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  • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (11/5/2014 9:57:00 PM) Post reply
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    Appropriate for this time of year?

    Poppy

    You were wild when I first saw you
    on the rocky hills of the city of my birth,
    where human hearts are barren now.

    History does take its toll. You grew
    where nothing should. Stingy with your beauty;
    red wrinkled papyrus-paper for petals

    with a blotch of black, and skinny, sickly
    stems were all you could afford. Like all
    who lived off these ancient stony grounds,

    the centuries have blown away your need for
    the wasteful seeds of vanity. Neither size
    nor resplendence mattered there.

    You are not for the foolish or the vain.
    They will walk past you, blind in their quest.
    Only the rebels and the rebellious

    know your worth. For, in the confidence
    of your posture and the strength with which
    you carry your crude, crimson crown is where

    your true beauty lies. No, you were never
    one to fuss. Even before you'd blossom,
    no thought of the aesthetic would cross your mind.

    A hairy, hanging bulb is all one would see.
    But, when the time came for you and your like
    to bloom, you would burst open to spill pools

    of red, flooding the stark landscapes. There are,
    of course, those that surpass you in splendor,
    color, or fragrance, but none have mastered

    the art of simplicity, like you.
    You always knew exactly what our hearts
    required and gave it in fields of crimson.

    As I grew, I traveled near and far
    and saw tulips, luscious lilies, dashing
    daisies, roses of every shape and size,

    irresistible irises, lilacs,
    carnations full and fat, stoic, splendid
    gladiolas, intricate orchids, and

    scent-full jasmines, but none ever
    took my breath away. Always stowed in the back
    of flower shops is where I would find you.

    I was fortunate though, because all the
    women I have loved had loved you. I always
    wondered what your appeal was. What did you

    ever offer beyond your wrinkled petals
    and hairy stems?I suppose it doesn't really
    matter, since you already had me, at first sight.
    Mike Acker

  • Gold Star - 12,291 Points Mohammad Skati (11/5/2014 3:47:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I like to make comparisons between the English poetry and the other languages' poetry anytime, so if anyone likes to share this in this forum anytime. Thanks.

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    • Gold Star - 12,291 Points Points Of View (11/6/2014 2:43:00 AM) Post reply

      I will post poem in Filipino (Tagalog) That's a good idea but then in English we can understand well..Even for sometime there are corrections...

  • Rookie - 788 Points Dan Reynolds (11/5/2014 2:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Would you find school easier now, were you to go back?Once, homework research would involve questioning our elders or a trip to the library. Now?Just ask your watch or phone.; ¬)

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    • Rookie - 788 Points Kay Staley (11/13/2014 9:33:00 AM) Post reply

      I am sure that school is a lot different now than it was, but everyone seems to think that it is a breeze now and that it was very hard back then. I am working on my Bachelors at home and cleping out ... more

    • Rookie - 788 Points Paul Tubb (11/10/2014 7:11:00 AM) Post reply

      When I was at school I used to ask my phone for help on my homework... I had to do it out loud and it never answered me, Other parents didn't let their offspring associate with me... I was kn ... more

    • Rookie - 788 Points delilah contrapunctal (11/5/2014 3:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Hard to say, Danny.....when I asked my father various (and numerous) questions his answer would be, " look it up" ...and I did....and only then could we discuss whatever topic I'd asked him ... more

  • Rookie - 919 Points Gulsher John (11/3/2014 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Blame me not, as
    I'm knocked out by my
    fancies false,

    that utter incessantly
    in abyss, and play a
    noisy chorus

    to poison this broad
    earth.I've dream, dream of a
    new morrow:

    to see a new world.
    Whilst lonesome I in
    this endless

    journey, I am not
    yet done.O! don't piss
    me off,

    let me trade my
    anguish first, then it could
    rest awhile.

    p.s. A cliché?yep, so suggestions, changes or corrections are welcomed.

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    • Rookie - 919 Points Mandolyn ... (11/4/2014 8:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      first strophe reads nice to me, buy i would lose 'my' blame me not, as i'm knocked out by fancies false that utter incessantly from abyss, and play a noisy chorus to poison this broa ... more

  • Rookie - 204 Points Jack Growden (11/3/2014 9:07:00 PM) Post reply

    http://www.poemhunter.com/jack-growden-2/

  • Rookie - 788 Points Dan Reynolds (11/3/2014 7:40:00 AM) Post reply

    Why are there no aspirins in the jungle?
    Coz the parrots eat 'em all..

  • Veteran Poet - 4,338 Points Tony Adah (11/3/2014 6:03:00 AM) Post reply

    I've just posted - The Pelican. Please read it and I'll appreciate your comments
    From my side of the world have a great day every PH.

  • Rookie - 186 Points metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (10/31/2014 6:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    HAPPY HALLOWEEN! My traditional Halloween/Easter poem, posted as a reply:

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    • Rookie - 186 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (11/6/2014 6:27:00 AM) Post reply

      If i may ask what is the significant inspiration behind Halloween?

    • Rookie - 186 Points Gulsher John (11/1/2014 7:18:00 PM) Post reply

      Hey Jim, you'r amazing storyteller, this one twists as big bang twisted the first chapter of Exodus.Zombie Jesus... goodness, lolz.

    • Rookie - 186 Points metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (10/31/2014 6:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Night of the Living Jesus Did your momma ever tell you, when you were snuggled in your bed, about the man named Jesus?How he rose up from the dead? Well, now that the players are all long gone, ... more

  • Veteran Poet - 3,422 Points Lyn Paul (10/31/2014 6:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Good day.. Any ideas on what to do with all of my saved poetry?I have 17 pages and that will be my ink if I print.
    Thanks for sharing. Lyn

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  • Freshman - 1,235 Points Bull Hawking (10/31/2014 3:51:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Did I leave my glasses in here?

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