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Sandra Elstree.
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 11:21am Report to Moderator
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What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?

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Wow you guys are giving me inspiration.

It's interesting: I always liked the simplicity of the haiku. Johnny boy's poems were excellent and one in particular stood out for me. This one:

Detour
Walking through the park takes longer.
But some things
Don't have to be shortcuts.

**

Immediately, I thought of a route I often take to drive to Innisfail. Or I request it if my husband or kids are driving.

"Shall we take the scenic route?" I ask. The highway is small, with ranch lands and past The Bowden Penitentiary. Workers from there are often seen walking alongside the small highway for exercise on their lunch breaks.

So Johnny, thanks for this. I'm going to show it to my husband and kids later today.

And now I'll get onto a "Walk Home" poem... Many ideas have crossed my mind on this.

And yes, it's all screenwriting. I have a short script that came from "the gay" thread, but I want to run it through several passes before I submit it.

Who knows what might come out of this Poems thread?!

Sandra



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Gone for a walk
I came back alone
No one around to talk
Like a king with no throne

You're gone forever
But this is not over
Life is a precious gift
Even through the mist


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Sandra Elstree.
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 2:33pm Report to Moderator
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Quoted from michel
Gone for a walk
I came back alone
No one around to talk
Like a king with no throne

You're gone forever
But this is not over
Life is a precious gift
Even through the mist


Thank you Michel.
This we must always remember.
Trying to bring it forward into each living moment.

Sandra



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Sandra Elstree.
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 2:36pm Report to Moderator
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THE WAY BACK HOME


Do not go wandering
Wandering, wandering
Do not go wandering
Among those leaves green.

Why shant I go there?
Go there, go there
Why shant I go there
What do you mean?

There are great trials
for those curious lot
You should stay tight
Don't go. You should not.

The boy after hearing this
Couldn't stop feeling
Feeling, Feeling
Feeling, feeling

Alive he was feeling
What a wonderful thing.

Off then he scooted

--to find
Another of curious kind
His sister, no dread
Not a single wary bone
in her Little Brave head
Said:

Oh! To go! To go!
The adventures we'll know.

And in that instant
They both fell distant
For their heart had left
Their home

Not one foot had walked yet
Not even a pinch
But with that single thought
They had moved a whole inch

And in that moment of thought so great
Their whole world moved
And the shook did shake

It's shaking. It's shaking.
I think our world's breaking.
The Little Brave said
She said with great dread
Where are we now?
No home. No bread.

The boy started looking,
looking, looking
They grew eyes for looking
And so they both did

Searching, searching
Off they went searching
Forgetting that ever
They had a place home

Now, now. This is
Place Now.
Alone and so scary.
Though leaves are so green.
And here sneaks the sneaker
So evil and mean

And then. And then.
A flutter now and then.
The flutter they find is
strange and sublime.
It leads them to candy.

Oh candy! Oh Candy!
A house made of candy!
For tasting, tasting
Of testing and tasting
and
Tasting times ten

Now is the tasting
And hearing and being
And feeling such life.
Times ten, ten times
ten and
again and again

To heck with the bread.
We'll eat this instead.
They said.
Again, with-
out
The smallest bit of dread.

And then. And then…
As always the way
Their easy light spirits
Had fallen away.

Fallen, fallen
Far away
They had fallen

And with this walk
And simple talk,
They'd fallen far away

Why did you go a wandering?
Wandering, wandering?
Why did you go a wandering?
Among the leaves so green?

The voice was not from home
It wasn't like before
This was a voice quite wicked
A witchy game to score

Scoring, scoring
As such a game of scoring
That it won't be so boring
The fit and fight and warring.

Oh!

They said looking,
Looking, looking
Looking at the ugliest witch
with greenish glowing skin

We will turn 'round
And make our way back
Back, back
We will walk home

You think you might know
How this story shall go
With the witch caging
children
An oven on low
to make fat
and to cook
and to eat and
To eat,
to eat, to eat…

The infinitive eat

Part-i-cip-al-y
eating
is what brought this meeting
Of witch and of child
And of tales in the wild

But what ends it is pleasure
And what does witchy do?
Neatly she conjures
A new witchy brew

She travels out back to the
end of her lot,
Leading the children
In words and in thought

Not a single step
Do any of them take
But walking, walking
On they go walking

To the edge of the lot
To look on
onward
onward,
onward towards
and it might be behind
Because thought
It is always a curious kind

And the witch she turns over
A single leaf of green
And turns into the most
beautiful lady you've seen

Shechina, shechina
Her name it is Shechina
And she tells them
a story, a story
A story
A story beginning
So soulful and slow

Out there past the Wellbrook
And through the wide trellis
No-- don't go there, near the
Bitter falls

She points, pointing
Her graceful finger pointing
Pointing, pointing
Pointing at it all
Especially to West
With sound and jest
of Piper's call
Ignore the call
The calling, the calling
It's like this crazy calling

She says and said
Without the smallest hint of dread

Over there are the crashers
The hobgoblins and rue muckers
There is the best and the worst
And it's high and it's wide
A very rough ride

Stay here, my dear

For here is your home
For I am with you and
You're not alone

Do not go wandering,
wandering wandering
Do not go wandering
Among those leaves green.

Sandra E.



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Tommyp
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 3:03pm Report to Moderator
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Some awesome poems guys!

