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Harmony's eyes widen, as her gaze takes in the dress, Wyvvern's expression, and Kikuyu lying on the floor. Her muse shivers and shape-changes into a tall red flame...her eyes change color to a deep purple. Then, to everyone's suprise, she begins to giggle hysterically...her face flushing pinker and pinker until she distinctly resembles the hot dog lying in her lap. She laughs for approximately 10 minutes straight, her entire body flushing bright red, and causing everyone in the barbecue to look at her nervously and mutter under their breath.
Finally she gasps, coughs, chokes, and stops, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, oh..hehehehe...Aahahe, your faces...D-Don't worry. Don't worry! It's changeable."
She grins up at Wyvvern, an unusually toothy grin, for such a ladylike-appearing girl. "It's Almost-Magical Brand Chameleon Silk." She stands, shakes out her dress, and a ripple of rich, dark reddish-brown barbecue-sauce color spreads from the stain outwards until it colors the entire dress...including her skin, which stays bright red, and hair, which changes to a dark chocolate color. She winks at Kikuyu. "Nice moves! Wish I could do that..." She turns back to Wyvvern, who is staring at her uneasily. "Oh, Muse doesn't really have a name. Or a personality, actually. She's a she because I am...but I just call her 'Muse'. The Nine have names, though. Muse is just the conduit for The Nine." She looks expectantly around(wondering if she can still eat, now that she's sauce-colored).
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Here's a few more, first some REALLY old ones...the first two I wrote when I was in 8th grade, when I first met Muse....and then a few from my high school years(when I was really into having everything rhyme and rhythem out just right), and then a few later ones, better ones, towards the end.
Friendships
Friendships
Small fragile circles
Swirling colors of sadness
Or joy
A school of bubbles
Fading, brightening, tempered
By words and thoughts,
By dreams and ambitions
Small groups of humanity
Taking life as she comes
Some bubbles pop,
Flinging anger and hurt
On to others as well
But after awhile
A vagueness of youth
Gives way, as we find
Our own version of reality
Bonds strong, walls high
No newcomer can break our shells
We must open of our own will
And let new friendships grow
Pass me by
You who are my friend,
(You make me laugh, on days that are gray
If you would stay my friend,
(When you see me, I will smile)
Don't pause—
Don't stop or look deep into my eyes
Don't pause
Don't try to lift the mask on my face
Because if you look beneath
You will not see anything at all,
I am a hollow, empty, breathless shell,
Of what I used to be, in
The days when I was truly me..
You who are my friend,
(A bright flower in the desert of life),
If you would stay my friend
Don't—don't pause—
Pass me by
The Adoption
Bitter-sweet-
This tiny One I held
For but a moment-
I wonder as I wander though the hallways of my soul.
These tears, this joy,
this pain-
Will it ever be enough?
Small one,
So soft, so warm, so helpless,
So very mine—
Yet never was and never will be mine.
My heart sobs for your scent,
Trembles at your cry,
Just one more glance, one more touch-
Just one, and then I’ll go and let you be-
I’ll send you off to live your life
without me
Don’t cry, you’ll love them-
They’ll love you-
But never while I still draw breath
Will I forget this,
my
Bitter-sweet
moment with you…
I Am the Queen
I am the queen of unjust smiles,
secret plans, hidden files,
I creep around a question asked-
then run for miles.
I’m Empress of mournful cries,
stained hands, reddened eyes,
I never care, I do my task-
but in disguise.
I share with you this piece of Fate,
Love and trust, never wait,
my heart was lost between the lines-
now it's too late.
The Poplar and the Willow
The willow fair and poplar grow
side by side on a hillside green;
together they watched o'er the forest below,
and the animals, grass, and weeds.
The sturdy oak and the pine watched too,
Side by side on a hill nearby
They watched o’er a busy, and militant spot
Where a city soon came to rise.
They stood tall above their fast-paced world,
Looking down on it all with pride;
Until men with saws came and cut them down
To build scrapers for the skies.
The oak and the pine once mocked the two
as they guarded their simple spot;
but the poplar and the willow wept
when they saw their friends' trunks cut.
The poplar and willow were kinder than
the oak and the pine had been;
Though if you are any kinder than I
still remains to be seen.
This Too Shall Pass
It was long ago o'er the darkened fields,
'mid the clouds of fatal gas,
That a colonel beckoned his private near,
and he said "This too shall pass."
It's been longer still since a mother wept
for her daughter was breathing her last;
As she died, the child looked up and smiled-
"Don't cry, Mummy. This too shall pass."
Far out at sea lay a sinking ship,
ripped by enemy cannon blast
And as the sea buried broken bodies
it whispered "This too shall pass."
The ship has rotted, the mother is gone,
and the fields are covered with grass-
Though your hope be worn and your life, war-torn,
Just remember, This too shall pass.
Limerick
A portentous young Porpoise one day
declined to leap in the spray
Said He “’Tis most cold,
And as I’ve been told
I might freeze right to death as I play.”
RATS.
Are they rodents?
Or neighbors?
They scurry, crawl, pay taxes.
Burn trash in barrels.
