Youthful Dreams...

colorbook. Breathtaking. "....castled waves on moonlit nights...." I love to see folks post their original writing here. The entire poem is a bath in beauty.

Thank you, Letty, coming from you that is a great complement.
Not everyone is captured by poetic verse, so I imagine some people do not post here because they fear their writings will not be well received.

Well, colorbook, what we need to do is create a political poem and see where it leads. Tried to respond to one original piece and got shot down.. Others never come back to say, "Thank you"....

Such is the way of the world.

Do you mean a political poem covering rules and ethics on the proper way to host an original writing thread?

Not just an original writing thread...threads are created in many categories and sometimes the host never adds any input.

Good morning, colorbook,

I created a thread about the NEA endorsing Kerry, and it got rather heated. (I should have known that). So I wrote a brief satirical poem, and it was totally ignored. Now I think I understand why poetry and politics don't mix.

Good afternoon, Letty.

I will not ignore your poem if you decide to post it here. (or you can post the link). I'm not much on debating and try to stay out of those heated political augments.

I'm not into politics, either, but I wanted some feedback on the NEA bit. No need to check it out; it was inane as I intended it to be.

Later, my friend.

You used just the right word, Colorbook.

Enchantment is exactly what your poem brings.

"Underneath the bough of time" That was a tremendous first line.

I'm so pleased to have had the opportunity to read your poem.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tarah

Loved it colorbook. My favourite lines have already been quoted.

Letty, I missed that NEA poem of yours. We should start another political poem, as a collective effort, just to rattle some chains. I'll start:

Both Bush and Kerry suck,
I guess we're out of luck...

Might as well piss off both the right and the left, and make them see the middle.

Thank you, Cav

Both Bush and Kerry suck,
I guess we're out of luck...
We'll set out all the trash
and clean up all the muck

Sorry, It's not the metaphor you were leaning towards

For some inexplicable reason, I am not myself tonight. Somehow all I can think about is this song of ancient origin.


Those cool and limpid Green Eyes -
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they'll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, make my dreams come true.

I'm always myself in the morning.

I love you all, my cyber friends.

Call it the syndrome of forgetfulness

Bo Bo, the tiger was killed tonight. Why does that make me sad?

And that's what I get for being a divergent thinker.

Letty it is sad about BoBo. I was following the story and his owner was a wits end hoping he would come home unharmed.

Sorry about last night, folks. Whoever that erstwhile Tarzan guy is, he should never have kept that creature as a pet. Tigers and their green eyes should be left in their natural habitat. (wherever that is).

It just really got to me to see that Bo Bo had to be shot instead of tranquilized.

UhOh! Bo Bo's eyes were not green at all. Alas, the eye of the tiger.




SURVIVOR - EYE OF THE TIGER
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger (repeats out)...

Goodnight, all.

From Florida

Goodnight, Letty.

colorbook
You are growing as a poet. This is by far one of your best efforts. Please don't ever quit writing.

Hi Edgar, and thank you, I'm glad you liked it.

How have you been?

I am getting over the removal of a series of tumors on my legs. Not life threatening, but it was pretty rough for almost a week. I am almost back to my old self again.