It's that time again...

The theme for today is "There's always someone cooler than you".

I know there is a song written with that title, but I think it's a good theme for a poem.


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Sandra Elstree.
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 3:11pm Report to Moderator
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Quoted from Tommyp
Some awesome poems guys!

It's that time again...

The theme for today is "There's always someone cooler than you".

I know there is a song written with that title, but I think it's a good theme for a poem.


This is going to be fun to think on! Thanks Tommy!

Cool mode thinking on!  

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Some one cooler than me?
I think you jest, Tommyp
I'm the coolest dude around this site
Jeff's smoking jacket
Might've cost a packet
But does it help him sleep at night?

No one's cooler than me
Ask anyone, see?
Every one will nod and grin
I'm Simply so cool
I'm nobody's fool
Sigh, my poetry has sucked again...




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Dreamscale
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 7:40pm Report to Moderator
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Cool shit, Tommy P!  Love the idea.  Here's one from yesterday's topic...sorry, I'm usually a day behind...

When the Winds Grow Cold

Blue fades to grey, as green turns to white
Warmth is merely a memory
As I walk along in quiet serenity

Fluffy flakes of crystal glitter
As they make their journey downward
Shadows loom large as darkness closes in

This is when the winds grow cold
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Anticipation increased, I
do shiver while I wait, in lie,
at the merest thought that someone…
No way that I will be undone
while there remains a chance to try.

I’m sure by now you’re asking why
I care about this other guy
Does it matter who will have won?
Anticipation increased.

Temperature decreased and I
do shiver while I wait and sigh.
Why do this if it isn’t fun?
How I long for a ray of sun,
but coolest will I be or die.
Anticipation increased.
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I'm cooler than a winter day
When the bear in this den
Sleeps along the way

I'm cooler than the white iceberg
Where today I plunged my pen
Watching a film by Spielberg

I'm cooler than a winter day
For today I fell in love again...


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SimplyCool

Every one's after the coolest cool
And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool
While his avatar sings a
Hard Days Night
They're the fabest
And totally
Out of sight

With a Rubber Soul
They Rock and Roll
Put Humpty together
And make him whole

As a matter of fact
I think that they can make
Even Voldemart dance
And do the Hippy Shake

They wrote a Religion of
Let it Be
And Love is the answer and
Please Please Me

They Twist and Shout
And Nowhere Man
He's living in Shiva
If you can handle the land

Of Primitives and Serpents
And Blasters even
The plot is lost
But then so is Hell freezin'

Never-the-less
The subject is changed
The thing about things
As they're sorted-arranged
Is that life is like a box of chocolates
And sometimes deranged...

So like I was sayin'
'Bout Blasters and such
They'z not as cool
As The Soul Shadows touch

They'z not be as cool
As Tanis be
In the Alcove with treasures
With secrets to see

Now they'z be cool
She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain
You might do well to listen
With your troubled little brain...

For the demons that haunt you
And dog you day and night
The blasted compulsion
Of writing it right

But what am I saying
Or trying to say
Well there goes poor Sandra
Her words led astray
But as I type frantic
I think I'm losing steam

The Beatles are one of the coolest bands
That I have ever seen.



Sandra





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Not too happy about my poem at all. I don't really want to post it, but I will. The rhythms are all messed up and it's sterotypical. But oh well.

Life isn’t actually a game,
Yet some treat it as such.
When it gets too tough, they are to blame,
They falter when life gets a little bit too much.

There is no such thing,
As being number one,
Partying hard leaves a sting,
Someone insert here, a pun.

You can’t rule the world,
So don’t even try ,just be strong and true,
We are all just waiting to be held,
Because there’s always someone cooler than you.


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Quoted from Sandra Elstree.

SimplyCool

Every one's after the coolest cool
And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool
While his avatar sings a
Hard Days Night
They're the fabest
And totally
Out of sight

With a Rubber Soul
They Rock and Roll
Put Humpty together
And make him whole

As a matter of fact
I think that they can make
Even Voldemart dance
And do the Hippy Shake

They wrote a Religion of
Let it Be
And Love is the answer and
Please Please Me

They Twist and Shout
And Nowhere Man
He's living in Shiva
If you can handle the land

Of Primitives and Serpents
And Blasters even
The plot is lost
But then so is Hell freezin'

Never-the-less
The subject is changed
The thing about things
As they're sorted-arranged
Is that life is like a box of chocolates
And sometimes deranged...

So like I was sayin'
'Bout Blasters and such
They'z not as cool
As The Soul Shadows touch

They'z not be as cool
As Tanis be
In the Alcove with treasures
With secrets to see

Now they'z be cool
She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain
You might do well to listen
With your troubled little brain...

For the demons that haunt you
And dog you day and night
The blasted compulsion
Of writing it right

But what am I saying
Or trying to say
Well there goes poor Sandra
Her words led astray
But as I type frantic
I think I'm losing steam

The Beatles are one of the coolest bands
That I have ever seen.



Sandra




wow, that is awesome stuff, Sandra!  love it.   hey tommy, this is fun, man!



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So is someone else going to jump in with a theme today?  Can be one of the readers rather than one of the writers, anyone?
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mcornetto
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Okay, gave you guys a chance here's a theme for today....

"Is it love or lust?"

Have fun.
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