(1/11/2007 4:05:00 AM)
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A silent gathering around,
at the end of a long journey of exertions all expired.
All present share equally
the crackling explosions of wakefulness,
that emanate from the heat
of libations offered.
All present and present All.
No words to break the unitary silence.
Such a large room fully lit by just one light.
A completeness in a stilling state,
It is an invocation for us all.
To come home.Replies for this message:
(9/16/2013 11:33:00 AM)
this makes me think of Christmas :)
(1/20/2007 8:53:00 PM)
Your poem makes me want to purchase a fireplace. I especially like: 'Such a large room fully lit by just one light. A completeness in a stilling state' I am warmed to my fingertips with this one. ... more
- Kristina Dee (9/16/2013 11:33:00 AM) Post reply
Jan Oskar Hansen
(1/9/2007 10:22:00 AM)
We sat in a yellow cab when I gave her
an engagement ring and asked her to
marry me; she said no, and I threw
the ring out of window. The cab howled
to a halt, driver got out found the ring,
which he accepted as payment when we
reached our destination. Met him years
later now a happily married man thanks
to my ring. The woman who refused my
offer is married too, but not to me.
I spend most of my time driving around
New York looking for something I once
dreamed about, but lost in 42nd street, or
was it in 43rd street?
glad for any comments
Karima Astrid P
(1/9/2007 5:32:00 AM)
hey i am looking for somebody who can give comments to my poems
and give me suggestions
(12/21/2006 9:27:00 PM)
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Hi i am looking for anybody who would like to look at my poems to give me advice and critique them alittle because I am not to expirienced in writing I am still in high school but it is what I love to do and I am always looking for ways to improve.
(12/14/2006 6:51:00 PM)
Hello, I'm looking for anyone who's a little more cultured in the writing world than me to look at a poem or two of mine, like a mock workshop or whatever. All I have for writing experience is one college class in Creative Writing. If there's anyone interested, please reply to this message.
(12/12/2006 6:00:00 PM)
This Friday as every Friday since last Friday is booze night with crazy poemos and stories so u r all welcome to write something and add it to ur list, if u like.
All the best and more
(11/30/2006 4:52:00 PM)
Any French or French speakin fellow poemhunters out there could tell me your opinion for Le chasseur de l'esprit.Its my poemo Mindhunter in French though I dont know French, with a little help of a friend of mine I manage to write it.
(11/27/2006 2:09:00 PM)
What do you all think of organising a day for booze? Let say Friday and we write about our favourite drinks and crazy stories relating to booze and call it
'Friday night is pie-eyed night.'Francesca Johnson gave me the idea and the name.
(11/24/2006 2:51:00 AM)
(11/2/2006 4:23:00 PM)
I don’t see myself in this.
Waiting for the cloud to part,
for my illumination to begin.
When I’m warm I grasp it, mania ensues.
The need for clarification overwhelms me
I overstep the mark and your recoil begins.
Reciting Oppenheimer, caught in the brightness,
all I can do is wait for the clouds to converge.
You walk away.
Wanting to feel.
Wanting to hope.
Wanting to love.
Briefest of glimpses. You see me in there.
Promethean intensity revealing what is alive
but that which can’t persist.
A love shaped by contrast, by shade: eclipsed.
Within my penumbra all is bleak.
I want to emerge and unfurl-to radiate
Helping me feel.
Helping me hope.
Helping me love.
Red and Black are my world’s only colours.
Falsehoods and deceptions.
what emerges inside me.
I am at home in Diodati.
Corrosion can be reversed
but its remnants still contaminate.
Acceptance of the haze is the beginning of purity.
A Marriner © September 2006