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  • Rookie - 147 Points Terrance Tracy (5/17/2014 9:44:00 PM) Post reply
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    I Am Still Alive

    Covered with dust are words
    of expectation; like an ancient
    warrior whose trust in his
    sword that has failed to serve him,
    so my words are covered
    with dust for the lack of poetic
    appreciation lost in a forum of opinion
    has attempted to derail my trust in a pen.

    I am still alive and I will survive
    because I am still alive to pursue
    my quest I am still alive to express
    that which gives inspiration to
    pick up my pen to begin again.
    I am still alive.

    Like Emerson's kernel of corn I will
    till the soil and do my best to remove
    the dust from my words of poetic verse
    because they are my thoughts for me to
    express despite the vitriol of public
    opinion.

    I am still alive to pen no matter if the
    the words are covered with dust and
    offend the elite, I will lay them at
    your feet for you to remove the dust
    which covers the words, and now I have
    done my pen a service because I am still
    alive.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Freshman - 644 Points Jefferson Carter (5/14/2014 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    If any PHer is interested in hearing me read a few poems and chatting about poetry, there's a video of an interview with me on youtube.

    Google youtube, then search Jefferson Carter poet. I look a little nuts and a lot older than I feel, but the conversation is pretty cool. Let me know what you think

  • Rookie Shirene Smith (5/13/2014 3:21:00 PM) Post reply

    OPINIONS PLS.

    ADDICTIONS
    It has a hold on you
    TRAPPED
    You CAN’T see it, but you KNOW it’s there
    The EVIL you do
    Every day it CONTROLS your
    SPEAKING, THINKING, SUBCONSCIOUS, SEXUALITY,
    MOTIVATION, HUMANITY, SELF RESPECT, HAPPINESS,
    and FREEDOM
    Your soul cries tears DAILY
    For MERCY
    From the EVIL you do
    You PRAY incessantly
    God HEARS you and RESPONDS
    You START to FIGHT back
    You BREAK the chains
    You STAND tall in your TRUTH
    You become STRONGER
    Your soul HEALS
    Now welcome back your
    SPEAKING, THINKING, SUBCONSCIOUS, SEXUALITY,
    MOTIVATION, HUMANITY, SELF RESPECT, HAPPINESS,
    and FREEDOM
    Shirene Smith

  • Rookie Shirene Smith (5/13/2014 3:19:00 PM) Post reply

    @yash Shinde, sorry but I got a little confused along the middle and I never caught up by it's end.

  • Rookie Shirene Smith (5/13/2014 3:18:00 PM) Post reply

    @Frank Ovid, I enjoyed the The Bag Poem, whimsical and humorous.

  • Rookie - 118 Points Yash Shinde (4/30/2014 8:44:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear honest critics, I seek your reviews on this one.....

    ##To bosom thee.....I'll Rise...##..

    He was before his beloved,
    Kneeling on his thighs……..
    His shoulders down,
    With soulful cries…….

    Slid down his cheeks, like shiny pearls,
    The tears that his doleful eyes did shed….
    Was held in them a vision of his mistress,
    Who lied helpless in her cold deathbed….

    Bowing his head, lifting hands in plea,
    Breaking the silence, quoth he-

    ____”Once bound with the essence of thee
    ____I now wash the coast like a restless sea”
    ____”Powered by love my heart did bore,
    ____I’ll trace your impressions on the sandy shore….”

    ____”Turning stones time does flow,
    ____a model of valor, should you lie so low?”
    ____”your mellow fragrance in the darkness behind,
    ____tell me my precious, where will I find?”

    She raised her eyes, deep as a sea,
    In a soothing voice, quoth she-

    ____”See the alluring florets of rose that,
    ____bloom opening their carmine lips, ”
    ____”With a mellow scent, they invite,
    ____butterflies to deliver a kiss…..”

    ____”In blossom of rose you shall see me,
    ____that blooms with the kiss of thee..”
    ____”Amongst trodden hopes and dismal cries,
    ____like the sun of hope I will rise! ”

    ____”Thus like a rose dwelling
    ____in the eyes of thee”
    ____”In curls of petals,
    ____You shall find me…”

    With his blood hitting his veins like an edgy sea,
    In a painful voice quoth he-

    ____”Every blossom does wither with time,
    ____every Bonnie creation someday declines.”
    ____”In the withered remnants dispelled behind
    ____ tell me my love where would I find?”

    Wiping the tears his had shed.
    With calmness of a sage, his beloved said-

    ____”If you wash the shore like a restless sea.
    ____in spiriting rivers you shall find me..”
    ____”Which through meandering turns do make their course,
    ____and cut through boulders to reach their source…”

    ____”Like a river unifying with salinity of the sea,
    ____I lose my soul, and ally with thee..”

    ____”If like a graceful dove you’ll appraise the sky, ____
    ____like a breeze from the surface, I’ll rise” ____
    ____”Like a phoenix that rises from ashes to life, ____
    ____to wipe your tears from dust I’ll rise”____
    ____”Like an angel that dwells in heavenly paradise, ____
    ____to empower the oceanic tides, like moon I’ll rise”____
    ____”In my portrait I’ll live that dwells in your eyne,
    ____Like a fragrance that scents I’ll rise” ____

    - - -”Search me not the remnants behind,
    - - -But in the stillness of your soul, me you’ll find”
    - - -Mortals do vanish, true love never dies…
    - - -To bosom thee, from dead I’ll rise….

    ______________________

    The pearls slid smoothly over his facial curls,
    And wet the still heart that bore his name…
    The silent heart of a sacred soul,
    Dipped in the bloody tears, pious it became……


    Copyright © Yash Shinde 2014

  • Veteran Poet - 1,625 Points Herbert Guitang (4/22/2014 4:18:00 AM) Post reply

    Kindly check my poems to the poet page and check my rhyming of lines. Thank you very much

  • Freshman - 623 Points Frank Ovid (4/18/2014 1:39:00 PM) Post reply

    For: She Who Weakened


    i poured a poesy
    from a jar in a field

    full of two-petaled
    daisies that were

    not mechanical
    boxes filled with

    churning lubricant,
    and she

    had on a dead
    man's shirt.

    purple plaid.
    the sun was just

    coming up, and
    our shoes were

    covered with dew

  • Freshman - 623 Points Frank Ovid (4/13/2014 8:02:00 PM) Post reply

    Mam, there's been a HUGE misunderstanding. I sent that poem to 4 different members for their opinion,3 of whom are male. NOT JUST YOU! The poem is abstract, NOT about a person (much less you) . In no way was poem meant to be 'nasty'. You didn't like it. Fine. I understand. My poetry is not for everyone, and I prefer it that way. You've been replying to some others on the forum and I thought maybe you liked them. I guess not. (why were you commenting then, just to make fun of me?not sure if I understand) I don't 'cruise' for anybody or anything by the way. Just pretend it all never happened I guess. I'm fairly confused to honest.

  • Freshman - 623 Points Frank Ovid (4/12/2014 9:31:00 PM) Post reply

    The Bag With Something Soft Inside


    Once I had a bag that
    had something soft
    inside.
    I felt in that bag.
    I felt that soft.
    The soft was on the
    inside. It was soft.
    And it was a bag.
    Around the soft
    there was a bag.
    A bag with soft
    inside of it.
    Did I mention it
    was blue?

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