• Inspired by Rayven and RB I wrote a poem. What do you think of it?

    DESTINATIONS by Elaine ‘Life is a journey, death a destination,’ says the prayer book. ‘Poetry is a destination, until the poem becomes you,’ says the Poet. ‘Can we choose our destination’, asks the foot soldier. ‘I am that I am, I choose all destinations,’ says the Creator.
    DESTINATIONS by Elaine ‘Life is a journey, death a destination,’ says the prayer book. ‘Poetry is a destination, until the poem becomes you,’ says the Poet. ‘Can we choose our destination’, asks the foot soldier. ‘I am that I am, I choose all destinations,’ says the Creator.
    9 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • What is your opinon of this quotation?

    B.Q. Can you give an expiation why you agree or disagree? I posted it in the wrong place so I am also posting it here. Subject: Quote for the day. "Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shape, just as painting does, and music." - Truman Capote
    B.Q. Can you give an expiation why you agree or disagree? I posted it in the wrong place so I am also posting it here. Subject: Quote for the day. "Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shape, just as painting does, and music." - Truman Capote
    4 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Do you agree or disagree with this quote?

    Subject: Quote for the day. "Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shape, just as painting does, and music." - Truman Capote
    Subject: Quote for the day. "Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shape, just as painting does, and music." - Truman Capote
    3 answers · Quotations · 8 years ago
  • Can the heart remain unchanged though the outside sheds its leaves?

    AUTUMN CHANGE by Elaine Like the giant oak rooted to the ground whose ever-changing leaves sing with a shining sound, like the oak’s small seed the acorn, which will grow into another giant oak as days and years pass slow, so do my leaves change, turn many a different hue, although deep in my core I’m what I’ve been to you.
    AUTUMN CHANGE by Elaine Like the giant oak rooted to the ground whose ever-changing leaves sing with a shining sound, like the oak’s small seed the acorn, which will grow into another giant oak as days and years pass slow, so do my leaves change, turn many a different hue, although deep in my core I’m what I’ve been to you.
    5 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Would you read this rhymed dialogue and agree that 'there are no coincidences?

    This morning, Dallas spoke about poets vs. wordsmiths and about the end of hatred. I wrote this one last night before I saw her comments today. THE WORDSMITH AND THE BLACKSMITH by Elaine Wordsmith: Here is my plowshare, forge me a sword With blade strong and sharp to cut a thick cord. Blacksmith: I cannot do so, my forge has grown... show more
    This morning, Dallas spoke about poets vs. wordsmiths and about the end of hatred. I wrote this one last night before I saw her comments today. THE WORDSMITH AND THE BLACKSMITH by Elaine Wordsmith: Here is my plowshare, forge me a sword With blade strong and sharp to cut a thick cord. Blacksmith: I cannot do so, my forge has grown old, My fire is dying and my hammer is cold. Wordsmith: I am tired of planting strange seeds unknown, Digging for words that no one has sown. Blacksmith: Words can be sharp, as sharp as cold steel To cut and to slash, when angry you feel. Wordsmith: I cannot untangle the web I have wrought, Its knots are too tight; to untie them I’ve sought. Blacksmith: No sword can cut the strands of such words, Once they are spoken, forever they’re heard. Wordsmith: Then I will lie still in the heart of my web, Wordless, unmoving, like Ocean at ebb. Blacksmith: I fear you will sing the songs of your heart, Until the last moment, when the web falls apart. Wordsmith: Perhaps you are right; I must continue to sing, And hope that some peace the future will bring. Blacksmith: Peace is mythology, although you’re afraid, Use well your plowshare that for you I’ve made. Wordsmith: And as the Night takes me, I’ll think of you, Hoping and praying that your words were true.
    7 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • What do you think of my pome, 'Bright Shadow,' dedicated to real people?

    BRIGHT SHADOW Can a shadow be bright Or does it hide in the night, Creeping upon its prey? Like a vampire who runs From the light of the sun, It fades as night turns to day. It cannot darken the light For it stalks at night, And then the morn flips it away.
    BRIGHT SHADOW Can a shadow be bright Or does it hide in the night, Creeping upon its prey? Like a vampire who runs From the light of the sun, It fades as night turns to day. It cannot darken the light For it stalks at night, And then the morn flips it away.
    9 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Would you please read my poem to my virtual brother, who calls himself Martian Mud?

    MARTIAN MUD by Elaine There’s no such thing as ‘Martian Mud,’ the planet’s made of sand and rock, mud is made with sand and water, Mars’ ocean is still firmly blocked. Perhaps the dude means ‘crud,’ not mud, if so, he should visit ‘Mars Auto Parts,’ there they’ll sell him a huge winch with which to bring forth his sunken heart. NASA... show more
    MARTIAN MUD by Elaine There’s no such thing as ‘Martian Mud,’ the planet’s made of sand and rock, mud is made with sand and water, Mars’ ocean is still firmly blocked. Perhaps the dude means ‘crud,’ not mud, if so, he should visit ‘Mars Auto Parts,’ there they’ll sell him a huge winch with which to bring forth his sunken heart. NASA says that in 50 years Mars will have a colony, until then, we’re stuck on Earth where we must write our poetry. And speaking of NASA’s colony only at a distance will we see Mars’ face, for by then we’ll be in Heaven or in the other place.
    2 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Would you read and c/c my edited poem?

