Fifoo Posted September 10, 2009 Share Posted September 10, 2009 Wow Enticingly descriptive Simply Beautiful :) Well doneThanks for your feedback, but... *Enticingly*...? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 10, 2009 Author Share Posted September 10, 2009 The CityBeat Poetry by Quetzl "Cool" Tanango The City swallows them in the morning and regurgitates them again in the evening. Seawater, ebbing in and out of a gray scar. Beaches are created, but so are whales beached.Like some aging porn starlet's calloused *censored*, it has taken and taken. It can no longer feel, and is unaware. The habit that comes with repetition and the memory of sensation are indistinguishable from actual feeling.The Robots enter the black box and exit unchanged.Even the dullest of the machines will question the purpose of the process that changes nothing.The sharpest will conclude that the purpose is to keep things the same.Vibrance and Violence, rainbows and shades of brown, are different sides of a two-headed coin.The City eats its children, then mourns its weight gain and lack of company. Best read out loud after smoking 10 cigarettes. While playing bongos. Naked. And high. This had a very grungy, techno feel and image in my mind, painting the city as a deplorable place. Well done! Thank you for posting! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 10, 2009 Author Share Posted September 10, 2009 A l'instant même... A l'instant même où, à la fontaine, je l'ai rencontrée,La cascade autour d'elle s'est figée. A l'instant même où nos regards se sont croisés,Les oiseaux se sont arrêtés de chanter. Et le Temps lui-même s'est arrêté un court moment,Afin que, le coeur battant, je puisse vivre dans l'instant... ... Just when... Just when near the fountain I've meet her,The cascade around stay frozen in place. Just when our eyes met upset together,The birds have stopped to sing in place. And the Time itself has stopped a wee,So my heart could beat to seize the day... ... [EDIT]... a (humble) comment I made for a picture of Sinbloods' character "Celia Azilis", he's a French artist and the first friend I met here on Nexus. I've tried to translate to the best I can, I'm a French native, please forgive me. The theme here is about the french word "instant" (point in time), and sometimes, rythm, words and structure are not the same when translated - my bad... A wonderful and very concise depiction of the way time seems to stop when two destined lovers meet for the first time. I LOVE it! Great writing. Thank you for taking the time to visit my garden, Fifoo. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theLeeHarvey Posted September 10, 2009 Share Posted September 10, 2009 Scarlet stains the soulat your feet they'll liewhile hands are red with lifenaked before the sun's burning eyebreath's been lost andlove has drownedin the pools of unceasing woeat the heartless caress of the youngtrying to become something disallowedmissed compassion in the kissas dominated by repressionimposed on form disallowedhearts though tremble with mirthlacking poise but possessing grace at the first I just started typing and this is what came out. I'm not exactly sure you could even call it poetry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 10, 2009 Author Share Posted September 10, 2009 I just started typing and this is what came out. I'm not exactly sure you could even call it poetry. Oh, it is indeed poetry! A very stark and yet emotional image of the battlefield. Excellent! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quetzlsacatanango Posted September 11, 2009 Share Posted September 11, 2009 The CityBeat Poetry by Quetzl "Cool" Tanango The City swallows them in the morning and regurgitates them again in the evening. Seawater, ebbing in and out of a gray scar. Beaches are created, but so are whales beached.Like some aging porn starlet's calloused *censored*, it has taken and taken. It can no longer feel, and is unaware. The habit that comes with repetition and the memory of sensation are indistinguishable from actual feeling.The Robots enter the black box and exit unchanged.Even the dullest of the machines will question the purpose of the process that changes nothing.The sharpest will conclude that the purpose is to keep things the same.Vibrance and Violence, rainbows and shades of brown, are different sides of a two-headed coin.The City eats its children, then mourns its weight gain and lack of company. Best read out loud after smoking 10 cigarettes. While playing bongos. Naked. And high. This had a very grungy, techno feel and image in my mind, painting the city as a deplorable place. Well done! Thank you for posting! I dreamed that actually. I don't know what I ate. Perhaps it was an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 12, 2009 Author Share Posted September 12, 2009 Velvet 'gainst velvet,Silk 'gainst silk.Softness wrapped in softness,Warmth wrapped in warmth. This is the essence of love. Two hearts meet,Drawing two bodies together,Each heart blind to the physical,Seeing only the heart for which she yearns. This is the essence of love. Two souls intertwined,Ne'er to willingly part;Two lives becoming one,To fulfill all their mortal days. This is the essence of love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
usernamesux Posted September 12, 2009 Share Posted September 12, 2009 Velvet 'gainst velvet,Silk 'gainst silk.Softness wrapped in softness,Warmth wrapped in warmth. This is the essence of love. Two hearts meet,Drawing two bodies together,Each heart blind to the physical,Seeing only the heart for which she yearns. This is the essence of love. Two souls intertwined,Ne'er to willingly part;Two lives becoming one,To fulfill all their mortal days. This is the essence of love. That's beautiful Herculine, really. It's very touching. A lot of poetry does not get through me, but this did. Makes me feel warm, yet sad. I had a lady I loved, so I miss this, but what you wrote here is true. I felt moved, please keep writeing :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 12, 2009 Author Share Posted September 12, 2009 That's beautiful Herculine, really. It's very touching. A lot of poetry does not get through me, but this did. Makes me feel warm, yet sad. I had a lady I loved, so I miss this, but what you wrote here is true. I felt moved, please keep writeing :) Thanks so very much. I hope you find someone to share those feelings with again. I know what that's like. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kamoba Posted September 12, 2009 Share Posted September 12, 2009 This is not the work of myself but that of a very close friend of mine, and I hope it has a place here. -edit- (The story of the song is based on a (LARP) event me and Mark went to.) Those of you who know the song it is sung in the melody and tune of "Over the hills" (The version used in the series "Sharpe") I hope you'all enjoy it. Many years ago there was a town'till Ultima came and tore it downShe met a force that gave her pauseUp on the hill there stood the Wolves Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died. The captain fought for fathers prideAmoung the last he was to dieHe led the Wolves for one last standAnd now he rests in Akarnes hand Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died Young Apheron, he came to fightWith Leno magic and holy mightIn the circle rests his soulA sacrifice he made for all Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died The huntsman Kai was young and strongBut died inside from lovers scornBow and arrow in his handHis body rests apon the land Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died Less an eye and struck with plagueSword in hand he still stood braveWilliam we remember youPure of heart so sure and true Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died There was a sargeant called BastileWhos eagle eyes watched from the hillRighteous fury and hidden rageA hero 'till his end of days Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died Corpral Nova, shield in handGood as any, twice the manFoe upon foe he did slayHis blade they could not stay Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died The former monk, Mathew his nameCried defiance, and still they camePatch them up, took pain awayOn the field, 'pon that glory day. Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died Reise in shadows he did meldSilent, swift, deadly as hellIn our hearts you will remainYour sacrifice was not in vain Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died For brothers lost we sing todayBe at rest for you we prayAll recall your deeds that dayOver the hills and far away Now hear the tale of RiverhytheWhere darkness came and good men triedStanding tall they gave their livesFor Riverhythe they fought and died Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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