Open Poetry #4 |
The Literati Party |
Rod Member
since 1999-12-08
Posts 149Auckland New Zealand |
Come, celebrate with joyous mirth This wondrous gift of “Passions” worth. So let us all with one accord In gratitude, our hosts applaud. Now see the rose of friendship bloom; Let music echo through the room. With warm rapport the poets mingle.... Dancing eyes and senses tingle! Brightly burn the candles glowing, Cake is cut and wine is flowing. Coloured streamers hang festooned; Starred resplendent night, full mooned. What ties that bind this hearty party! Cream of global literati, Watching all its stress and troubles Disappear in champagne bubbles! © Rod Walford 1999 |
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Quest New Member
since 1999-12-11
Posts 9 |
I'm still new here and feel the party crasher, but I must agree with your sentiments. I have truly enjoyed your work as well as the work of many others here at Passions. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Wow, Rod - what a way to express a celebration of this wonderful place! Fantastic... K |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I celebrate your talent Cheers! Liz |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
A standing ovation..... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Rod - How wonderful of you to throw a party ! We shall all attend. The invitations engraved with the simple words we pen. Ron Carnell will certainly be the 'host with the most' Agree ? ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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M.Marceau New Member
since 1999-12-18
Posts 8Current residence The"stute" |
!!! Hands clapping |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
Wonderful, Rod! I can see the scene now... intellectual conversations about Shakespeare, catching up on gossip, and games of spin-the-bottle. Cheers, everyone! "Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self." >Walt Whitman, Song of Myself. |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, three cheers for Passions and all the wonderful people here! And another three cheers for your lovely poem! Denise |
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Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Awesome party, (hic) Rod! |
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