Peek in my windows,
Scoffing,
At my lack
Of a tail…
Chaos’ Snowflakes
We sparkle we
Sing a song of sixpence
Read A Catcher in the Rye
See Baby’s little thumbprint
Baked in the pie
The silverware all disappear
And the Doggy in the Window
So kill another Mockingbird
And hang your head low, love
Like Jack Frost’s merry snowflakes
We all dance for Mother Nature
And as the sun rises and falls
We shine, in a chaotic life
Riddle
She wears the scent of autumn
mellow and sweet and bright
When twisted ‘round with cinnamon
Christmas comes to mind
Merry, she flowers in spring-time
Picture a Robin there;
And in Autumn you see her
With jewels in her hair.
Of Caramel Apple Dreams
Candied apples in the fall
once spoke to me
of lanterns
of campfires
warm summer nights
and overnight trips to the lake.
But now candied apples hurt my teeth
and lanterns hurt my eyes…
somehow
campfires are drear
mosquitoes hover, ever near
and even summer nights
are cold
when you’re older…
Lakes grow into swamps
grow into meadows
and time unmerciful
spoils even
my candied apple memories.
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Count me in!
I'll be the daughter of the Miller, A Miss 'Sisie' Susanna Caroline Dean...age 11, brown hair in pigtails, always dirty, loves to explore everything and anything, loves to invent strange creations, and posessing of a particular love for one-upping the town boys in all things...
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*Harmony peers around the corner, hair falling gracefully around her eyes* Ah, a new face! Welcome, Welcome to this unhallowed hall of creative thoughts...
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Or, you could just do it the easy way, and NOT try to explain how you can say in words what is beyond them...just write it anyway! The attempt of writers to discribe what is undiscribable, is what writing is really all about. If you don't want to use a sentence or a 'spoken' phrase to discribe the feeling of this communication, then you could try to say it by discribing the emotion that is felt...
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O My Gawd....and I thought I knew 'dumb blonde'!!! I gotta copy this for my sister, she'd crack up...like I am now...that is soo awesome...Someone should seriously put that scene in a movie!!!! they'd make a killing!
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Degorram, I really liked the poem too...I thought the rhythem was a little choppy, but it still worked well, probably better than I could do it! In any case, I see a lot of truth in the phrases "children of disaster", and the whole last stanza...I especially liked the part "all can't see with thier own eyes/that life at all is living". I've felt the frustration at humanity in general, that we so often take for granted the things which should be most precious to us, and lose sight of what life really means, in the rush and chaos of living.
Great poem!
*Harmony goes off to beat up her muse, to try to wake her up*
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Uuh...huh....
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Heh...makes me think of all the folk dancing I used to do with my parents...*sigh* ah, memories. My mom and papa were (and still are) the best polka-ers I know...
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Harmony arrives with her accompaniment, a ghost-like muse with a lute, floating above and behind her. She glances dreamily at the food, then decides she's not hungry, and politely seats herself as close to Wyvvern as possible without seeming too forward...or getting barbeque sauce on her cream-colored silks from Ran-Yoko's avid munchings. She arranges her dress and her muse and begins twiddling a strand of golden hair between her fingers, attempting to think of something witty...
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A young maiden in a cream-colored silk gown catches sight of the red-hair from a tower window and waves goodbye...
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I like the way your poems have a rhythem to them, a certain beat...even without an actual rhyme scheme. I especially liked "hope", the way you ended it with one word. Keep writing!
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See, I can write OF love...but never of being IN love...not romantic, just depressing...
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Two Hearts in Love
We are two hearts in love
My soul, my eyes
A heart that longs
That lingers with a gentle touch,
And too, a heart that cries.
We are two hearts in love,
My self and I
A heart un-shy
Ravenous and cunning
Starving for excitement.
So we feel shame
And shamefully take our prize
live just to lift our bloody trophy high;
And my two hearts weep to be clean
Of our sweet, ghastly sin.
We are two hearts in love,
Our hour is near
For ending love’s embrace
Forevermore.
In the Dark
Feeling my way in the dark
I strike a match
On my calloused heart
And watch it burn awhile
A candle’s no use here
This darkness surrounding me
Is a part of my soul
My tears fall, pointless now
Like the match,
Falling dead from my fingers
Light gone
Leaving me to feel the burn
In the dark again
How To Warm February
What do you make of February?
The coldest month of the year-
The most drear--
A time best spent in school,
Spring dances,
Or otherwise huddled
In groups to keep warm.
And yet, for all its many
Weatherly problems,
It is known to many
as the month for love?
Perhaps our dear
Saint Valentine
In all his wisdom recognized--
That a little love goes a long way--
and love is by far
The best heater of them all.
For a tree’s life
I wish that I could be a tree;
I’d fly fast and far on stiff wooden wings,
Settle deep into dark, forgiving earth,
And there begin to grow.
I’d turn out my leaves fresh and new every spring,
And put my flowers on display for awhile,
Birds might nest in my branches,
Children might carve their initials,
And I wouldn’t need to care.
