1. Guess  :)

    Guess :) on 01/12/2006 11:35 a.m. #

    <br />
    I have the longing to commune in white<br />
    An affinity radiating light<br />
    Rays that rise and softly spread<br />
    To share in the merismus red <br />
    The blood wine cup of brotherhood<br />
    Quenching the hanker to be understood<br />
    <br />
    Frustrated in these shades of grey<br />
    That loom to overcast my day<br />
    Exchanges mixing white through black<br />
    I struggle to steal contrast back<br />
    Exhaustion takes a strangle hold<br />
    As the lack of colour sends me cold<br />
    <br />
    Do I cast off dreams of white and red<br />
    If I refuse the call to take to bed <br />

  2. Honey

    Honey on 01/12/2006 6:55 p.m. #

    <br />
    ‘Merismus red’ worked for me<br />
    When I was in half past three<br />
    But now that 10 comes around<br />
    The same assurance can’t be found<br />
    Though if the whole be white and red<br />
    I’m sure you get what was in my head<br />
    <br />
    Oh no, oh dear<br />
    now I fear<br />
    A bad poetry grade <br />
    could be issued here :-P<br />
    <br />

  3. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/13/2006 8:59 a.m. #

    Oh high-minded critic<br />
    Would you grade<br />
    The silent woods<br />
    Or burbling mountain brook<br />
    Crossing meadow's vale<br />
    Over long-rounded stones<br />
    Why then stamp<br />
    Flowered words on a page<br />
    With your slashing<br />
    Sun-red pen<br />
    Lay down your judging sword<br />
    Lie with us in the meadow<br />
    Listen to the stones bubbling<br />
    Be content that they are<br />
    That they are what they are<br />
    And content yourself with that<br />
    Which they are

  4. Honey

    Honey on 01/13/2006 8:03 p.m. #

    <br />
    I look to the sun<br />
    Revealer of all beauty<br />
    Seeing he’s the one<br />
    I implore him to mark me<br />
    His sword shall be<br />
    A flaming blade of truth<br />
    The hand of my salvation<br />
    Against the ignorance of youth<br />
    <br />

  5. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/13/2006 10:40 p.m. #

    They call you ignorant<br />
    When once they sang your praise<br />
    Pure and perfect they once named you<br />
    Without blemish, stain or spot<br />
    Full of hope and truth and purest light<br />
    I still hold you in high regard<br />
    Youth, who stands in the storm<br />
    Child, who questions the emperor<br />
    Babe, who loves the world<br />
    I'll no blade of sun to your throat bring<br />
    To sully snow-white skin<br />
    Ignore for now the truth<br />
    That lies in deepest red

  6. Honey

    Honey on 01/14/2006 2:18 a.m. #

    <br />
    opps, you beat me back...<br />
    <br />
    A youthful spirit<br />
    In a body of decay<br />
    What is age <br />
    But a measure<br />
    Of how much we can fray<br />
    <br />
    she says, choking on the words…

  7. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/14/2006 10:33 a.m. #

    My edges they are tattered<br />
    By the picking of the lovers<br />
    My threads are strong<br />
    Though a stain or two will fall<br />
    It's better than my brother<br />
    Whose threads are still pristine<br />
    Tassels all attached<br />
    Backing's always clean<br />
    He hangs in that hard gallery<br />
    Perfect to be seen behind a velvet rope<br />
    No-one wraps themselves in him<br />
    As they giggle by the fire<br />
    No-one stretches out on him<br />
    Runs their hand through silken pile<br />
    Pulls their lady to their side<br />
    Or laughs away the midnight while<br />
    One day I will be too broken<br />
    And my days will that day end<br />
    Brother there will stay forever<br />
    But never live again

  8. Honey

    Honey on 01/15/2006 12:46 a.m. #

    <br />
    What is the mystery of this book<br />
    Lying open on my desk<br />
    Somewhat outside my reading range<br />
    Of this I duly here confess<br />
    <br />
    The change is one of pure delight<br />
    Sweet music to my ears<br />
    Words are transposed into song<br />
    Some bring me near to tears<br />
    <br />
    Thumbing through the leaves<br />
    Each renders more intrigue<br />
    With its interactive nature<br />
    And the tapestry like weave<br />
    <br />
    I long to hold against my face<br />
    Breathing deeply of its age<br />
    Yet knowing the last entry<br />
    Was upon this morning’s page<br />
    <br />
    From where then comes the feeling <br />
    This book lies outside time <br />
    As if more where concealed within<br />
    Than mere poetic rhyme<br />
    <br />
    As though some higher purpose <br />
    In the writings is in play<br />
    Of foundational design<br />
    Foretold before creation day<br />
    <br />
    I see the magic held in words<br />
    The power they possess<br />
    When immortalised through the ages<br />
    Each readers mind a new conquest<br />
    <br />
    Or maybe too I’m a dreaming fool<br />
    So many days spent in the grass<br />
    When I should have kept me busy<br />
    With studies in “the real world” class<br />
    <br />
    But one thing gleaned out in the field <br />
    - That nought of value came to be <br />
    Which wasn’t first locked inside dreams <br />
    Before the dreamer set it free<br />
    <br />
    How lucky I am to read these words<br />
    Perchance or gifted which have come my way<br />
    I’ll treasure their reading as long as I’ve breath<br />
    Of the belief they surpass apparent play<br />
    <br />
    And should destiny hold in her hand<br />
    More than at present meets the eye<br />
    This book like so many conceived before<br />
    May bind words that will never die.<br />

  9. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/16/2006 7:49 p.m. #

    Posted response at the top level :) . I really rather like this one... but then I'm vain enough to think the song is about me :) ;) .

  10. Honey

    Honey on 01/17/2006 4:29 p.m. #

    ya think? get outta here :)

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