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Topic: poem
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Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 07, 2008 08:04 PM
 
A star granted my wish tonight
Shooting through a constellation
Inviting numbers to my wisdom
And filling my soul with a wonder
That consumed my eyes with a watery light.
The heavens told me
That even in the night
I see a single colour
Spectrum, it's deepest solace
To I alone
I pass through the consciousness of elevation
And though alone I stand
I am in many a celebration
of one Hope and one Dream
That my Love awaits the drome
So clear
That now he hears me call him homeIP: Logged |
NosiS
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posted March 07, 2008 11:20 PM
Beautiful work, Quinnie!The strength of your imagination has an uncanny depth here. The passage you describe reads to me as the commencing of some rite of passage, or something of the sort. What does "drome" mean? 
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MysticMelody
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posted March 08, 2008 01:11 AM
That felt so pretty to read. I read it at the perfect time.  IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 08, 2008 06:00 AM
drome, a tone or sound (coming from an airfield) which to me is like a moan or yearning sound. Thanks Nois and Mystic MelodyIP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 08, 2008 06:03 AM
I'm just being creation with the word drone lol AS if the soul is taking flight, returning to airbase of home I send out a sound a drone from the airdrome IP: Logged |
NosiS
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posted March 09, 2008 09:01 PM
Quinnie,I thought that it might have been more of a creative use of the word but I wasn't sure. Since you are from Ireland, I thought that it might've been a word I didn't know about. This is really good writing and what I like most is the creative, unique feeling I get when I read it. Thank you for sharing! IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:10 AM
Em I'm just going to continue on with poetry.And why is language understood
When only having Flair and mood
A simple answer yes or no
Is not enough to know And why do you speak as if it by mouth
A tongue of fire has none without
When born into, within a child
conditioned lease ofthoughts compiled I contemplate an oath to be taken
The spoken word of truth forsaken
To thinnk of Eros before I speak
To drain myself foreward I leak For I eat my words as if I'm silence
To feed upon my ungrateful licence
Should I not be born into misery
If it be bourne from me IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:15 AM
Why say I
Must it be so
To open up and let it grow
Should I hate before I know
and tell the tales of LOVE in woeIf it be said before I say
I should not feel before I fray
The most deserving thoughts can stay
And yet I let them fly away To laugh upon the face of follow
I shall not be my-Self so shallow
Or let my-Self to their tongues to swallow
But shine unique before I bellow Beneath myself I stand in a crowd
To hear my-Self I must shout out lod
Doing immitations to make proud
But I won't be hidden within a shroud If I be torn apart by few
I know I will torment their construe
For I am not afraid of new
And will not be the same as you IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:18 AM
Weather then wither come smither
Haven't found my shoes today
Silver slither come hither
Heather feather coiled dismayO deliver sweeter shiver
Harp not the hark that heralds here
In the river there quiver
prither thee, dithery silvery tear IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:22 AM
ResponsibilitiesSome might say we're dubtiful
Taking on board what's to be done
If you need a hand or if you need none
If you need a little help on where to have fun
We take from over Time stands still
When you share it out
Although the clock still ticks when you look at it
Monday is, Sunday is
And Casualties without
If you find it hard to justify
Search the doubt We take from over Whatever should be
whatever it should
And in taking this carefree attitude We're grounded
to the founded
of a mutitude By knowing we do it
In the way that we would IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:27 AM
Where or where is the ground
It's lost in the air, nowhere to be found
I've looked uo and down, iside out, all around
Where O where is the ground?When will we stop contradicting
What will we do when we stop self-inflicting
Without taking insults, deconstructive depicting
When will we stop contradicting? What will be there when I empty
and there's nothing to write in a diary entry
Being open and honest will expose the black plenty
So what will be there when I empty? How do you do and feel?
Have you lost control of the wheel?
Have you gone off track but you need to get back there?
Don't worry we share the same deal IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:31 AM
I am a daughter
I want to make myself known
I own a laughter
I want to sound it my own
I am a lover
I want to be loved by one
Don't want another
Just want to be with youI like to analyse
From an intelligent view
Don't mean to criticize
I'm just fascinated by you
Afraid to catch your eyes
That I might know the truth
That what I thought I despised
Is what I need from you
Just say the words and I'll be true IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:34 AM
I see your eyes
They follow me around the room.
So casual a glance that reunites us.
I should not look again but do
compelled to
As my body speaks
Disguising the language
Of cold unfeeling warmth
You make me shiver
It's not a message of the mind
But of the heart that you deliverIP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:39 AM
What is this that I feel so much
that it lightens me
Like I could evaporate into the air
And vanish to be visible to the in
Is it advisable to vise it?
I feel Him so near
And when I do
hear you, see you so clear
I see right through
So clearly
I am so clear to see, that I am
Invisible,
And can only be seen with Him , with-inIP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:46 AM
I don't see a fantasy
Looking in the mirror
What I choose is to refuse the pain
Knowing full and well what I judge
Comes from mime own, as juror
Makes no difference
to you
to sustain
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Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 10, 2008 05:49 AM
Me
Review, research, analyse, construe
I looked inside me to get to you
When all of the time I was searching for ME
I looked through your eyes to seeThe Author
There is no restriction on my imagination
I can be there when I choose
But I know truth from Fiction
Plight the accusers who refuse IP: Logged |
NosiS
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Registered: Apr 2004
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posted March 10, 2008 10:23 AM
I will read more of these later, but I just wanted to express my gratitude for your sharing of more poetry. Makes for great reading!  IP: Logged |
26taurus
Knowflake Posts: 13120
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Registered: Jun 2004
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posted March 10, 2008 10:30 PM
You are very talented, Quinnie.Hope you stick around and continue to share with us. IP: Logged |
NosiS
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posted March 10, 2008 11:33 PM
I couldn't agree more with 26taurus, Quinnie.  IP: Logged |
NosiS
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posted March 10, 2008 11:56 PM
Also,After reading most of these, I must say that I am in love with the Spirit of this poetry. You have a beautiful talent, fellow sister. quote:
Harp not the hark that heralds here
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Like I could evaporate into the air
And vanish to be visible to the in
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If I be torn apart by few
I know I will torment their construe
For I am not afraid of new
And will not be the same as you
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For I eat my words as if I'm silence
To feed upon my ungrateful licence
Should I not be born into misery
If it be bourne from me
I know more now about what you meant by the "same curiosity".  You sing to a similar tune as I do and you have a very distinct language in between. It's charming, to say the least. How much of your wordplay is intentional? Do you devise meticulously or do you just 'let it flow'? I am going to take the liberty and guess that it's a little of both. So how is it? IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 629
From: Belfast, Ireland
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted March 11, 2008 05:14 AM
Thanks all. Yes Nosis it's a bit of both. Sometimes I sit down and just write what comes inot my head whether it makes sense or not. Then I look at it and do a little reshuffling to grammatise it better. I saw your peotry and knew you were doing the same because even though it's emotional it's not necessarily from a place of emotion. I love it. I'll send more in if people will read. I went to a creative writing classonce and got so much out of it. Plus if you write it from flow you are writing sub consciously so you will get a few personal messages here and there. Thanks your comments really made my dayIP: Logged |
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