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Post by sunny on Feb 24, 2009 2:02:06 GMT -5
sunny and hear2heart these are wonderful pieces of writing! heart2heart I am not familiar with this style, thanks for introducing it to me:) thank you very much!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Feb 24, 2009 12:51:33 GMT -5
great poems heart2heart, CD and sunny!
thanks for posting this prompt, heart2heart!!
I have never written a triolet, I may give it a try...
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Post by sunny on Feb 24, 2009 23:42:35 GMT -5
great poems heart2heart, CD and sunny! thanks for posting this prompt, heart2heart!! I have never written a triolet, I may give it a try... Thanks Lisa!
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Post by b4sunset on Feb 25, 2009 10:58:37 GMT -5
Haven't done this in a long time, heart! let's see...
this pen has seen acres of towers pasted and torn in trash and joy some tumbling, others rumbling along flowers more often creased by waters from summer showers yes, this pen has also heard a pillar of towers only to be left as a mere, passing ploy no grecian fable can match this pen's powers not even names of many a curly, hurly troy.
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Post by sunny on Feb 25, 2009 22:26:03 GMT -5
Haven't done this in a long time, heart! let's see... this pen has seen acres of towers pasted and torn in trash and joy some tumbling, others rumbling along flowers more often creased by waters from summer showers yes, this pen has also heard a pillar of towers only to be left as a mere, passing ploy no grecian fable can match this pen's powers not even names of many a curly, hurly troy.wowo! b4 Pal! WOWO!
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Post by immusie on Feb 25, 2009 22:54:16 GMT -5
Silver Winged Angel
Silver winged angel with stars at your feet, ear drawn to your sound from the warming breeze. Beautiful face, shedding tears as you weep, saddened it seems for a world who's in need. A presence for soul's who are seeking peace, desperately you reach out to quell the din. Sparks from your wings show anger and despair, some you might find worth the saving, are rare. Searching for faces deprived of love and care, soft chiming angel looking for the spirits sin. Opening your wings to let them in, continuous is your whispering in the wind.
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Post by sunny on Feb 26, 2009 0:35:41 GMT -5
Silver Winged Angel Silver winged angel with stars at your feet, ear drawn to your sound from the warming breeze. Beautiful face, shedding tears as you weep, saddened it seems for a world who's in need. A presence for soul's who are seeking peace, desperately you reach out to quell the din. Sparks from your wings show anger and despair, some you might find worth the saving, are rare. Searching for faces deprived of love and care, soft chiming angel looking for the spirits sin. Opening your wings to let them in, continuous is your whispering in the wind. wowo! impressive write!
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Post by b4sunset on Feb 26, 2009 1:41:03 GMT -5
Thanks, sunny pal... starting again to do this! musie dear--- you wow me!! a flight of tender works capturing strength of spirituality amidst the din of the world.. can you put this in the main section??? love it!
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Post by immusie on Feb 27, 2009 10:21:41 GMT -5
Thank you to both..sunny and b4, your compliments thrill my heart and yes I did repost in the Poetry section b4..thank you again....
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Post by sunny on Feb 27, 2009 18:30:58 GMT -5
Thank you to both..sunny and b4, your compliments thrill my heart and yes I did repost in the Poetry section b4..thank you again.... the one you posted in main section is amazing!!! it is very beautiful musie!!! WOWOW! you are very good poet musie! more impressive! I love that image too!
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Post by immusie on Mar 2, 2009 15:05:19 GMT -5
Haven't done this in a long time, heart! let's see... this pen has seen acres of towers pasted and torn in trash and joy some tumbling, others rumbling along flowers more often creased by waters from summer showers yes, this pen has also heard a pillar of towers only to be left as a mere, passing ploy no grecian fable can match this pen's powers not even names of many a curly, hurly troy.THIS WAS GREAT b4....LOVED IT and well done my friend.... musie
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Post by b4sunset on Mar 13, 2009 22:49:29 GMT -5
Thanks musie dear; it was a challenge for me as i've rested from thsi structure for a while.. nice of you to have read this, reallY!
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Post by sunny on Mar 14, 2009 8:31:18 GMT -5
Would you inhale my thoughts as I breathe you?
While I am inside your fogs and flairs, You are hovering on my lips and hairs,
Would you inhale my thoughts as I breathe you?
As my eyes reflect your glimpses there, And your immense green depth bare,
Would you inhale my thoughts as I breathe you? Like morning lights caress grasses through...image:http://i202.photobucket.com
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Post by moontear on Sept 14, 2009 23:48:45 GMT -5
FAT FLAKES ~ DOUBLE TRIOLET
Fat flakes flurrying from the sky white the early morning darkness, like dawn has been dipped in white dye, fat flakes flurrying from the sky. I watch with an excited eye as the inches slowly progress. Fat flakes flurrying from the sky white the early morning darkness
and bigger and bigger they grow, each one a different size and shape, a wonderland of unique snow and bigger and bigger they grow falling from high sky to ground low covering the trees like a drape and bigger and bigger they grow, each one a different size and shape.
© February 22, 2008 Karen Davies
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Post by moontear on Sept 14, 2009 23:52:11 GMT -5
SHADOWS ON THE WALL ~ TRIOLET
Ghosts chase their shadows on the wall floating in and out of moonlight. Out of darkness their voices call. Ghosts chase their shadows on the wall, a haunting echo down the hall, distorted inside out of fright. Ghosts chase their shadows on the wall floating in and out of moonlight.
© April 30, 2008 Karen Davies
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