healer
maybe a magician
to wave his wand
peace, and serentity
please flow to us
let it heal and tend
our troubled world
always at war
fast to judge
slow to do good
what a state
I am not wise
no answer I have
the sun circles
moon waxing
then waning
life marches on
tides ebb and flow
yet we don't learn
negativity breds
very bad vibes
time for change
we need a seer
a prophet, a healer
maybe a magician
to wave his wand
peace, and serentity
please flow to us
let it heal and tend
our troubled world
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
so much hurt in our poor world if only with words we could heal and bring friendship to all countries and races
She waters my dreams
I'm still a seedling pushing toward
her loving light hungering as a suckling
babe..
I must be born and then reborn into
the womb of her love
She is the milk of desire
She is the strength of my bones
She is the mother of my soul
She is the fire of my loins
She is heavenly showers.. and my
eternal need.
her loving light hungering as a suckling
babe..
I must be born and then reborn into
the womb of her love
She is the milk of desire
She is the strength of my bones
She is the mother of my soul
She is the fire of my loins
She is heavenly showers.. and my
eternal need.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Something.....For the weekend (Please add to!)
It seems, the time has come to put away childish things,
Real life, I think, has beckoned,
.....I ponder as the doorbell rings.....
A change I never would have reckoned....
Has waved its hand over thoughts inflection,
There where,forest lore,
....Meets gate of sky perfection....
Outside my door, man from nevermore.....
"Never have I seen before
Yet in his hands is an offering
A silhoette of a beauty
So endearing
His weary eyes so glowing
His lips so amusing
Carrying in his soul
Silence, beyond deciphering."
'The man from nevermore he sighed
Held out the life I'd never had,
Hot tears fell to his cheeks and dried
His silence almost drove me mad'
A silence beyond all human comprehension
It was meant to be a golden translation
A figure in white,silhouetted against a blue sky
With an offering of peace he drew nigh.
Tis a special gift , and free to all,
Who hear the knock and receive the call
then leave themselves and follow keen
an image seen in quiet pool, and languid stream
Tho' dark and distant becomes more clear
With faith and hope and love held dear...
He dropped his head
within the light
YES!
I knew him!
"Nevermore"!
Yet closer I looked, changes there were
There were tracks of tears upon it
Where once were written words of shame
Had changed to words of wisdom
How could this change have happened so
Was really to me an enigma...
He traveled far and wide, this man from Nevermore
Running away, hiding from the light
Only to find he can’t from his conscience part;
For like a shadow it followed him day and night
angel dancing...
asleep, happed upon a memory, one angelic night
recalled an age of reason, when everything was right
to search no longer, he'd found his goal!
but fast came the dawn, abrupt and rife with portend
alas for he, such a gentle soul
again without warning, joyous time was at end
OK then...elo has kindly supplied the second verse...
Windy weatherly the third....Thanks LB for the 4th...You too Paloma for the 5th...Scher for the 6th...Sophia for the 7th, Steve the 8th, and OrientalKoru for the 9th...And thankyou Hedi for the 10th
still room for a lot more yet though!...lol
Real life, I think, has beckoned,
.....I ponder as the doorbell rings.....
A change I never would have reckoned....
Has waved its hand over thoughts inflection,
There where,forest lore,
....Meets gate of sky perfection....
Outside my door, man from nevermore.....
"Never have I seen before
Yet in his hands is an offering
A silhoette of a beauty
So endearing
His weary eyes so glowing
His lips so amusing
Carrying in his soul
Silence, beyond deciphering."
'The man from nevermore he sighed
Held out the life I'd never had,
Hot tears fell to his cheeks and dried
His silence almost drove me mad'
A silence beyond all human comprehension
It was meant to be a golden translation
A figure in white,silhouetted against a blue sky
With an offering of peace he drew nigh.
Tis a special gift , and free to all,
Who hear the knock and receive the call
then leave themselves and follow keen
an image seen in quiet pool, and languid stream
Tho' dark and distant becomes more clear
With faith and hope and love held dear...
He dropped his head
within the light
YES!
I knew him!
"Nevermore"!
Yet closer I looked, changes there were
There were tracks of tears upon it
Where once were written words of shame
Had changed to words of wisdom
How could this change have happened so
Was really to me an enigma...
He traveled far and wide, this man from Nevermore
Running away, hiding from the light
Only to find he can’t from his conscience part;
For like a shadow it followed him day and night
angel dancing...
asleep, happed upon a memory, one angelic night
recalled an age of reason, when everything was right
to search no longer, he'd found his goal!
but fast came the dawn, abrupt and rife with portend
alas for he, such a gentle soul
again without warning, joyous time was at end
OK then...elo has kindly supplied the second verse...
Windy weatherly the third....Thanks LB for the 4th...You too Paloma for the 5th...Scher for the 6th...Sophia for the 7th, Steve the 8th, and OrientalKoru for the 9th...And thankyou Hedi for the 10th
still room for a lot more yet though!...lol
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Sorry to have been away again....I had to move house and my computer died....but all good again now, I missed you all....Anyway....would anyone like to write the next verse to this little story?...It might be interesting to see where it goes....lol...Give it a go....Andrew...xxx
SCREAM!
