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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes 
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Many years ago, there was a challenge to use another poet's words to create something original. I recently completed it again, and figured it would be interesting to see what came out of it all these seasons later. The rules are thus: Chose the opening line to any poem by any poet and use it as the opening line for your work. Then, keep writing your own original words behind the borrowed phrase. Bonus points if you can begin and end the poem with the same line. Here is my entry: /pip/Forum112/HTML/002400.html Have Fun! Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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*Inspired by (1st line borrowed from) Ted Kooser`s `Tattoo`. I do adore Kooser! His every work is a masterpiece. . . What once was meant to be a statement only, merely an observation of the world as viewed through my particular kaleidescope, became instead a sieve, a lattice of transparancy patterned with holes through which my editorial flowed helpless and indulgent: though my words said "You seem distracted" all the history poured out with the syllabels; the heavy silences, the sleepless dawns, the cruel convictions and the empty tissue boxes, the discovery on white receipts, confession, absolution empty beds, all these, though overcome, but not forgotten, took the chance to leap away through space, so although you simply nodded, while pawing through the mail your set of lip, your turn of shoulder led me to understand all that I had said in what once was meant to be a statement. . . . PS: I deliberately departed wildly from Kooser`s use of the line; I did not want to even attempt to approach his masterpiece.. I hope I have been able to do it justice to some degree...or at least to not have made a fool of myself.. :p heh! |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Life and laziness has prevented me from coming back to this forum.... I think you did a phenomenal job of this... Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Thank you, Ringo... it cannot compare to your take on Ginsberg, which as I mentioned in poetry #46 forum was excellent.. and I understand about life and difficulty visiting the forums! That`s the pace here in Poetry Challenge, it seems.. and no problem there.  Will be interesting to see what others come up with, also..! Fun. I`m glad you put this idea out there. ~Amaryllis |
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Graffiti Poet Junior Member
since 2011-06-21
Posts 11 |
The first line is from Marriott Edgar's The recumbent Posture. Couldn't do the last line this time. Stephen Alberts Christmas Present The day afore Christmas young Albert was anxious and wanted to know, "Is Santa still coming tomorrow on account of the sleet and the snow?." Mr. Ramsbottom assured him “Of course he is lad 'ave no fear, he's transport for all kinds of weather what's powered by eight flying deer.” “Should a thick fog descend in the evening and no matter just how hard it snows, he's another he's able to call on what's famous the most for it's nose.” Dad said "Have you written to Santa to tell him what you want most?", Albert said “Yes, yes I have Dad, and I gave it to Mother to post." Mother poured a large Sherry for Santa to drink with a mince pie or two, a saucer of milk for the Reindeers and a Carrot for Rudolf to chew." Alberts fears had been fully abated contented he went to his bed, to wait for St. Nick and the Reindeers and Rudolf who's nose was bright Red. When Albert was finally sleeping Mother turned round and told Dad, “Bring yon stick with the 'orses 'ead 'andle we bought down the town for our lad." Mother said as she gift wrapped the present and finished it off nice with a bow, “It's too big to put in his stocking so under the tree it must go.” When Albert woke up in the morning he were eager and anxious to see, if Santa had granted his wishes and left him owt under the tree. He jumped out of bed all excited it didn't take long to get dressed, Albert jumped up and down when he found it shouting “Santa's sent just what I'd asked.” He charged round the room at a gallop his shouting woke up Mum and Dad, “It's the best thing I've ever been given” Mother and Dad were both glad. “It's nice too see Albert so happy” said Mum as she snuggled up warm, "and with a stick and an 'orses 'ed 'andle our Albert should come to no harm. [This message has been edited by Graffiti Poet (06-24-2011 05:41 PM).] |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Excellent work, GP!!!!!  |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
With apologies to Joyce Kilmer.... I think that I shall never see Myself conduct a symphony. I’ll never see a silver star Or be a hero in a war. No children will I ever raise To add small pleasure to my days Nor will I ever take a wife To join me for a happy life. It pains me greatly to report That I will never play a sport Or feel the thrill of victory As fans applaud and envy me. I watch the children as they pass And frolic in the new-mown grass Hear their laughter – see their joy. How I wish I were a boy! But those things I will never see For I am nothing but a tree. |
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Graffiti Poet Junior Member
since 2011-06-21
Posts 11 |
Right back at you Sir.... |
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