I’d bend when the wind blew,
Revel at the Sun’s touch,
Stand naked outdoors in the coldest of winter,
And sigh softly for joy when the rain fell,
Using my leaves and branches as the instrument
Of my happiness.
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Thanks, AuroraAoD!
Here are a few more poems...
Old Temptations
O Temptation,
Dear Old friend-
Have you come a-haunting me
A-haunting again?
Standing ever by me
On Razor’s edge I’ll tred;
While you teach the facts of life
Night is Black, Blood is Red.
You must hold your foes close
but hold your friends away,
lest they become too close,
And know
to get away from you…
O Temptation
I'm feeling your old flame
Have you come a-haunting me
a-haunting
Again?
Trapped
Sinking
Choking
lungs screaming for air
it is hard to die-
still harder to live-
dark water
foaming over my eyes
Over my head
bubbles fleeing from my sight--
The frenzied scrabble
of my hands
slows, and now
my head is throbbing
with the nearness of death
Dark water whispering
sleep, sleeeeep…
yet my numb fingers close
around a car's door handle
and I am free!
Soaring up
breaking the surface
gulping air, my heart racing
Realizing
I will not die today!
Magic Lantern
I am a genie in a golden lamp
My magic lights the way for others here
Yet, trapped inside my cell I cannot see
The light that shines from me
You are the genie in the lamp I hold
Your magic lights my pathway through the night
I wish to break your bonds and set you free
To shine for all to see
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'Yikes'! 'quoth I, 'pon reading the last bit
how do I write of Pain, knowing of it?
For pain with knowlege makes a poison drear
which brings on me paralysis, from fear...
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Interesting...very interesting...can't say I understand any of it, but it's got a lot of good descriptives, makes you think. Just not quite sure it makes me think about..except insanity...
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Very, very good....much better than the works I saw on Poetry.com...I especially liked the one about shifting time, that rang true for me as well...a sense of being trapped in one's self, unable to leave or change. That's what I got from it. *retreats back into own cell*
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A Cheshire tho' this cat be, not,
his claws t'were sharp, and breathing, hot,
and I, a-spying over him
could not deny his Cheshire grin
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13. yet another female pennite - reverie (thanks for your help with my poems)
Erm...reverie happens to be male.
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true, true...that is why it's so tricky to find and write about subjects that so many people can relate to. I think you've done that, though. Congrats!
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Acutally, I have a hard time writing poetry that isn't entirely free-verse and/or depressing in nature. Most of my works are written when I'm feeling bad! For instance, Dusk to Dawn, Gecko Dreams, Grey Day, Memorial, Twilight, and After the Beginning are all about sad or bad experiences. I don't have many romantic poems! Here are a couple I'd call 'romantic'--
Motorcycle Ride
My laughter building,
Bubbling up in me on a summer’s evening
A motorcycle ride, just you and I
My mind is spinning,
Full of your scent as we are riding,
So close, my arms wrapped tight around you
Wind, fall far behind,
We two will conquer you--
Sing in our ears a harmony
We are
in tune
For I’m feeling the way we fly
Feeling the stares of passers-by
In their eyes I see their envy
As we roar on by
Road, lead us onward, forward,
Casting our eyes ahead
Our cares far behind
Smooth and free,
we’ll soar
No secret care could break,
or take, this magic from us
My heart is burning,
Wishing this ride would never end,
Feeling the chill of sunset, washing over us
So sad to go, I don’t even want to leave
Twilit stars winking their pleasures
At us down below
Out on our motorcycle ride
Baby I lied
We were eager once
In the springtime nights together
And I held your heart
And I know that you held mine
I have come to know, now
That all we have together
Rests on those sweet hours
Those sweet hours that will never come again
I know you love me still
I know you always will
I love you too
You know I do
Oh I have tried and tried
To stay by your side
but I lied when I said I was true
I love you so, but Baby I just can’t stay with you
Ice Cream in the Rain
Do you remember that sweet march day
Just barely warm enough
To go out for ice cream
Do you remember the thunderhead
that rolled on in
While we sat under the Dairy Queen
sunroof outside?
How we laughed and shivered
As the rain poured down
How the thunder crashed around us
And we minded not a bit
Mixing ice cream and rain
With kisses
And as spring broke around us
It lifted us up in a flawless joy
As the years go by
And we toil in strife
We often forget how much we have
And in march, when the wind
Is blowing thunderclouds in
Can we still eat ice cream in the rain
See what I mean? None of those are any good at all, except maybe the motorcycle one...and even that's not great. I'm just not good at expressing my romantic side in poetry...
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What he said!I like how clean this poem is. It invokes the strongest imagry and thoughts with the shortest and simpliest words and lines. There's no one excess and nothing more needs to be added. This is indeed a work of a mature poet. Very well done.
I too have dreams of flying, which I've had for years, very strange thing about them, I had to teach myself to dream that way...more on that in my other posts!
An Unexpected Barbecue
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Harmony looks at Wyvvern(whose tongue is still hanging out), then Kikuyu, then Degorram, curiously. "Who is Orlan? I would like to meet this Orlan, and see if he is as sexy sexy as you say."