A human being on the brink,
A heart opened,
A heart broken,
A frozen anguished moment, too painful to think.
Hands clasped to each side of face,
Imaginary fingers in imaginary ears,
Mouth and eyes wide, streaming invisible tears,
A sister spirit, certified, petrified, mental case.
So worried of the “Disease” you see,
He caught in brush strokes her tormented soul,
Reflected in empty eyes, blacker than coal
Afraid he too had inherited the family insanity.
All against red sunset backdrop seen,
Heard....
A Haunting..... Deafening......Silent.......
S C R E A M!
A heart opened,
A heart broken,
A frozen anguished moment, too painful to think.
Hands clasped to each side of face,
Imaginary fingers in imaginary ears,
Mouth and eyes wide, streaming invisible tears,
A sister spirit, certified, petrified, mental case.
So worried of the “Disease” you see,
He caught in brush strokes her tormented soul,
Reflected in empty eyes, blacker than coal
Afraid he too had inherited the family insanity.
All against red sunset backdrop seen,
Heard....
A Haunting..... Deafening......Silent.......
S C R E A M!
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
The Scream....A picture by Edvard Munch, on view at Southerby's London this week prior to being sold, one of four. A picture I have seen once and to be honest was that disturbing to me that I never want to see it again, none the less an undisputed work of genius.Andrew...xxx
Somehow I'll know
Somewhere in the midst
of flesh and bone..
Somewhere in the midst
of blood sweat and tears
Between all that is
Or can be..exist the
unsearchable spirit of
life
Like a young eagle under
the safty of its mothers
wing, I am sustained within
the ever changing folds of
time and space
If by some foolish endeavour
I stray beyond the reach of
my soul I am pulled back into
the fold by the spark of some
immutable truth
At such times I can almost hear
a fatherly whisper saying..
'You are not your own..'
That all I can be trancends my
childlike mortal dreams..
And somewhere in the midst
is a burning love
A purity..
Perhaps lost in the dreams of
children
A sacred heart vailed for a
moment so as not to burn til
the day star arises in our
hearts
Somewhere in time the truth
will take every thought captive
though such things are to great
for me to imagine, yet..
Somehow I'll know~
of flesh and bone..
Somewhere in the midst
of blood sweat and tears
Between all that is
Or can be..exist the
unsearchable spirit of
life
Like a young eagle under
the safty of its mothers
wing, I am sustained within
the ever changing folds of
time and space
If by some foolish endeavour
I stray beyond the reach of
my soul I am pulled back into
the fold by the spark of some
immutable truth
At such times I can almost hear
a fatherly whisper saying..
'You are not your own..'
That all I can be trancends my
childlike mortal dreams..
And somewhere in the midst
is a burning love
A purity..
Perhaps lost in the dreams of
children
A sacred heart vailed for a
moment so as not to burn til
the day star arises in our
hearts
Somewhere in time the truth
will take every thought captive
though such things are to great
for me to imagine, yet..
Somehow I'll know~
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A grand impression of sorts...
To thy Celtic Lady on a Journey with No End
I once knew,
and still know,
this woman,
not only known as Lady,
but a true lady of the word,
in every aspect.
I guess I was just,
one of the lucky ones,
and privileged ones,
to see how true love,
from someone's heart,
can make everyone happy.
I know she has tears in her eyes,
when it rains,
but she is like the sunshine,
and the next day,
all those tears dry up.
She's not a myth,
but if I didn't tell you that,
you would think she was.
Is there much more to know about her?
Yes, there is!
But, you wouldn't have the time to find out.
So, let this be known,
that there is a Lady out there,
that is, as I said.
and still know,
this woman,
not only known as Lady,
but a true lady of the word,
in every aspect.
I guess I was just,
one of the lucky ones,
and privileged ones,
to see how true love,
from someone's heart,
can make everyone happy.
I know she has tears in her eyes,
when it rains,
but she is like the sunshine,
and the next day,
all those tears dry up.
She's not a myth,
but if I didn't tell you that,
you would think she was.
Is there much more to know about her?
Yes, there is!
But, you wouldn't have the time to find out.
So, let this be known,
that there is a Lady out there,
that is, as I said.
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Posted: May 2014
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Family Tree
Primordial shadows
to me in dreams
faceless men and women
infinite lines...
Pathway to origins
what secrets they hold
whispers from the past
eyes that never close...
Are they trying to tell me
what star I come from
footsteps leading from the past
circling around me
Over far off vast ocean
lies Ireland and Wales
from where ancestors came
beautiful moonlit plains
of green grass and glens...
Tombstones stand apart
across the Atlantic
I stand of European descent
yet I'm uniquely American...
Perhaps they have known
all along
someday I will
find them...
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Sunday morning poem...Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday!Albatross
You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
how could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
for me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
how could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
for me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
my favourite piece of music has always been Fleetwood Mac'sAlbatross it is so hauntingly beautiful It sends me every time I listen to it. Its one of the pieces of music I have told my family I want played when my time comes
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