    Grannyjill pointed out some redundancies in the first draft and I took her advice: PRETENSE I whisper to the wind as it soars from the sea, I try to spread my words, but they blow back to me, I kneel in the surf, aim my words at the sky, But they fall to the ground and refuse to fly. I sing into the wind, but all my notes fall flat, I... show more
    Grannyjill pointed out some redundancies in the first draft and I took her advice: PRETENSE I whisper to the wind as it soars from the sea, I try to spread my words, but they blow back to me, I kneel in the surf, aim my words at the sky, But they fall to the ground and refuse to fly. I sing into the wind, but all my notes fall flat, I sit long on the beach where I have often sat, I wipe away my tears and vow no more to cry, The Ocean comforts me with a salty sigh. I stand here on the sand, call the gulls, speaking soft, I plead with them to carry my frail words aloft, I turn back to the waters waving sad goodbyes, Pretend I am happy, tell myself a lie. I whistle as I walk, for none must ever know I long for his touch because I loved him so, I paint my face with smiles, vow I’ll always try To believe he’ll be with me with I close my eyes.
    9 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Can a human being be without sin?

    SINS Commission is sin, the priest says that’s true, but is omission a sin when I can’t lie to you? We’ll be punished for deeds, so we’ve been taught, but the mind sows the seeds, so we’ll be punished for thoughts. How can we control the evil within, is there no pure soul that exists without sin?
    SINS Commission is sin, the priest says that’s true, but is omission a sin when I can’t lie to you? We’ll be punished for deeds, so we’ve been taught, but the mind sows the seeds, so we’ll be punished for thoughts. How can we control the evil within, is there no pure soul that exists without sin?
    21 answers · Religion & Spirituality · 8 years ago
  • Will you read and c/c my edited Halloween poem?

    A Wish In This Halloween Season by Elaine May the ghosts that haunt us And the ghouls that taunt us As they hide from truth and light Crawl back to their graves, With feeble waves As sunrise conquers night, And may tomorrow Bring joy, not sorrow As we open wide our eyes, May our hearts’ desires Though they burn like fires Never be denied.
    A Wish In This Halloween Season by Elaine May the ghosts that haunt us And the ghouls that taunt us As they hide from truth and light Crawl back to their graves, With feeble waves As sunrise conquers night, And may tomorrow Bring joy, not sorrow As we open wide our eyes, May our hearts’ desires Though they burn like fires Never be denied.
    14 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Who is the severest judge of your poetry?

    GUARDIAN OF THE GATE by Elaine The Guardian is strict, demanding perfection, accepting no excuses for human flaws and failings. The Guardian is merciless, flinging words like David’s rock not at giants, but at those who dare to call on Poetry. The Guardian holds the key, but it is old and rusty; it will not turn the lock though my... show more
    GUARDIAN OF THE GATE by Elaine The Guardian is strict, demanding perfection, accepting no excuses for human flaws and failings. The Guardian is merciless, flinging words like David’s rock not at giants, but at those who dare to call on Poetry. The Guardian holds the key, but it is old and rusty; it will not turn the lock though my fingers ache with trying.
    8 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Will you read one that isn't fiction?

    UNBOXING THE POEM: A NON-POEM by Elaine I’ve read the classics, all of them over a lifetime of reading poetry and then I came upon the photons weaving webs of words smooth and flowing tangled, jumbled on a screen too bright blinding tired eyes before the Sun showed his rays above the horizon. Some of the virtual poets opened... show more
    UNBOXING THE POEM: A NON-POEM by Elaine I’ve read the classics, all of them over a lifetime of reading poetry and then I came upon the photons weaving webs of words smooth and flowing tangled, jumbled on a screen too bright blinding tired eyes before the Sun showed his rays above the horizon. Some of the virtual poets opened doors others built walls cages, boxes and sometimes I heard new words speaking of universal themes. And I had the arrogance to proclaim myself Poet, although I knew at my core that I would never reach the summit or soar above the stratosphere. And now, I sit in an autumn kitchen thinking of new times and new places and wondering where I have been and where I am and where the horizon ends.
    5 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Do you prefer rhyme or reason; fact or fiction?

    WONDERING by Elaine Shall I abandon rhyme and write of inner mysteries in ways that none else comprehend? Shall my poems all be metaphors for a life lived in many ways and times and places? Does rhyme make the poem or does it seem contrived falsely flowing unlike life? And what of the boxed-in days and years can I free them in... show more
    WONDERING by Elaine Shall I abandon rhyme and write of inner mysteries in ways that none else comprehend? Shall my poems all be metaphors for a life lived in many ways and times and places? Does rhyme make the poem or does it seem contrived falsely flowing unlike life? And what of the boxed-in days and years can I free them in verse unrhymed or shall I abandon poetry?
    10 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • What do you think of my flawfully rhymed poem?

