am i detecting a touch of cynicism toward 'romance' here?
{who steals my heart, steals trash!
]
Nah, it was inspired by an episode of Law and Order.
that's taking cynisicm to a new level!
stirring the mix,
i'm finding my way,
to creating some strength,
in a curious way;
poured on the ground,
and levelled to suit,
a new concrete foundation,
begins to take root.
a base for forever,
supporting the thread,
now poetry will never,
no never, be dead!
[adding a little support of my own, in terms the thread can understand!]
dròm_et_rêve wrote:.......Have you started writing again, out of interest?
Most of the acceptable poems that I've written started life in this thread, weirdly...
i always write out of interest! (couldn't resist
)
[i 'start life' every day; no telling what this one will bring?]
aware,
waiting;
curious,
wanting;
restless,
searching;
ready,
beginning;
heart
pumping;
strength
growing;
experience
gaining;
wisdom
growing;
love
sharing;
life
fulfilling.
Poem
Your love, my dear
It's true, I fear
For me it
Lives no longer.
It's taken flight
Like rays of light
Changing and forgotten.
(c) Beatrice Ware
Welcome BeaWare! I am digging your poem and your screen name.
Yay!
I'm not alone on this strange new world I have come to!
Glad you like both! Thanks for the welcome.
I like your avatar!
cavfancier wrote:Welcome BeaWare! I am digging your poem and your screen name.
This is one of my favourite threads.
We tread tightrope, acrobatic,
upon threads, fiber-optic,
virtual, tenuous,
a small piece of string
that repairs a hole
on a damaged dress.
The fabric says,
"It's all about connecting."
One of my fave guys: "The Poetic Chef"
On a grey and rainy day
I came to write on A2K
And found a cryptic scroll in bold
Happy Birthday we're two years old!
All hail the hard working hamsters!
Long live the hamsters!!
To a hamster
(after Burns)
Fair fa' your honest, rassy face
Great Chieftan o' the Roden-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
On Crav's PC.
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning date there ye place,
Your anties run ye at fa' pace,
Your paws was help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your hair the dews distil
Like amber bead.
or;
'Owed' to the hamsters:
one hundred million
in back pay,
a time to rest,
if just ONE day,
a manicure to fix those claws,
and dental work,
to salve those jaws;
they run from dawn,
well into night;
trying hard to calm
that brewing fight!
crunching the numbers,
clicking the switch
never losing track
of which is which
our hats are off
to knees we're bowed.
in awe of them;
that hamster crowd!
I was wondering, would the job on the front claws be a manicure, and the back claws a pedicure, even though they are all technichally legs? Either way, the visual is just too cute.
