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Postby Phantas » Sun Aug 15, 2004 1:34 pm

nessieq wrote:ooh, Kerem,i like that.
i might play with it a bit, but i'd be afraid i'd ruin it.
well done.
nessieq.


I suppose you mean "Phantas" ? :wink:

Lol, never mind :)

thanks anyway Nessie!
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Postby nessieq » Sun Aug 15, 2004 7:00 pm

OOPS, soooo sorry, PHANTAS
!
i'll change it straight away...
i'm so silly...
SORRY! :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:
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Postby Phantas » Mon Aug 16, 2004 4:39 pm

as I said, never mind that, you silly goose! :lol: :lol:

I got your message ;) no hard feelings here ;) 8)


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Postby nessieq » Tue Aug 17, 2004 7:43 pm

thansk Phantas, you're very forgiving. :wink:
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Postby Eternal_Silence » Mon Aug 30, 2004 2:21 pm

This is one of my poems that doesn't sound so stupid. And i think this one sounds a bit weird.
Maybe there are some grammar mistakes, but english is not my first language :mrgreen:

Dreams

What exactly are dreams? I don’t know precisely what it means.
Maybe it are the things we want, or the things we can’t.
Do they give wisdom, do they give knowledge? I’m sure they don’t.
And if someone says: ’Believe in your dreams’, I won’t.
Why? Because dreams are just pictures of how we want life to be,
and dreams don’t give wisdom or knowledge to me.
Some people pine away, ‘cause they want their dreams to stay.
Will they stop living and dream forever? And I can assure you, if that happens, they will never stop again, never.
You can dream, but don’t forget to live, that’s the only advice I can give.
When is the moment to dream? At night, yes. But you can also dream by day,
For a moment you will fly away, from the earth. But you’ll never stay long, that’s for sure, ‘cause a daydream isn’t so strong, as a dream at night.
‘Cause some dreams have a meaning and that’s probably the reason why you’re dreaming.
Some dreams may look like a vision to you, but still then, a dream doesn’t always come true.
And that’s the reason why I won’t believe in my dreams, but now I do know what it means:
A daydream is about things that you want, or the things that you can’t.
And daydreams are just pictures of how we want life to be and they don’t give wisdom or knowledge to me.
A dream at night can have a meaning and I think that’s the reason why you’re dreaming.
A dream at night can also look like a vision to you, but still then a dream doesn’t always come true.
Dreams are just pictures of how we want life to be, and I say it again: Dreams don’t give wisdom or knowledge to me.

Weird huh? :P
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Postby nessieq » Mon Aug 30, 2004 3:58 pm

Eternal_Silence wrote:Weird huh? :P


it's not wierd at all, marlies, in fact i like it loads!
ad english isn't your first language, it's amazing that you can write so well in it. i dread to think what i would sound like if i tried to write poetry in another language.....
i don't even know how to say POETRY in french!
:shock:
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Postby Eternal_Silence » Mon Aug 30, 2004 5:47 pm

nessieq wrote:
Eternal_Silence wrote:Weird huh? :P


it's not wierd at all, marlies, in fact i like it loads!
ad english isn't your first language, it's amazing that you can write so well in it. i dread to think what i would sound like if i tried to write poetry in another language.....
i don't even know how to say POETRY in french!
:shock:
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WELL DONE MARLIES!
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Oh ok, thank you nessieq! :mrgreen:
I don't know how to say poetry in french too.
But french is a bit harder then english :wink:

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Postby Eternal_Silence » Fri Sep 03, 2004 10:30 pm

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Postby kackie » Thu Sep 09, 2004 4:17 am

Generally I'm no good with poetry, but I'm very proud of this pantoum I did. I read about the style in a writing magazine and sent it to the lady who wrote the article. She put the pantoum on her site! I'd love to hear what all of you think...


"Shadowmoss" by Kackie L. Saunders
A strange and mysterious man
They call him Shadowmoss
Star-catching is his game
An unearthly look about him

They call him Shadowmoss
He steals hearts
An unearthly look about him
He whispers my name

He steals hearts
He searches where no one does
He whispers my name
He calls me something secret

He searches where no one does
He finds what no one can
He calls me something secret
His words are a spell

He finds what no one can
His breath is soft
His words are a spell
And his hands are cold

His breath is soft
Slate-colored windows to his soul
And his hands are cold
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone

Slate-colored windows to his soul
The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone
I wonder where he’s from

The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
His gaze cold and clear
I wonder where he's from
Is he of this world?