    Wielding Words by Elaine (10/14/10) Wield your words as whip and sling, Choose the hardest, roundest rock, Aim it at the poet’s heart, As of peace and love he sings. Use your hatred as your strength, All your bitterness unlock, Swing the sling with hatred vile, Face the giant, come on, start. Oh, you missed, now try again, Try it... show more
    Wielding Words by Elaine (10/14/10) Wield your words as whip and sling, Choose the hardest, roundest rock, Aim it at the poet’s heart, As of peace and love he sings. Use your hatred as your strength, All your bitterness unlock, Swing the sling with hatred vile, Face the giant, come on, start. Oh, you missed, now try again, Try it with an ink-filled pen, Wear it down unto its nub, Then go and cry alone.
    8 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • What is your opinion of my poetic Request?

    REQUEST by Elaine I ask Him to forget me only for Him to let me face the South and walk with impunity until I float and then until I sink oblivious to Earth my body food for fish my bones forming a reef where the bottom of the food chain will find shelter in me.
    REQUEST by Elaine I ask Him to forget me only for Him to let me face the South and walk with impunity until I float and then until I sink oblivious to Earth my body food for fish my bones forming a reef where the bottom of the food chain will find shelter in me.
    7 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Would you please read a Memorial Day, metrically flawed poem?

    I'm not afraid to write flawed poems when I want to express something. What about you? Do you want to put all poetry in a box? OCTOBER SUNDAY 10-10-10 (Repeat after me) by Elaine Ten…ten…ten…hut! The Earth’s become A sand-filled rut! It’s a Day Memorial, Soldiers, step forwardial, Remember yesterday! We can’t remember... show more
    I'm not afraid to write flawed poems when I want to express something. What about you? Do you want to put all poetry in a box? OCTOBER SUNDAY 10-10-10 (Repeat after me) by Elaine Ten…ten…ten…hut! The Earth’s become A sand-filled rut! It’s a Day Memorial, Soldiers, step forwardial, Remember yesterday! We can’t remember yesterday, The same thing’s happening today, Oh, how I wish war’d go away! We all love our dear country, Whichever our country may be, Marching to our destiny! Ten…ten..ten…hut! We all die in desert smut, The Earth’s become A sand-filled rut…
    4 answers · Quotations · 8 years ago
  • Would you please read and c/c my autumn poem, posted for HH?

    This is posted for HH, who believes that 'autumn' is 'an overused theme.' What do you think? Should poets stop writing about the seasons? AUTUMN CHANGE by Elaine Like the giant oak rooted to the ground whose ever-changing leaves sing with a shining sound, like the oak’s small seed the acorn, which will grow into another... show more
    This is posted for HH, who believes that 'autumn' is 'an overused theme.' What do you think? Should poets stop writing about the seasons? AUTUMN CHANGE by Elaine Like the giant oak rooted to the ground whose ever-changing leaves sing with a shining sound, like the oak’s small seed the acorn, which will grow into another giant oak as days and years pass slow, so do my leaves change, turn many a different hue, although deep in my core I’m what I’ve been to you.
    12 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Is it possible to really know someone you have met only on the Internet?

    POEM by Elaine Sing me a poem Of sea breeze and sailboats, Anchor at sunset When we’re all alone Windblown and joyful Afloat on the Bay. Unlock the cabin, Open the door, Act out your words In gestures of love; Sing me a poem As I open to you.
    POEM by Elaine Sing me a poem Of sea breeze and sailboats, Anchor at sunset When we’re all alone Windblown and joyful Afloat on the Bay. Unlock the cabin, Open the door, Act out your words In gestures of love; Sing me a poem As I open to you.
    7 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • What do you think of my metrically flawed poem?

    A Wish In This Halloween Season by Elaine May the ghosts that haunt us And the ghouls that taunt us As they hide from the full Moon’s light, Crawl back to their graves, In sad, mournful waves As sunrise conquers night, And may tomorrow Bring joy, not sorrow As we open wide our eyes, May our hearts’ desires Burn like hot fire And never be denied.
    A Wish In This Halloween Season by Elaine May the ghosts that haunt us And the ghouls that taunt us As they hide from the full Moon’s light, Crawl back to their graves, In sad, mournful waves As sunrise conquers night, And may tomorrow Bring joy, not sorrow As we open wide our eyes, May our hearts’ desires Burn like hot fire And never be denied.
    6 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • Can a poem with perfect rhyme and meter have a fatal flaw?

    If so, what is that flaw? I would be interested in your comments before I post my own answer.
    If so, what is that flaw? I would be interested in your comments before I post my own answer.
    19 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago