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Post by immusie on Feb 21, 2009 7:25:54 GMT -5
Sunny...I thought this to be very well done for the picture, which I know is very difficult to do...it is a tough image for inspiration, thus the challenge...GREAT JOB!!
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Post by immusie on Feb 21, 2009 7:32:24 GMT -5
Musie dear!! love your pictures.. still experimenting on how to put visuals with my poems..HELP! anyway, here goes! ending february with a sword on my snow, has late winter lost its charm? i mean, the ice that melts the rippled fogs and hot coffee, the tapping rain sucking my own compass now crossing among the maps filing my cup. i stand outside myself waiting for a furious kiss of her perfumed leaves  Hi b4..this was a good write, but unfortuneately does not meet the challenge, (I don't think) Are you saying that you wanted a different picture for inspiration...because the point of this challenge was to use the picture I posted for your inspiration...And too, I could delete this poem, repost it under the general Poetry section and put a picture to go with it, is that what you would like to have done? And then maybe you can come back and try this one again...Dont' know if this makes any since at all at this point...Heck! I'm confusing myself...LOL..Please let me know.....Thanks |
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Post by immusie on Feb 21, 2009 7:34:18 GMT -5
A great job here Cd-way to meet the challeng my friend...it was a tough one I know....
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Post by immusie on Feb 21, 2009 7:37:10 GMT -5
To all participating, I will sure be glad to post a different picture challeng that might be less difficult for inspiration...I know this is a kind of depressing one...let me know???
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Post by immusie on Feb 21, 2009 7:41:08 GMT -5
Vertigo Fresh ruffles of surf, rising, pattering against beams of steel saturating the sky with treble interjections; convulsive gyrations of effortless rage, lightnings on waves, cold and bare, gather together under a spring moon. He wanted to tell her between stretches of electricity that made the tulips bleed with poignant scent, filling the air with sadness; the thought of it a simple thing, the solid paces of silence, God's own calmness. What kind of witness would she be? The rain whispers, intimidates the dying to lie down with the dead, disappearing into vapors, tugging and sealing down edges of brick and mortar, desperately seeking to become eroded. She stops, spreads her arms apart, his heroic figure of comfortable subjectivity catches her breath between the metaphors of sunlight, his words, swirling wants against frozen lips; she knows. Loneliness reaches her soul as she looks down suffering vertigo. tcn..thanks for taking up the challeng, as I have said, it was a difficult one...but I do think that you captured the image on a certain level..so well done.....musie |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 10:19:32 GMT -5
Hey thanks, sunny pal.. will love it if you can put a picture on my poem here and post it on the poetry section.. think we can do that?? just a thought! nice gift, CD! OK, SURE! B4 PAL! love to do that... that is so much fun!!! but I have to see if internet is on help me too... haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I can not draw a image on the page, I can only find one is already in internet ok! I do that after a while ok.. |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 10:22:07 GMT -5
Vertigo Fresh ruffles of surf, rising, pattering against beams of steel saturating the sky with treble interjections; convulsive gyrations of effortless rage, lightnings on waves, cold and bare, gather together under a spring moon. He wanted to tell her between stretches of electricity that made the tulips bleed with poignant scent, filling the air with sadness; the thought of it a simple thing, the solid paces of silence, God's own calmness. What kind of witness would she be? The rain whispers, intimidates the dying to lie down with the dead, disappearing into vapors, tugging and sealing down edges of brick and mortar, desperately seeking to become eroded. She stops, spreads her arms apart, his heroic figure of comfortable subjectivity catches her breath between the metaphors of sunlight, his words, swirling wants against frozen lips; she knows. Loneliness reaches her soul as she looks down suffering vertigo. it is a beautiful poem! very good! enjoy it! |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 10:26:35 GMT -5
To all participating, I will sure be glad to post a different picture challenge that might be less difficult for inspiration...I know this is a kind of depressing one...let me know???