His gaze cold and clear
Earth tones in his hair
Is he of this world?
His hands break dirt

Earth tones in his hair
Deep brown, dark red
His hands break dirt
He breaks hearts

Deep brown, dark red hair
Unreadable face
He breaks hearts
It's so easy for him

Unreadable face
He has a cold, knowing smile
It's so easy for him
Has he had hundreds of years' practice?

He has a cold, knowing smile
How long has he lived?
Has he had hundreds of years' practice?
Some say he's immortal

How long has he lived?
Ageless, timeless, unable to be pinned
Some say he’s immortal
There are legends, there are stories

Ageless, timeless, unable to be pinned
Does he have a first name?
There are legends, there are stories
What has he been called?

Does he have a first name?
It must be mysterious
What has he been called
By those lost to him

His name must be mysterious
There are no words for him
But those lost to him
Must have named him

There are no words for him
Now he stands before me
I must name him
I must choose a name for Shadowmoss

Now he stands before me
A long black leather trench coat on
I must choose a name for Shadowmoss
He smiles in satisfaction

A long black leather trench coat on
His hands in his pockets
He smiles in satisfaction
His eyes are fixed on my face

His hands deep in his pockets
The hearts of many in his hands
His eyes are fixed on my face
My destiny is in his eyes

The hearts of many in his hands
Now his hand is reaching for me
My destiny is in his eyes
And his eyes are cold

Now his hand is reaching for me
He calls me something secret
And his eyes are cold
He searches where no one does

He calls me something secret
An unearthly look about him
He searches where no one does
He whispers my name

An unearthly look about him
He’s a strange and mysterious man
He whispers my name
They call him Shadowmoss
An unearthly look about him/He’s a strange and mysterious man/He whispers my name/They call him Shadowmoss
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Postby Eternal_Silence » Thu Sep 09, 2004 3:57 pm

I've read your poem and that Shadowmoss makes me think of one of those things from LOTR on those black horses and with long black capes :P (i can't remember how thet're called)
But i thought it was a bit a weird poem if i may be honest ^-^
But i don't think it's stupid at all! :mrgreen:

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Postby kackie » Thu Sep 09, 2004 4:29 pm

Thanks for reading it and commenting. It is very weird, I know. I just really liked the darkness of it. I hoped so much it would have vivid imagry like Enya and Moya's songs. I love the imagry in their lyrics... Anyway, those things you were talking about from LOTR... you meant Ringwraiths, right?
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Postby Eternal_Silence » Fri Sep 10, 2004 7:11 pm

kackie wrote:Thanks for reading it and commenting. It is very weird, I know. I just really liked the darkness of it. I hoped so much it would have vivid imagry like Enya and Moya's songs. I love the imagry in their lyrics... Anyway, those things you were talking about from LOTR... you meant Ringwraiths, right?
\

Yeah those things :mrgreen:
I liked it but i didn't think it sounded like a lyric of moya or enya :oops:
Srry...

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Postby kackie » Sun Sep 12, 2004 8:00 pm

That's okay. I know it's not NEARLY as good! I just am saying that I WISH I could do one like theirs. Still, it is my best poem, since I'm terrible at poetry
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Postby Eternal_Silence » Tue Sep 14, 2004 2:43 pm

kackie wrote:That's okay. I know it's not NEARLY as good! I just am saying that I WISH I could do one like theirs. Still, it is my best poem, since I'm terrible at poetry


I don't think i'm good at poetry too, but sometimes i just feel like writing a poem :mrgreen: I think mine are always full of grammar mistakes :P
And i often can't find a word that rhymes with another word :P

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Postby Phantas » Tue Sep 14, 2004 5:28 pm

Wish

In the midst of chaos you will find
a structure even though you might be blind
when in doubt do not return to fear
the emotions can bring you only tears
Search not for what's out there in this short life
Search for what's within yourself to satisfy your mind.

In the midst of chaos you will see
a dream so lovely you want it to be
such as a life where you will have your way
such is a dream in which you have no say
Such could become the truth, do not digress
for if you do this dream will not become reality.

In the midst of chaos may you find your faith
and may it bring you heaven on a silver plate
let the angels teach you what you know
let them show you springtime in the snow
May you sprout wings on which you are to fly
toward the sun, only to fall down again will be your fate.

Learn from those mistakes, see deep into your heart
create clear rules for yourself to live by from the start
then Chaos may not find its way to you
And cheat you into ending living true
Your soul is what's at stake and don't forget:
If you choose the road to chaos we must part.

When looking back on years remembering
while sitting on the porch watching evening
fall upon this earth so silently
wishing a world that cannot truly be
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes we return
and we wish for love to consume everything.

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