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  • Gold Star - 8,629 Points Fabrizio Frosini (2/11/2015 6:06:00 PM) Post reply
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    Hello,

    I'm planning, together with other poets, to publish a poetry e-book (antology) .

    We would like to have a few more poets in our group. Possibly from different parts of the world.
    Each of them will have 7-10 pages.
    At least 50% of the poetry has to be new (not already posted on web-sites) .

    If of interest, write a message to me.
    Thank you

  • Gold Star - 21,435 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/11/2015 2:23:00 AM) Post reply

    Read today the poem " our life" written by Valsa George and felt it so glad in reading the poem about life and tips to lead a virtuous life.

  • Gold Star - 9,104 Points Rajnish Manga (2/11/2015 12:16:00 AM) Post reply

    I have recently read two wonderful poems devoted to the subject of girl child and the daughters in our society and was deeply impressed by the way the poets have made out a case for girls' and daughters' importance and significance in society. In my opinion, their effort is laudable particularly in the context of prevailing south Asian conditions where the girls have faced discrimination and have been, more often than not, at the receiving end. I personally appeal to all the members and readers to read the following poems and subscribe their valuable comments on the subject:

    Girls Are Like Roses.... by Seema Chowdhury

    'A Girl Child Is God's Gift' by seemakhera (Aanamika 805)

  • Rookie - 165 Points Shifty Moriarty (2/10/2015 12:43:00 PM) Post reply

    They say I lie or feign
    in all I write. Not true.
    It’s simply that I feel
    by way of imagination
    the heart I never use.

    Fernando Pessoa

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gyongyi Mcdonnell (2/8/2015 8:23:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi, Does anyone know if there is a translation of Az Alfold by Petofi Sandor?

  • Rookie - 24 Points Mongezi Rocksy Mo-fusion (2/7/2015 9:13:00 AM) Post reply

    a hustler's bible by Gyton Mcchenzie, in all the books I've read this was the first from an author who originate in South Africa and I greatly confess it has changed my life, especially coming from an 'ex-con' who has made it big dispite his criminal record.

  • Gold Star - 21,435 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/6/2015 9:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    No more cliches written by Octavio Paz the great poet's poem read today in the forum and it is a good poem that is dedicated to women. More poems of Octavio Paz is welcomed for reading and understanding.

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  • Freshman - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (2/3/2015 8:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I've been working on this poem since Sunday night... The fog that morning was what inspired me.

    A Visitor in the Morning Fog
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh, what a stage this morning break;
    on waking to a misty light.
    My heart is weak, I feel it ache
    upon this morning sight.

    So thick the fog the dawn opaque,
    which blocks the morning bright.
    Unlike the sun my heart won't hide,
    nor in the fog where it dwells.

    And even though with all my pride,
    this hateful heart, I knew so well,
    had left this man alone to stride
    in this small smoky hell.

    But in this fog a creature stirs,
    with wings to which to flutter.
    And though my eyes a blur,
    I hear those wings begin to sputter.

    But if it is as I should infer,
    'tis some black bird aflutter.
    To be here now where I have stood
    amidst the winter's fog.

    It perched itself upon a wood,
    a branch that fell into a log;
    as nature shaped itself, it would
    remove the gowans frae the bog.

    O blackened creature piercing eyes,
    It pierces my soul and steals my heart.
    I hear its scornful cries
    as it rips my soul apart.

    As truth be told, I dare not lie;
    I cannot cease this beating heart.
    The crow that craves its carrion,
    can never hide from me.

    The pair of us shall carry on
    in this fog, no men can see.
    Nor shall they hear its clarion,
    its squawking in an offset key.

    It mocks me with its devilish stare,
    in this fog upon this stage.
    Such risk this foulest bird would dare,
    then as to assuage
    the gripes of this a smoky air
    in a fog-like cage.

    It speaks to me on this wise,
    " I shall never let you die."
    said he with his scornful cries,
    spreading wings now as to fly.

    That ol' bird now on arise,
    soaring to the sun on high.
    Now I'm left alone to ponder,
    who or what that crow may be.

    Alone am I left to wander,
    while that bird is flying free.
    In the mist now yonder,
    I am stricken with this misery.

    For it twas I the darkened bird,
    that tore my soul apart;
    Stole my voice, my words,
    my virgin beating heart.

    I feel this day absurd;
    cursed me since the start.

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    • Freshman - 544 Points Dan Reynolds (2/4/2015 7:42:00 AM) Post reply

      Taking a life of its own now Adam. I toyed with the play between " carrion" and " carry on" myself, but had liitle time to respond on YAP.

  • Rookie - 345 Points Jeremy Horsford (2/1/2015 5:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    7th Day - Reality


    Day 1: We awoke as unknowns.

    Day 2: We awoke as unknowns. We crossed one another whilst
    attempting to fulfil our commitments.

    Day 3: We awoke as unknowns. We crossed one another whilst
    attempting to fulfil our commitments. You smiled, I tripped and fell.

    Day 4: We awoke as unknowns. We crossed one another whilst
    attempting to fulfil our commitments. You smiled, I tripped and fell.
    You offered me a helping hand.

    Day 5: We awoke as unknowns. We crossed one another whilst
    attempting to fulfil our commitments. You smiled, I tripped and fell.
    You offered me a helping hand. We departed.

    Day 6: We awoke as unknowns. We crossed one another whilst
    attempting to fulfil our commitments. You smiled, I tripped and fell.
    You offered me a helping hand. We departed. I stared.

    Day 7: Only if...

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    • Rookie - 345 Points Jeremy Horsford (2/8/2015 3:18:00 PM) Post reply

      There are times when life slips through our fingers and are times when we should not allow it. The poem represents one of the times when we should not.

    • Rookie - 345 Points Professor Plum (2/1/2015 7:46:00 PM) Post reply

      Interesting to a point...but, what's the point?Not a knock, but how is the reader's life impacted?

  • Gold Star - 21,435 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/31/2015 9:08:00 AM) Post reply

    I read today the famous poem of Rudyard Kipling " If" and it is marvelous and a human touch is there.

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