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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada ![]() |
Now how about this? ![]() An ongoing epic poem where the first letter of your added line has to start with the last letter of the previous line. This need not rhyme but let's all try make it a meaningful poem and stick to the theme of the previous line if we can. So, let's start with Ron's inspirational lines from the site, seeing we are guests in his home. ![]() A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends A home without a wall, Lifts barriers caging truth |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"A home without a wall, Lifts barriers caging truth" Honesty, inspires poetry; here We are safe to share vulnerabilities. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"Honesty, inspires poetry; here We are safe to share vulnerabilities." Sensitivities are shared, hearts heal those breaking. |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
"Sensitivities are shared, hearts heal those breaking." bared souls in tender offering feast of thoughts here for the taking... ~tier ![]() |
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Trillium![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
bared souls in tender offering. feast of thoughts here for the taking. Giving, each in our own way, Comfort, somewhere, every day. Betty Lou Hebert |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Giving, each in our own way, Comfort, somewhere, every day. Heart songs are served on plates of blue, Poems are posted, and spirits are fed. |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
"A home without a wall, Lifts barriers caging truth" Honesty, inspires poetry; here We are safe to share vulnerabilities "Sensitivities are shared, hearts heal those breaking." bared souls in tender offering feast of thoughts here for the taking... Giving, each in our own way, Comfort somewhere, every day. Heart songs are served on plates of blue, Poems are posted, and spirits are fed. Where dessert is a light mound of memories, Archived words piled high for a descriminating palate. [This message has been edited by Mysteria (01-10-2005 01:45 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Each and every word brings more Between these lines of distant shore. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"Each and every word brings more Between these lines of distant shore." Easy, it is, to find passions safe-harbor, Where sea-bird poets gather,seeking shelter. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"Easy, it is, to find passions safe-harbor, Where sea-bird poets gather,seeking shelter." But climb the mountains, seek all heights, Sun, moon, stars, shine on poets so bright. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thalia, Calliope, Erato, Melopmene.. shine celestial Beams from the sky; lighting the minds of passion poets Who have made their internet home a new Delphi. (Mysteria...I hope that three lines are ok, if not I will do two....let me know...thanks) |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Thalia, Calliope, Erato, Melopmene.. shine celestial Beams from the sky; lighting the minds of passion poets Who have made their internet home a new Delphi. Inviting one to explore the depths of the vast heavens of blue sailing through word galaxies of thought and exploration |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"Inviting one to explore the depths of the vast heavens of blue sailing through word galaxies of thought and exploration" * Near, you will find poets who have taken the baton, carrying it on..running the same track as Bukowski and Frost, Sexton- Wordsworth-Shakespeare-Blake..who have retired from the race... |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Honesty, inspires poetry here. We are safe to share vulnerabilities. Sensitivities are shared, hearts heal those breaking. Bared souls in tender offering feast on thoughts here for the taking ... Giving, each in our own way, comforts, somewhere, every day. Heart songs are served on plates of blue, Poems are posted, and spirits are fed. Dessert is a light mound of memories, Archived words piled high for a discriminating palate. Each and every word brings more Between these lines of distant shore. Easy, it is, to find passions safe-harbor, Where sea-bird poets gather, seeking shelter But climb the mountains, seek all heights, Sun, moon, stars, shine on poets so bright. Thalia, Calliope, Erato, and Melopmene. shine celestial Beams from the sky; lighting the minds of passion poets Who have made their Internet home a new Delphi. Inviting one to explore the depths of the vast heavens of blue Sailing through word galaxies of thought and exploration. Near, you will find poets who have taken the baton, carrying it on, running the same track as Bukowski and Frost, Sexton, Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Blake, who have retired from the race. Earmarked classical poetry once read, and kept in a heart through metamorphosis becomes one's own. Poems are but someone else's thoughts once read, scrambled and shakin, An alphabet of feelings spilled making words that can shape any soul. Ice, please feel free to add as many lines as you wish and are inspired to do so. I myself am keeping this in a day journal as an example of the true heartfelt feelings that can pour from these pages in blue through people's words. I am keeping it as you can see in word intact. ![]() [This message has been edited by Mysteria (01-13-2005 03:00 PM).] |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Earmarked classical poetry once read, and kept in a heart through metamorphosis becomes one's own. Poems are but someone else's thoughts once read, scrambled and shakin, An alphabet of feelings spilled making words that can shape any soul. * "Live, though you feel dead" Is said to those in turmoil, Locked in bitterness; Here, sweet expounds are written, To sugar discouragement. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Here, sweet expounds are written, To sugar discouragement. ~*~ Though I would provide some salt of the earth, that all be balanced within. |
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