Project #2

[LaRaine_Raven]

After you have written your Haiku, I would like for each of you to write a second poem of your choice. (Something other than a Haiku, since you've already done that.) Again, please feel free to post or send your poems. I would love to read your work so I can see how you progress over the course of this class! Happy Writting!

[asynchronicity]

This is something I wrote at the New Year:

oh eight oh one oh one
there is so much to be done
things have just begun
its just the rising of the sun
i hope it does not set
on this life i've grown to live
the holiest surrender
is all i have to give
i dont know if you see
how much you mean to me
where ever we may go
i know is where ill be
i ran away today
to the top of the world
i fell from the top today
for a marvelous girl
so im scared i have fear
nothing new from year to year
placing lost faith
in the smiles and the tears
beginning anew
in a whole new way
no regrets for what
happened yesterday
its a marvelous new year

[asynchronicity]

okay, so im not ok
ok, so im not always that way
but its all right
here in the lusty light
as we hang on to the tail
of things we don’t understand
whipped through time
hand in hand in hand
i cant make it make
the sense i wish i sensed
i push forward in faith
no fear is too dense
ride the night with me
from here to the wild wind
every once in a while
we all have to give in
who knows what its like
to be you or me, man
if you dont try you dont
know what can be, man
in our heads we run
in our own rat race games
it slows down the fun
fills love with some sort of shame
and thats not right
no matter the night
there is only love
in the lusty light

[bekyboo52]

poison

poison is a deadly kiss, from lips of red lust
poison is a dazing mist, swirling you in it's gust

poison is a seductive siron, singing a enticing tune
poison is a homless man, licking crumbs off a spoon

poison is a cold hand, with fingers round your neck
poison is a crushing force reducing you to a speck

[LaRaine_Raven]

Wow. I am very impressed! So much talent! Asynchronicity, both of your poems are so full of emotion, power, and imagery. I like the fact that you felt free to ignore the laws of proper writing. :) That is wonderful- everyone be sure to remember that poetry has no true set laws or rules. Please keep it up- I can't wait to read more! You have figured out how to find the inspiration inside of you. That is where good poetry comes from.

Beckyboo, you poem is no less impressive! Simple, yet speaking volumes. I love, love, love the imagery! Keep writing. I want to read more!

[Suib]

I already posted this into the writer's forum and thought i would post it again here. It seems appropriate.


Godess

Woman looking at her reflection in the water
She sees a bizzare outline
Colors and lights shine, dilluting her world
Transe inducting smoke fills the air

A small cottage on the edge of the universe
Hermit lives inside, creating the smoke
His perceptions becoming more focused, real
He sees things as they really are. Beautiful

An ancient temple beside an enchanted lake
The virgin godess protects its secret
Pools of holy liquids pour down from its great falls
Silvery bright light blinds all not strong enough

Inside, the high priest performes the sacred ritual
The walls and pillars disapear, Leaving him alone. Naked
He stares into the eyes of his gods
The day had come, the ancient recipie worked

Only once had this happened before
Thousands of years ago
Time lost. Secrets forgoten
Jugment, anger, love, induction

Lost in the willderness of his own thoughts
He lies on the altar
Closes his eyes
And dwelces into a surreal world of perception and knowledge

The music of the mushroom forrest
Tiny copies of deer prancing at his feet
Thrilled at this, he moves on
There is more to see.

An endless plain in front of him
Distortion of sight, colors, porportion
He reaches out to grab the answer
It slips, falls intonthe miniscule vortex of space

Pain and torrment, horrors, gone.
Into enlightenment he dwells
Can it happen?
He looks into the sky

Everlasting mysteries revealed
The eyes of the virgin godess stare down
In fear, he moves on
A cottage seen in the distance

A hallow figure of a man emerges
Hair to his back, beard almost as long
Old and wrinkly he smiles and notions
Into the collage the venture

Insade, a grand palace is revealed
Marble pillars and golden statues
Diamond glasses and blood red wine
A trap. The walls breathe and groan

Contractions make the priest uneasy
Snakes appear from nowhere
Cornered he screams. Nowhere to go
The virgin appears. Serpants shriek in agony

Her skin, white as snow, glows with a silvery light
Her outstreched hand is grasped by the priest
A flash. They enter a vortex of the dimensions
Where there are no limmits, no perimiters

Awakened, the priest sits up.
It is over. He walkes out the the lake
A woman looks up from her outline of a reflection
He turnes back to the temple to find nothing but a small cottage.

[MyRevolution]

I know I'm a little late joining in, but here is something I just wrote tonight.

I do not look back on those left behind
They do not merit the thought, nor dwell on my mind
Our paths they crossed, our lives intertwined
But it was their choice to split, theirs and not mine
One cannot focus on times gone past
You miss far too much, in a life moving much to fast
Why worry about yesterday, why let the pain last
When tomorrow is waiting, such a bright challenge, and such a bright task

And here is something else I wrote semi recently, just thought I'd throw it in as a little extra. Interestingly enough, this one seems like the exact opposite of my previous piece.

Remorseful feelings swell up
Morbid thoughts arise
Regretfully I lift my head and open my weary eyes
If not for love and if not for life, if not for those fleeting feelings of delight
When dreams come alive
The only thing left for me would be a lonely demise
Looking back on yesterday, I shut my heavy eyes

[LaRaine_Raven]

Thank you to new members joining in for the first time. :) I am very impressed by the work I'm seeing here! Sorry it has taken so long for me to get back on. Hopefully we can start up strong again.

Suib and MyRevolution: Very powerful imagery! I love the way you use your words to make the reader FEEl.