Lauren Hynde
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First snowfall of the season in Helsinki was on 7.Oct and left 20000 households without electricity for a few hours.
<< Had to do some research.
<< Had to do some research.
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Icingsugar said:No, let me instead.
Ahem...
New poems of 12/4:
No new poems today.
(fanfare, applause)
That'll be $2.95/poem, thankyouverymuch.
Butterfly Memories
Everyday brings us memories
some of them fond
some of them heavy
but still
each and every memory is a precious thing
Like the fragile wings of a butterfly
they need careful handling
Keep your butterflies around
Make a field in your mind
where you can store them
And when things seem more than you can handle
Open the gate to your private field
and view all the splendid memories
that life has provided you
See that they are something that enriches your life
and cherish them
See the field filled with butterflies
Each one a part of your life
Each one flitting by
making you smile
making you happy
Don't put your memories away
for as a butterfly
there were meant to be free
flying across the sunlight
not kept locked up
Such memories will wilt and crumble
and be lost forever in time
A voice in my head said: "Oh you know she is both
plateau and limbo stick
bending time itself back
upon itself, but you will never,
ever know her soul, no matter
how low you go!"...
Tristesse said:*Gasping in awe - it's Christmas on the poetry board! *
Go read it and vote! . . .And then read a few more and vote on them too.Bring back the slow,
because sharp tire marks
and streetlights' cold
cones of faux day
shines an overrated
script on the asphalt
of a strained city's
conceptual overflow.
...
Angeline, of course, can't tout her own poems, so I will.
All of her submissions were very good, but two struck me as especially so. First I read, You Are Whole Constellations and thought it couldn't get better. She mixes three ideas (music, writing, astronomy) into a poem that is vibrant with imagery.
But then I readLady Be Good and I was proven wrong. Maybe it's because I'm an Ella fan, or because Onomatopoeia makes me drool, but this poem grabbed me as my favorite of the submissions today.
*Gasping in awe - it's Christmas on the poetry board! *
Since Angeline has already pitched in and pointed out a few of the good ones (She forgot several by a person whose name begins with "A", ...
Angeline said:I'll just take a break from digging my car out of *alot* of snow to recommend these (Homer, you bum, you missed it lol--we got 10 inches of snow!)
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Think Tammy Cant? She can and quite consistently, too.
Tattoo Animal is a tiny wisp of a poem, and yet it paints a powerful erotic image. Think it's easy to do that? I don't, but Tammy is quite good at it.
Then there's manequin and shalimar hank,which I don't really understand, but one of the great things about poetry is you don't need to know exactly what the poet means--you can appreciate interesting language and technique, both of which are present in skillful abundance here.
Tammy's third poem Two Days After, is my favorite of the group and my pick of the day. I believe it's a memorial--feels like that to me--but it's all stated so delicately and metaphorically that you almost want to hold your breath. Read this one, give it some time to sink in, then read it again. Very understated and moving.
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Maria2394 continues what appears to be a series on an unfolding relationship with elements of being: progression. Maria is one of my favorite poets here and this piece is a darned good example of why--it's sensual, moving, evocative in the way it juxtaposes desire and vulnerability. Reading it, I was struck by what a powerful writer Maria is--what range she has. This is one of her quieter poems. Enjoy it.
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Peace,
Ange
...
Actualization creeps in,,, slowly...
Like a cup of Tea that warms your hands..
For every Sea of Upheaval,
there is a Starry night by yourself,,,
in which you meet the great judge...
And She judges you...
Along with the Jury of yourself..
And the verdict is realized,,,
the warmth of it in Knowing....
You ARE self assured,,,
Trustworthy,,,
Honest!!
And you sentence yourself,,,
to a life of Sunrises,
Rainstorms,
and maybe even a Kitten or two...
And you relax,,, and enjoy the Sail home...
The answer to the Great question,,
is not the destination,,,,
but the Journey Itself..........
dharma_bum's third presentation of the day is titled Truths~~~ and is another love poem and seems meant, as such most often are, for a very limited audience. It is the kind of heartfelt offering that is frequently too personal for the author to ever be able to take an objective pen/knife and whittle down to a work for a wider audience. We all have written such (and I pity you if you have never been in love enough to do so). I have one that is 40 years old, and I still can't face up to rewriting it.There is a River,
Below my surface,
It flows between the banks,
Of my Mind, and,
My Heart..
Down it flows the Waters of,
My Dreams,
My Soul,
Soliloquy,
Determination,
Belief...
It drains the watershed,
Of my Humour.
My Intensity,
My Ability,
Art,
Thoughts,
Words...
Carrying away,
Sediments of My
Wishes,
Intent,
Ideas,
Visions...
It's lower reaches,
Accessible,
Civilized,
Used,
Granted...
It's Headwaters,
Untrammeled,
Uncharted,
Untamed,
Palisades....
No one comes here..
No one is
allowed..
Taboo,,,
Sacred...
...
Now go and read the rest of these poems, make up your own mind, vote and send feedback. - Then post up here and tell me which other new poems you think deserve to be brought to my attention (and why, if you are feeling verbose, or stuck inside by a snowstorm as I am).Baby~~
There are certain truths arising in me. Mainly things I wish were,,,,
"True".... I wish,,,
That I would have been the first boy,,
to want your attention..
The first to be brave enough to hold your hand......
To put his arm around you at the Show....
To dance with you,
while all the other boys, nervously,
Jealously,,
Made comments to embarrass me...
I would have kept dancing with you..... Anyway.....
...
I really liked this one too, except that the rhyme fell down in the next to last stanza.Angeline said:. . .
There are two submissions from poetboy824. I'm so glad he's posting again. I find his poems to be subtly sensual and, often, quite beautiful. Do read . . .Dawn for a lesson in how to blend metaphor and personification into a simple piece that's simply beautiful. Way to go, pb!
. . .
Peace,
Ange
Eumenides said:Whatcha get me?
Thank you for mentioning Slowtime. I was worried it might had been rejected since it took forever to be published. But I read about the log jam in another thread, so I just hope it didn't cause it.Rybka said:I broke down and counted them. There are 45 new poems today. Since Angeline has already pitched in and pointed out a few of the good ones (She forgot several by a person whose name begins with "A", and by the way it is still snowing/blowing here and we must be close to two feet.), I will stick to discovering new poets! My second finding of the verbiage deluge is a Liar. Truly, this poet is! That is the sobriquet chosen, and Liar has just contributed a fine first poem to Literotica. It is titled, Slowtime Sunbreath. Go read it and vote! . . .And then read a few more and vote on them too.
Regards, Rybka
Extreme Exhaustion=Lame ExcuseLauren.Hynde said:I'm sorry, everyone. I was up till 8AM yesterday/today and was out all day since I woke up two hours later, so haven't had a chance of looking over the new poems yet. Thanks for covering for me. Tomorrow I'm having a day off, so I'll take a look at today's flood and help out with tomorrow's.