Adena
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Oct 26, 2009 12:52:58 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 26, 2009 12:52:58 GMT
I hereby decree that there shall be a Challenge issued to all poets of one forum known as the Sensual World of Kate Bush - to create a piece of alliterative poetry. Here's one I prepared earlier. Rise to the challenge, my friends!
woeful well wishes
sad sorry songs
frivolous feelings
benign bygones
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Oct 26, 2009 15:24:12 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Oct 26, 2009 15:24:12 GMT
I hereby decree that there shall be a Challenge issued to all poets of one forum known as the Sensual World of Kate Bush - to create a piece of alliterative poetry. Here's one I prepared earlier. Rise to the challenge, my friends! woeful well wishes sad sorry songs frivolous feelings benign bygones lost love's longings linger lamentations 'lasting longer fate flips furtive finger she's sadly seeming stronger.... |
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Oct 27, 2009 9:27:15 GMT
Post by tannis on Oct 27, 2009 9:27:15 GMT
I hereby decree that there shall be a Challenge issued to all poets of one forum known as the Sensual World of Kate Bush - to create a piece of alliterative poetry. Here's one I prepared earlier. Rise to the challenge, my friends! woeful well wishes sad sorry songs frivolous feelings benign bygones
Lingering fingers
Mummy's money
The breast and the rest
And the green grey dunny
The wrist and the tryst
The painter painting
The jingle-jangles
And the warm hand walking
The soldier who's colder
The buttons and bows
The pick of pips
And the mellow wallows
The mother, murderer,
Madman, mum
She sent him scent
The sunshine son
The roams and rambles
The rubble and rabble
The wiley, windy
Coming trouble
The Song of Solomon
The inside symmetry
Nero and Nicky
Om mani padme!
The half of a heaven
The bluffing and busting
The party parlour
The loving and lusting
The rain in reach
The pull and the push
The soldiers soften
And the Pull of the Bush
The barred and the bolted
The blister and burn
The mess and mistakes
The twist and the turn
Moving and glistening,
Before tears and years.
Live life for love
Feeling no fear
Catch the cues
Burning bright
Drift with dunes
Then, put out the light! |
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Adena
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Oct 27, 2009 10:13:26 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 27, 2009 10:13:26 GMT
Very nice, both of you.  My muse might come out of its shell tomorrow and continue with this theme. |
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Adena
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Oct 29, 2009 12:10:10 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 29, 2009 12:10:10 GMT
The power
In dark black suit
Stepping forward
Iron fist
The baby
Child so cute
Stepping back
Firmly hit
The daughter
In well-ironed shirts
Holding keys
Full of dread
The passion
In whirling skirts
Dances the night
Away instead
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Oct 31, 2009 20:27:43 GMT
Post by tannis on Oct 31, 2009 20:27:43 GMT
The power In dark black suit Stepping forward Iron fist The baby Child so cute Stepping back Firmly hit The daughter In well-ironed shirts Holding keys Full of dread The passion In whirling skirts Dances the night Away instead  |
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Adena
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Nov 6, 2009 23:08:09 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 6, 2009 23:08:09 GMT
The tiger within
Tears at the bars
Furious screams echo inside my mind
Something's wrong
What's the point
In trying to unearth
Many years' worth
Of sorrow?
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Adena
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Nov 7, 2009 5:13:04 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 7, 2009 5:13:04 GMT
Mangled verse
twisted mind
thoughts of pain all hide inside my lonely veins
my eyes flood as things change
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Nov 7, 2009 5:33:02 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 7, 2009 5:33:02 GMT
her cheek is as cold as the eternal winter of frost
her heart is frozen to us mere mortals
her scythe is sharper than the jealousy of your God
her purpose is as yet unkown
all she does is kill
and when you look into her face when your time has come
you will hear the waves
as they break on the rocks
and the vultures circle, waiting
Waiting for her
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Nov 7, 2009 16:02:49 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 7, 2009 16:02:49 GMT
your labyrinths of thought deny her small comfort
your quagmires of greed are strangling her mind
a half-confession is all she can manage
you have silenced her with vines of threats
and I am left to hold her now
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Nov 9, 2009 1:39:12 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 9, 2009 1:39:12 GMT
Watch the raven as she dances
her pearls of light which skip the night's edge
skip like the flying kite
and she steps over the top of the city
away from the mother earth
to the other side of life
towards her fate
(I was trying to see how many song names I could get into one poem. This one I managed to fit 6 into: Pearls Of Light (WT), Kite (KB), Top Of The City (KB), Mother Earth (WT), The Other Side (Sirenia), and Fate (Des'ree))
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Adena
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Nov 9, 2009 3:11:25 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 9, 2009 3:11:25 GMT
The howling of the sun in the stream
Headshots scattering a coral room
The resistance better get out of my house
The queen and the soldiers are superstars
(8: The Howling (WT), The Sun In The Stream (Enya), Headshots (SV), A Coral Room (KB), The Resistance (Anberlin), Get Out Of My House (KB), The Queen And The Soldier (SV), Superstar (Benjamin Zephaniah))
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Adena
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Nov 9, 2009 23:41:52 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 9, 2009 23:41:52 GMT
Halting steps
move stiff
turn around
Not Yet.
Back again
to the wall
slow snaps
Reset.
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Nov 13, 2009 2:27:50 GMT
Post by tannis on Nov 13, 2009 2:27:50 GMT
the shadows on the wall
this is the place called silence
there are many here
shut down deep in their own cells
tied to reruns of the lived experience
here, nothing is denied
the shadows slide by
followed by their consequences
only the beginning is lost
and that is why we are here
it is now too late to turn back
and we become one with the shadows
we each slide by in another's mind
and are united in echoes
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Adena
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Nov 14, 2009 20:14:39 GMT
Post by Adena on Nov 14, 2009 20:14:39 GMT
The lonely tear
the darkness trailing into fear
I cannot hear her scream
through veils of my dream
Is this all that is seems?
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My muse might come out of its shell tomorrow and continue with this theme.