City~Data Poetry Garden (song)

[poconoproud]

I love poetry, and I was hoping to share mine with you, and ask you to share yours as well. I've shared before in gamers creative corner in the games forums...but not too many folks know about it. Now that we have our very own writing forum, we can all share our poetic creativity here.

hope you like my style! The first one I chose to share is called

A Trip To The Mirror

Just as the cover does not reveal the book -
not the subject, nor the time the author took ~
The mirror judges only how I look.

In the looking glass, is an echo of my face -
revealing no inner beauty, exposing no simple grace ~
The flowers all but forgotten, I see only the vase.

I touch the mirrors surface, searching for more -
I feel only glass, not the sands upon my shore.
It does not show that my heart's an open door.

A reflection of me, that is no reflection of me,
giving no indication of the person I can be ~
A loyal friend and a spirit that is free.

I took a trip to the mirror, to see how I look -
making sure to take note of the time the author took ~
and remembering not to judge the cover of the book.



ok my creative compatriots...you're it!

[Peggy Anne]

Another day in Ponderville
Here I live
On top of the hill

This day I awaken
To a bitter chill
Mother mountain
Hold me still

I gaze upon a nasty rain
Death won't come
And end my pain

The covers rumpled
Where I have lain
Father Sleep
Please break this chain

C Jan 20 2007 Stargazer

(Peggy Anne)

[Buzz123]

I hate (most) poetry, so when a writing instructor told us students to write a poem here is what I wrote:

Poetry’s For Geeks



Muhammad Ali speaks in rhymes,

but he’s the greatest champion of all times;

unless, of course, you’re a Joe Louis fan,

and, really, at my age I think that I am.



So if, as you say, we should write as we speak,

then writing poems would make me a geek;

and, that is why this rhyme you see

is the only poem you’ll get out of me

[Buzz123]

But one morning I got up early, and we were having one of those extremely rare cloudy days in the desert that kind of reminded me of home, so I was inspired to do this one.

A Rare Spring Morning

It’s dark and damp this morning
A Spring chill is in the air
Birds are chirping wildly
Flowers showing everywhere.

It’s a West Virginia morning
That it’s plain to see
While sipping at my coffee
Dogs grinning up at me.

A West Virginia morning
Is always cold and dank
Yet it invigorates my spirit
And gives me pause to think.

It’s my favorite kind of morning,
When the sun’s not burning me
The air is clean and fragrant
But looks as grim as grim can be.

A morning such as this one
Is rare where I now roam
For I’m in the hot, dry desert
Three thousand miles from home.

[poconoproud]

good morning...thanks for the wonderful contributions! They are great.

buzz..for someone who hates poetry, you write it well!

great writing peggy anne! very impressive!

[poconoproud]

two hungry hawks are hunting,
round in circles they fly...
the fearless fowls are screeching,
in starved excitement they cry...
The prey they seek may try to hide,
but they will still fly round,
waiting out the meal they know
will eventually be found...
With super speed they strike their prey,
With savage abandon they kill…
They rip with powerful talons,
covered with blood they spill.
For nature knows no mercy,
The hawk will show no care,
It is survival of the fittest…
And no meal will they spare.

[ElizNJ]

A Place Called Yesterday

There is a place behind a door
Which does not need a key
That place is one of hopes and dreams
Which are not meant to be

Most people live behind that door
And never find a way
Out of that place of broken dreams
A place called Yesterday

There is a place beyond a door
Which needs a special key
That place is filled with love and joy
A place most never see

The happiness we've come to share
The feelings that have grown
Gives us something very rare
A key to call our own

Our love will open up that door
And leave behind all sorrow
Together we will, hand in hand
Step into Tomorrow.

[ElizNJ]

Lyrics to the theme from the Godfather

Don't place a bet upon the horse that's in your bed
He won't be running any races now...he's dead
He crossed the line, But not in time
Now he's the horse that lost the race by a head

The jockey tried to make him run
But when he lost they took a gun
The horse's body they did make into glue
But his head they are saving just for you
So don't sleep tight, Keep on a light
Cause I am telling you this song is not yet through

[karibear]

Faded Glory

Breakers pound, endlessly
heartbeating on the beach;
the Santiago rests quietly,
patiently, oblivious to
winter storms raging.

Waves become calm surf,
barnacles grow. Still
the Santiago waits, serene
in endless dreams of days
when she proudly rode
those same waves now
playing tag through her ribs.

[Ticky909]

I don't know if you can tab very well on city data so we'll see how this shows up. edit=ok you cant tab, imagine - is an inch tab

Take vapours,
Dense in
--------------Advent day,
Wholly in.
With time's pass,
Cool morn's
-------------Mist decays,
Flies away

*
Profound
------------Cloud-matter,
Born o'er head,
Embrace
------------Forest oak.
Invoke'd
----------- Druid-folk,
Spirits Age'd,
Hover
Low amidst
Mist
And
Shade
Nocturnal

*

The forest Carnutes,
Where ceremony smoke meets mist:
Sundown

With robes haggard,
Shoulder-hung and sunlight weathered:
Three Gauls.

Moisture from skyborn vapours, precipitation in gliding suspension. Haze, thin mist, impediment to sight glancing about the gaps between trees deciduous. With breath intake joined by a cool antihour mist, a conformity of air is relieved of its backed burden of water-weight.

Spied upright,
Congregating with brethren,
Stemmed from pyre,
Ornate with hollow's flora,
Raised skyward into the advancing mist.