http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9995 Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:21:51 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9993/t/Waiting.html You came out of the mist

And enchanted his life

So lovely did you appear

To his weary eyes and heart.

It was as if all his best dreams

Had suddenly been realised,

He smiled for the first time

In many, many months

And love stepped into his mind.

The world grew lighter and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Gawayne7) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9993 Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:13:42 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9992/t/Inward-Being.html I haven't posted here for a while as I haven't written much-the Muse had been on holiday, but I hear she's back again-though she hasn't visited me yet. But here is a rhyming poem I wrote recently. I am currently preparing my poems for publication -but my enthusiasm is dampened by all the technicalities!

Shadow warrior of... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Gawayne7) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9992 Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:58:34 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9977/t/Autumn-39-s-poetry-Thread-.html

I have all sorts of things I've written from light, dark, experiences & pain that have produced what I have written. I mostly wax poetic during episodes of extreme physical or emotional pain and so when I write, I write it out and pretty much leave it as it is unless I see something that I can improve on myself.... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (AutumnHarmony) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9977 Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:45:49 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9884/t/have-you-seen-my-poetry.html Have you seen my poetry

I can't seem to find it

Maybe I lost it in the divorce

I checked with the ex, she doesn't have it

Only some words I gave her

I was in the Garage

I found some old... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (visitor132) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9884 Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:44:09 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9600/t/Patients.html If being shy and fearful were an illness,
some people are born ill;

on childhood photos
you can see it in their eyes,
a heightened sensitivity,
a gaze a bit too wide absorbs it all,
the wonders and the monsters,
that´s the price;

or else, the camera avoided,
downcast in an unreadiness
to be observed
and being caught and fixed
without escape,
a certain drift, a drawing back
from daylight
yet, despite... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (ophelia28) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9600 Sun, 02 Aug 2009 08:50:09 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9588/t/Great-Expectations.html "in loco parentis", cast yet again
in the role of black sheep,
the last thread snapped.
I'd had three bags full of it,
and wrenched off
that mask of lofty disapproval,
but it was knitted to your flesh,
and your face bled, raw with hurt
and hate.

The roast was served,
the tender lamb carved
in neat slices and consumed,
nothing left but bone.
Teatime was as brittle as bone china,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Helen Bywater) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9588 Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:17:18 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9523/t/Amnesia-crit-welcome-.html
Once upon a time
there was this mystery woman.
Rumour had it she was a princess
travelling incognito, but she fancied herself
to be the woodcutter's youngest daughter
uprooted at birth, or, in black moments,
a changeling.

Shadowing night as it stole through the forest,
she put salt on the tails of her dreams
and was away,
soaring over distant panoramas,
zooming in to inspect dunghills
through insect eyes,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Helen Bywater) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9523 Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:00:54 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9396/t/Frozen.html http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9396 Wed, 24 Jun 2009 23:01:58 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9392/t/Ophelia-s-song.html and travel the old world,
I still believe in that.

For don´t you know that it is up to us
to reconcile our present with the past,
that north-northwest is not
the only way to go,
not while there is the possibility
of window seats
and the same view to share.

Where once your castle stood,
my soliloquous prince,
are ruins filled with ghosts´ laments,
and don´t call this another one,
because... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (ophelia28) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9392 Wed, 24 Jun 2009 08:05:41 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9341/t/It.html

A thought once popped into my head

and loitered for awhile.

It must have come in through an ear

whilst I was otherwise engaged by tongues.

It liked the look of its new home

and stayed around to decorate.

It lit a candle for itself

and sang a hymn to its significance.

It dressed itself with my discarded clothes

and stole my... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Diamond Rose) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9341 Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:17:03 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9317/t/Lyrics.html Long roads to lonely places.

I walk streets on which illusion is assassinated
Where darker shades of the human life are painted
Here children draw tatoos of oblivion in their conscience
Stings of the needle as scars of denied existence
No tomorrow is foreseen just the fake of today
They are not delusional contrary to what some say
They have simply lost a conviction in the human way
Made of all the lies that we speak... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Propaganster) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9317 Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:52:56 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9306/t/Poetry-Quiz-.html

BRUCE's http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9306 Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:17:57 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9295/t/The-Night-of-the-Moon.html The hills and rills of the Moon beam in a frigid still. The ravenous asphalt consumes the spotless light, and yet redeems its stony heart. On a quietening Earth the light touches down nestling in the air, and pastes the trees with milk. With saucer eyes the animals lap up the stillborn dawn, as in the magic hour. ... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Diamond Rose) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9295 Mon, 08 Jun 2009 06:17:06 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9291/t/Selected-poems-.html The first is, factually, the first poem I ever wrote in english. Prayer from a Crippled Soul Is there humanity left in this shell? In this cage of flesh; this unholy cell? This jail in which I've trapped emotions, Locked in shattered dreams and illusions, So many scars covering a wounded heart, So many injuries in this... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Propaganster) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9291 Sat, 06 Jun 2009 19:41:59 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9213/t/Do-Not-Stand-At-My-Grave-And-Weep.html Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow; I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain; I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush; I am in the graceful rush. Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (blackfoot1964) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9213 Sun, 24 May 2009 11:00:39 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9176/t/Yeah-Yeah-It-39-s-Bono-the-Poet-.html This week the BBC Radio 4 treated its listeners to the poetic stylings of Bono, from U2. The 14 minute ode to Elvis, 'American David', has many of his fans asking... "why?!" Here's some of the highlights: Elvis the bumper stickers Elvis the white knickers Elvis the white n!gger ate at Burger King and just kept getting bigger… Elvis the ecstatic Elvis the plastic Elvis the elastic with a spastic... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Diamond Rose) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9176 Sun, 17 May 2009 02:39:50 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9104/t/Scariest-book-you-ve-ever-read-.html feeds@yuku.com (Freeborn61) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9104 Thu, 07 May 2009 22:01:58 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9103/t/Stockhausen-is-Dead.html tripping Shakespeare in a room null the bonds of chance Thunder claps, flash in the sky Momentary fleeting sounds Count the waves till six Take a chance to sink or swim on a senseless God Fish swims out of gloomy cave and watches the rising sun From highest to low a melodic tune still plays over mumbling earth form = Renga collaboration with duck168 ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Diamond Rose) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/9103 Thu, 07 May 2009 15:31:30 GMT http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/8988/t/Smile-Revisited.html Once I breathed you into my soul And drank deep of your limpid eyes Soaking in the ocean of your beauty Unafraid to drown in those deep waters. They were times when all felt magical And all the world was a Temple of Light; Every heart seemed a flower in loves garden, Every voice singing of a Golden Age. feeds@yuku.com (Gawayne7) http://ditto.yuku.com/topic/8988 Mon, 27 Apr 2009 16:00:19 GMT