so don't worry about it musie... and thanks for giving us subject to write! |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 10:30:11 GMT -5
Sunny...I thought this to be very well done for the picture, which I know is very difficult to do...it is a tough image for inspiration, thus the challenge...GREAT JOB!! Thank you musie! thanks for you kind words and your encuragement! and thanks for the image give me such pleasure and fullfillment in heart which sings out with each rain drops and wind blows of melodies..... thanks musie! |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 10:33:21 GMT -5
Musie dear!! love your pictures.. still experimenting on how to put visuals with my poems..HELP! anyway, here goes! ending february with a sword on my snow, has late winter lost its charm? i mean, the ice that melts the rippled fogs and hot coffee, the tapping rain sucking my own compass now crossing among the maps filing my cup. i stand outside myself waiting for a furious kiss of her perfumed leaves Hi b4..this was a good write, but unfortuneately does not meet the challenge, (I don't think) Are you saying that you wanted a different picture for inspiration...because the point of this challenge was to use the picture I posted for your inspiration...And too, I could delete this poem, repost it under the general Poetry section and put a picture to go with it, is that what you would like to have done? And then maybe you can come back and try this one again...Dont' know if this makes any since at all at this point...Heck! I'm confusing myself...LOL..Please let me know.....Thanks
it will come out as beautiful as any others ok! topic is just topic... poetry always is poetry no matter what flower pot it may stand... the same pretty and charming! |
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Post by sunny on Feb 21, 2009 12:13:33 GMT -5
Hey thanks, sunny pal.. will love it if you can put a picture on my poem here and post it on the poetry section.. think we can do that?? just a thought! nice gift, CD! hello b4 Pal, I just post your poem with the iamges that I find, and I put a title on it from your poem. so go see it and just change it whatever you like , or change the title you like and just have very fun! thanks b4! your poem is very beautiful with the snow fog image and some kiss image too... but you can change whatever you like! thanks again for let me have so much fun!!!!! we sould do again on later days!!! I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Post by b4sunset on Feb 22, 2009 4:55:34 GMT -5
Thanks sunny pal and musie dear... i was refering ot the picture as my inspiration and now, i want my piece in the general poetry section with a visual as i found myself really in the mood while doing it here.. musie dear is already preparing for the tranfer. musie dear, it's ok if my poem stays here and also added in the general poetry section.. |
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Post by sunny on Feb 23, 2009 1:51:08 GMT -5
Thanks sunny pal and musie dear... i was refering ot the picture as my inspiration and now, i want my piece in the general poetry section with a visual as i found myself really in the mood while doing it here.. musie dear is already preparing for the tranfer. musie dear, it's ok if my poem stays here and also added in the general poetry section..  I MISUNDERSTAND YOU, SORRY. .... SO SORRY.... |
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Post by immusie on Feb 25, 2009 19:40:49 GMT -5
no reason to be sorry sunny...no reason to cry my Dear.....don't shed those tears too much for you are our sunshine here..... |
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Post by immusie on Feb 25, 2009 19:42:50 GMT -5
Vertigo Fresh ruffles of surf, rising, pattering against beams of steel saturating the sky with treble interjections; convulsive gyrations of effortless rage, lightnings on waves, cold and bare, gather together under a spring moon. He wanted to tell her between stretches of electricity that made the tulips bleed with poignant scent, filling the air with sadness; the thought of it a simple thing, the solid paces of silence, God's own calmness. What kind of witness would she be? The rain whispers, intimidates the dying to lie down with the dead, disappearing into vapors, tugging and sealing down edges of brick and mortar, desperately seeking to become eroded. She stops, spreads her arms apart, his heroic figure of comfortable subjectivity catches her breath between the metaphors of sunlight, his words, swirling wants against frozen lips; she knows. Loneliness reaches her soul as she looks down suffering vertigo. Hi tcn....did not mean to pass you by at all....wonderful piece for this challenge....And I thank you for taking it up.....musie |
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