Another formal poetry challenge

[Angeline]

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Originally posted by Angeline

Who knows what hides behind veiled eyes so clear?
Who believes they are calm as they appear,
plotting revenge as they offer their charms,
plotting with eunuchs to kill the Vizier.
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I like it, very nice.

Thank you.


So, quite a few responses here. Let's see now, who hasn't written one; let me think. <Looks up at the name of the poet who started this thread.>

 

[*Catbabe*]

My offering:

Prearranged


Crystal edges refract and reflect light,
Green life lines lean gracefully left and right,
Water’s wings wrap around in still embrace,
Turgid leaves drown and succumb to their plight.


Above the water, their necks arch with grace,
Unnamed tints and blending hues gild each face,
Faultless visages arranged in a row,
A choir of scent no perfume could replace.


Cut to evoke life, they no longer grow,
Does the eye see the life or death and woe?
Born onto a path that heads to the night,
Bask in bloom for soon all stems wilt and bow.

 

[Angeline]

That's beautiful cat. *s*

 

[Linbido]

Here's mine then. Apologies for any typos...

Paradigma

We're anthill people bound by byte and screen.
Breathing bromine, snorting caffeine.
Procrastinates sedated sleeping souls,
with deus ex machina ad obcene.

Through Turing scripts we're playing given roles,
with too profound belief in our consoles.
We're never given reasons to enhance,
preoccupied with matching pegs to holes.

With everyone addicted to advance,
if given, would you hold on to the chance,
that moment between will-be and has-been,
to spit it out, and disconnect, and d a n c e ?

 

[thunderf64]

Here's mine then. Apologies for any typos...

Paradigma

With everyone addicted to advance,
if given, would you hold on to the chance,
that moment between will-be and has-been,
to spit it out, and disconnect, and d a n c e ?

Lin,

I like this. I am one of the worst typist so you will never have to ask forgivness from me about them (not that I saw any mind you).

The imagery really works well.

 

[*Catbabe*]

Thanks Ange ...as was yours.

 

[champagne1982]

The Waltz
(interlocked like the pattern of the dance)

My heart pulses in three-four beat,
Sets my toes a-tapping on dancing feet,
When he waltzes me round in glittering swirl,
The music and magic around us meet.

Breathless I spin in a rhythmic twirl,
We float round the room in a blurring whirl,
At the end I collapse in a heated swoon,
My love has dizzied his befuddled girl.

I hear Strauss's music, a lilting tune,
That sings to my heart and I know that soon,
My lover will kiss me with lips so sweet,
'Neath the midnight sky and a winter's moon.

There's still one coming for the Solstice too. My muse seems to like this form.

 

[eagleyez]

walking out where its only the train
soaked now in heavens rain
look in both directions
and never feel the same

hands in a lifetimes worth of dirt
diamond found in a mudpuddle of hurt
that meal had its nutrition
but now is the time for dessert.

i might cackle i might smile
i might jangle and all the while
locomotives, engines and time
bend the bend and now the extra mile.

 

[Angeline]

walking out where its only the train
soaked now in heavens rain
look in both directions
and never feel the same

hands in a lifetimes worth of dirt
diamond found in a mudpuddle of hurt
that meal had its nutrition
but now is the time for dessert.

i might cackle i might smile
i might jangle and all the while
locomotives, engines and time
bend the bend and now the extra mile.

i vote for yours. yours is the best one.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I started to write a rubaïyat yesterday, but my mind was elsewhere. First I couldn't get past the first rubaï, then it morphed into a completely different poem.

I'll have to try it again soon.

 

[The_Fool]

Thank you.


So, quite a few responses here. Let's see now, who hasn't written one; let me think. <Looks up at the name of the poet who started this thread.>

Work sucks.......

 

[Angeline]

Work sucks.......

We'll be patient. Just don't think you're getting off the hook.

 

[Angeline]

For ee

illustrated ruby-thingy

 

[eagleyez]

that blue background floors me

 

[perks]

rubáiyát junky

what do I know of addictions?
other than guaranteed predictions
from my lunatic parent
and her fundamentalist convictions

her leanings, although apparent
and completely transparent
do nothing to convince me
that my ways are errant

my ears are deaf to her plea
because she cannot see
I'm in love with this affliction
with no wish to be free

 

[thunderf64]

Re: For ee

illustrated ruby-thingy

Very nice. Teh whole blue thing thing floods the poem and gives it a completly different feel.

Very well done