Poetry Challenge! |
Need inspiration, phases, themes anything. |
brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi guys, yes it seems that my river of inspiration is yet again in drought season so I would really appreciate any spare phrases, themes, metaphors, thoughts or anything I could twist into a poem. THanks and promise to respond to them ASAP. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
Spare phrases: "tie a rainbow in your hair" "blood as sweet as orange juice" "The rain girl smiles with mossy teeth and keeps her eyes hidden" I know they arn't very good, but thats why they're "spare parts", right? |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Wren, some very unusual images. I will see what I can do. ==== I'm back poem finished. Wren I took some liberty with the images, mainly to make most of them plural but I had to change the "mossy smiles" image to fit the context of the poem --- Virgin Suicides Young girls in floral sheen spring down to the beach. They laugh softly in the shine with large blue eyes and chocolate smiles. They dance and spin shouting merriment and laughter tying rainbows in their hair, and daisy chains upon their necks. They called them angles, the old ones did but what do they know of the secret torments of youth. The menstrual mutilation is the devil's curse for their bad thoughts. They reeled in lakes of blood as acrid and sweet as orange juice. Once they awoke to scarlet soaked sheets and trails of brutal passion, there had been an intruder a midnight thief of innocence. Now they are walking dead, no glimmer in their vacant eyes. The joyless grey face pains the elders to see them in a constant sulk. They bear the anguish of violation secretly. Girls with ill thoughts will have ill deeds visited upon them; the twisted spirits breathed vile seeds, They can not wash the sickness from their flesh. The rain girls with grim ivy lips keep their eyes hidden. The four stand against howling overcast, even the wind is unrepentant and the filth remains. "We walk with our eyes fully opened. We are aware of your desires your longing to penetrate our sweetness. We know that any of you could have laid devil hands on us, There no rest for us angels where all are guilty. We died the night you stole our love. We are no more, the virgin suicides, Let us lie in the stillness of the sea." With the final epitaph written their bodies descend into the depths. One wonders what drove such spirited girls into the frozen undercurrents. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-07-2000).] |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
Wow. I coulden't have said it better myself! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
HOLY MOLY... JEEEEEZZZZEEEE... we need to talk...LOL you get the award for most imagery in a poem damn Bri-guy this is awesome but where you get the ideas for these poems and images... well????...nevermind...I'll just need tylenol later-imagery king-gator eve What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Wren, I will take that as a compliment then? lol thanks for kind words. Jan, an award for me? Hang on I will do my Tom Hanks weeping Oscar's speech. "you love me you really love me" who was it who said that at the Oscar's once. anyway, "but where you get the ideas for these poems and images..." Trade secret, Ok I have Cryogenically frozen some of the great poets of the 20th cnetury in my fridge. Ooops I left Dlyan Thomas out aaahhhhhhh he is melting... anyway too much tylenol, thanks for reading and replying. Ready for more phrases. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
OK YOU I AM BUMPING THIS TOPIC. I am still open to phrases and ideas here to get my raven claws on, especially shiny stuff. LOL This is the only way to shut me up. So again I would really appreciate any spare phrases, themes, metaphors, thoughts or anything I could twist into a poem. Thanks in advance "Death makes angels of us all and put wings where we once had shoulders, smooth as raven's wings. Jim Morrison |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Here's one that popped into my head: Boundless spirling aspirations raging into turmoil. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi LD, wow what a phrase. I hope I was able to do it justice. Again more experimenting for me, I am not used to writing in this format I was trying to capture energy, have it build up then slow down then build up even more. ----------------- kinetic craft I am in kinetic motion, a blur of limbs and bounding ideas swirling in chaos There is no rest for me weary still I drive on, The fires forever fuel my desires. I am without direction nor need of guidance. What I create may burst with brilliant tones and extreme shades, bordering on a destructive flow, what is my art but a reflection of my self? Boundless spiralling aspirations raging into turmoil, ink explodes with endless ideas I am lost in the great effort to pen them all. Yet it seem a curse this thirst this madness for me it is my life, my blood my sweat I live for this riding the uncertainties of the tornado within. "The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die" Nick Cave [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-09-2000).] |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Brian, I had no doubts, I knew you would take the phrase and run with it. Marvelous job, is there anything you can't do? |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
Hello Brian Your title did say anything, right! I’ve got the start of a poem that I never got around to finishing if you fancy a try for the crack. The idea was to follow the syllabic count in all following stanzas and match the internal/external rhyme format of ‘blew’ before the caesurae in line one and ‘grew’ in line four. I was aiming for a Dylan Thomas feel (your mentioning him reminded me of this unfinished poem) though you can do whatever you want with it, even ignoring it is an option, after all that’s what I’ve been doing to it for the past few months. Have fun. Craig The crow wind blew, a cutting scythe Rolled soil upon its bitter blade To a thirsty sky Where no seeds grew (Fits the drought season theme quite well too) Yes, I admit your general rule. That every poet is a fool: But I myself may serve to show it. That every fool is not a poet. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi LD, anything I can't do? I am not a great cook, I can't sing or play a musical instrument. LOL thanks for the challenge and your response. Hi Craig, I did say anything didn't I. Too late to back out. I wish Dylan thomas had not melted he could have given me hand with this. I will give it a tr. I am not big into tight structures but I am game to try anything, almost anything, once. If it does not work out I will just write free flow. Could be a while with this, I have long work hours this week. "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else" faster-Manic street preachers. |
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