Poem about the person above you.

davids · Nov 21, 2006

So surf do I on these boards
and never more partake
well maybe just a little bit
when I see Rivana's name

She has told us that
she is dark of heart
and her poetry does sometimes
be dark, be deep, from inside the shadows
yet sunbeams flick inside as well.

Though her smile is secret
I am sure I know
that when Rivana smiles
it makes cold hearts jump and glow

So this I tell you friend or foe
the truth is when she smiles or frowns
you do not have to wonder why
if real if feigned or trite
our Rivana writes her truth and so
she lets us share her heart her soul!

yet dear Rivana smiles in light!

so sorry G beat me to it but it was nice to write one about Rivana so I am glad dispite my late night fright!

davids · Nov 21, 2006

G a poet beatnic kid
that writes and wears his soul aloud
kinda nice to see him beat his wits
to share his bright and witty chits

Rivana · Nov 21, 2006

Daves, some days
are just like you.
They live and love
and laugh like you do.
Other days our Daves
feel down -
lost the sparkle,
lost the crown.
But every day
our Dave will be
the best of gentlemen
you'll see.
Daves are meant
for writing out
the things that others
only talk about.
Be it darker than the night,
be it brighter than the light
Dave will say what's on his mind -
and even if you're blind,
you'll see, in time
Daves are great
to have around.

Beyondian · Nov 22, 2006

Rivana, poet
Watching through
avatar's spectacles
the world turning
over - light, dark,
Multifaceted imagery
My only regret is
I do not know her better

A. Hamilton · Nov 22, 2006

Some days
life is simple
it's easy to slide across
ice that is freshly smoothed

Twenty-four hours hold
so much possibility

Some days
life is arduous
unseen creases catch a toe
knees crash against crystal cool

Twenty-four hours carry
so much turbulence

Some hearts
project fortitude
anticipating need
defining purpose

Some stories
give hope
borrowing joy
until a new day dawns

Twenty-four hours hold
so much promise
in the utterings of
our Troubadour
Beyondian

Beyondian · Nov 27, 2006

Ah, muse of fire tumultous bred,
Glance but on our pens, they catch aflame
A circle of poetry crowns thy head
Speaking forth their prose when you do speak your name

And from thy eyes spark thunderous rains
Falling with inspiring dew towards the ground
Moistening every writer's thirsty veins
With heated inspiration's heady wounds

Still walk thou here, soft and serene
And leave not thy humble followers
But stay most, thou muse and queen
With P.H. Dellarran, thy words be hers

And with this plea my humble sonnet ends
That muse with muse should be friends.

dahmnait · Nov 27, 2006

for Beyondian
only haiku will suffice
the muse, short and sweet

truelyana · Dec 23, 2006

dahmnait is one man ape

A. Hamilton · Dec 30, 2006

Truelyana
peers into the primitive heart
clever caricaturist

Stew21 · Dec 30, 2006

delicate flavored heat
of warm spiced
words,
liquid coolness
of metaphor, dripping
like icicles in spring
tantalizing tingles
top them;
her alliterations.
her poetry,
a tasty treat.

A. Hamilton · Dec 30, 2006

Trish

Most are content
with obvious beauty,
a bronzing leaf
a well formed rose
pretty images in a poem;
Nature’s prizes on display

Who turns the leaf
And traces the veins
Intricate pipelines
Carrying vital essence

Who plucks the petals
And caresses the delicate Stamen
Admiring its carnal purpose

Who studies the missing words
And sees the Poet’s heart
Knowing what could have been said

Who gives to us a gilded mirror
Magically reflecting
her own caste of beauty
onto our image

K1P1 · Jan 11, 2007

P H D
three syllables open to intepretation
Philosophical Doctor of letters?

letters sifting down lightly
sparkling consonants coating ideas
vowels voice their jewelled tones

letters Piled Higher and Deeper
in drift upon drift of meaning
wonderland of words brought to life

Cath · Jan 11, 2007

knit one
pearl one
repeating knots
patterns emerge
straightforward really

davids · Jan 11, 2007

Cath has a cat'n a hat
a smile to lite up a town
with charm and reknown
she sometimes acts as a clown
but always has love in her heart!

K1P1 · Jan 12, 2007

Davids is creepy that's true
But there's something that only he knew
Submerge him in water
So cold that he oughter
Freeze, then he'll only turn blue.

KTC · Jan 12, 2007

Maggie knits books into language
makes sense of the ball of yarn
that yearns to be a sweater,
takes knitted hieroglyphics
and arms her readers with needles
deadly, to carve their new knowledge
into eventualities of warmth.

Stew21 · Jan 12, 2007

clasped-hand steeple
and a bow
to the word wizard -
moonshine moodswings
memory maker,
melancholy master.
Poet Sensei.
He is a weaver
with threads of magic
and light
the taste of flight,
winged and wicked.
His readers lose the line
between own truth
and the one he created;
wrapped in cloak,
new word wishes,
soaked in ether
of what lies between
and placed
in the heart;
disguised as
repressed memory,
new thought and
same feeling;
voodoo dejavu.
stand straight
and smile
when he takes
your hand
with no fear
as he leads you
to cliff's edge.
Hold tight,
breathe in
let your full lungs burn!
jump
and fly.

dclary · Jan 12, 2007

stew

if she knew
how simple
and how perfect
she is
she would be
simply perfect

KTC · Jan 12, 2007

dclary, dclary,
i bet you think
this poem is about you.
You're a swell guy
i know this to be true,
but the heaven above you,
the wondrous angel
with the glowing wingspan
of doves--
she's the one I want to praise.
Trishka tells a tale
in poetics strong enough
to knock the socks
off the dead--dclary is swell
but Trishka forces tears
to trace this aging poet's
blushing cheeks.
So, Clary-D, have your day,
dance if you may, or wish,
just wave
to the one above you
along the way--
she's my poison
for today.

dclary · Jan 12, 2007

a haiku will do
I should say it suffices
to agree with you

Stew21 · Jan 12, 2007

KTC and DClary

for the smile
and soul
in the words today
i can only say,
thank you both,
you shining and true,
wordsmiths for
the sweets you've given me.
I'm blessed to have
your good opinions
and cherish
the words
you offered to me.
So in return,
I give
a bow
and wink
to
my sensei
and
a wave
and boo
to
my ghost.

davids · Jan 12, 2007

Trish has made us blush
a thrush of love is she
a happy lady
to help a May Day
and smile our boo boo's away!

K1P1 · Jan 12, 2007

A blushing lobster is a delicious thing
Flaming red crustacean
Hides sweet white pearlescent flesh
Trembling with desire
I lay aside my pick and cracker
Delay my gratification until after the next poem is complete

davids · Jan 12, 2007

Maggie knit my heart together
for it truly needs your skill and care
it sometimes feels like taffy pull
till your sweet kraft
fulfills the pull

Stew21 · Jan 27, 2007

He wears a lobster,
red,
lets it say
he's crusty
rusty,
but I believe
our lobster friend
is red
because his heart
is on his sleeve.
courageous.
thoughtful.
honest
and the red one
blushes pink
when a kind word
is sent his way.

Poem about the person above you.

Walks in the shades.

musker vyusher

here for a minute...catch me?

musker vyusher

Just a figment…

Set yourself free

here for a minute...catch me?

here for a minute...catch me?

Procrastination is its own reward

The mean one

Procrastination is its own reward

Stand in the Place Where You Live

Unabashed Mercenary

Stand in the Place Where You Live

Unabashed Mercenary

Procrastination is its own reward