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NunYah's House of Poetry
To be clear, none of it are my own. What I will do, if it hasn't been done (can't be arsed to search) I will post on this here thread Poetry from well-known and not so well-known poets that have caught the heart and attention of me: NunYaBidness.
I hope to do this so as to inspire, awe, amaze and one can hope, to breathe life into your creative endeavours in word-paint. First rule in poetry, there are no rules...but there is a right way to be more expressive without the use of redundant words or extraneous use of words that can hinder the beauty of a gem to the land of cubic zirconia.
It is also with hope, a way to discuss what can be done to improve your work, maybe not for a career but more than a hobby. Take pride in what you do, for no one else will. And who knows, by sheer luck, someone may actually think your work, if improved or not, is good enough to be published.
I will also, if permitted, post some of YOUR better pieces that I like or that has been improved on. Oh yes, I can say this without wincing that some of you do have raw talent. While I'm no expert, I can at least give my input. In a thoughtful, mature manner at Syren's request that I should do so. Luv yah gurl!
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This one is by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Hellas
O write no more, the tale of Troy,
If earth Death's scroll must be
Nor mix with Laian rage the joy
Which dawns upon the free:
Although a subtler Sphinx renew
Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
Another Athens shall arise,
And to remoter time
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,
The splendor of its prime;
And leave, if naught so bright may live,
All earth can take or Heaven can give.
Can other people add poetry? If so then here's one I fancy:
"Driver, what stream is it?" I asked, well knowing
It was our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,
"It is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,"
He said, "under the green -grown cliffs
Be still, heart! No one needs your passionate
Suffrage to select this glory,
This is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
Under the green-grown cliffs
"Driver! Has this a peer in Europe or the east?"
'No no!" He said. Home home!
Be quiet heart! This is our lordly Hudson
And has no peer in Europe or the east
This is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
Under the green-grown cliffs
And has no peer in Europe or the east
Be quiet, heart! home! home! home!-
Paul Goodman
__________________ Mah peeps: SlipknoT, Otaku, Wickerman, Ken Kenobi
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Excellent choice. He was a social critic of the 60's was he not? And quite brilliant from what I've read of him. Hush!!! We can't let anyone to know I've a soft spot, now can we? Or is that out already?
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Here is a sonnet from one of my favourite poets and quote meister. Y'gotta love this man.
Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)
Hélas
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.
Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance—
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?
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Here is one that I personally like very much. A contemporary theme overall. And well, because the author is literally an enigmatic enigma...she may yet become a prolific poet without her knowing it yet.
Syren
TrustMe.Com
A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave her someone who conquered her mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.
Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.
Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non-entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through their written word,
Almost believing these letters were heard.
Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.
To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in her head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
She loves her sweet stranger, each day, more and more.
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And I must...must add this one. Unconventional and visually impacting. Touched I was by the words, flowing so delicately and yet with so much power. You sir, can do no wrong in this format.
IntoxicatedPoet
Untitled
As the Wind blew over the dew covered morning blades of grass, I saw nothing but an endless void, stretching out beyond the world I knew, and all that I had ever cared about seemed so little and few compared to the real world, the true life, that no one, not even I, could understand. The purposes and causes that I had fought so vigorously, even my reason and want to live, left me in a second, but that second seemed like an eternity, and all the seconds that followed seemed as such, until I felt as though I had been in the infernal plain forever. When the screeching sound began flowing over all, and my hands had been bound, I thought this was all there was and all there ever would be, until I finally realized that this was not life, and that this would not live, and that the time to live was over, and that coming nigh was not the time to be, but the time to not be, and that this moment would be the last in a long succession of finalities and endings, and that this ending was the true and most meaningful end, for this was the end that had been awaited by all , and that now we would stop and never be again.
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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Hush you! I am truly amazed! Never would I have thought that you with your magical word skills, be a romantic at heart. Brilliant piece. I am honoured...but honour me more with a signed copy and we'll call it even!!!
I will add further comments on the morrow, for all you aspiring poets. For now...the bar calls, and the alcky pours freely, and the gyrating ladies await my passing glances and leery smirk...hmm, lovely!!!
KMC Community Forums
Sep 2nd, 2005 08:55 PM
It packs a serious punch and the way in which it's written only serves to increase its power. Excellent 
