The diamond disco

[true_noir_chloe]

LOL
Thanks again for your comical brilliance.

[Icarus]

** lol. That's a trip, Chloe.

Texas Star

A mockingbird calls,
displaying its prowess at
singing others songs.

Mockingbird am I.
Mimicking others off'rings,
rarely composing.

Mocking bird I would
fain not be; rather compose
my own melodies.

** post 100

[true_noir_chloe]

I removed it. It was too embarassing. *running to hide*

I, of course, do like your new poem. Do you know a lot about poetry? Could you tell us poet-illiterates something about poetry next time? ^_^ Please?

[Icarus]

[font=comic sans ms][color=royalblue]
Imperishable

A steady candle burns
illuminating the room,
showing a face most dear.
A question arises:
What is this flame?
to show wonders and treasures never guessed?
The answer lies in the candle.
Devotion to another shows them in wondrous ways.

A flame burns in the hearth
showing all things in a new light
and some things new.
A voice shouts, “What is this?â€

[true_noir_chloe]

Again, your words leave me breathless. I'll be the first to buy your book of poetry, Icarus - be sure to sign it. ~-^

[Icarus]

Again, your words leave me breathless. I'll be the first to buy your book of poetry, Icarus - be sure to sign it. ~-^

[color=royalblue]Of course I will, if you reciprocate. ]

[true_noir_chloe]

Thanks for the info. I found my book of poetry and songs that I had missplaced, so I may start my own thread of my short pieces. *hehe*

Of course I would reciprocate.~-^

Also, don't you love the way iambic pentameter sounds? That's like one of my fav things to say, "iambic pentameter." Say it with me, "iambic pentameter."LOL All right, I'll stop bothering you and wait patiently for your next installment. ^_^

[Icarus]

"Iambic Pentameter"

I would at the thought of you posting poems and songs, but there is a low ceiling. So

Hope Deferred

Rain fals on dry soil,
raising small clouds of dust, such
as those whence they came.

"Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day."

A childs litany of rhyming words
helping children on towards
the English language and grasp thereof.
Some going on to write of love,
like William Shakespeare and Emily Dickenson,
others; to farm, and feed the chickens
while reading prose late at night.

[true_noir_chloe]

Have you been feeding chickens lately? Did I ever tell you I had a pet chicken named, Mr. Chicken, when I was around age seven? He used to sit on my shoulder, and.... um, never mind.

Another good one Icarus. ^_^

[Mimichan]

*hops into the thread*...HI^_^ ...I love your poems. You have a wonderful way with words. ..very, um....poetic. Oh, and I love Iambic Pentameter too...except when I've had to write that way. Counting Syllables is such a bother! *dramatic sigh*

[Icarus]

I know. Haiku is fun, but if I had to write in a certain meter, I think I would go insane. Anyway, here is another poem.

A curtain hangs in tatters
before the window, finally allowing
light into that place long kept dark,
illuminating a tapestry of ancient work.

The setting sun brings it to life;
golden threads sparkling in Sol's embrace,
reds leaping into flame, blues fountain into tranquility,
the holes a collective abyss,
drinking in the light, but returning naught.

In the dying sun, it tells of an age long past:
of pinces and kings, nobles and queens,
and the pleasure they took in the hunt.

A golden hart; the knights pursuant.
The stag leaping in a glen.
Hounds forever at its heels,
baying as they hem it in.

A separate scene in a different past.
Royals picnic at the lake.
Pages and handmaids linger near
the masters they dare not forsake.

Across its length and down its bredth,
another tale unfolds.
Armies march and battle breaks
before the kings stronghold.

In myriad vistas, a road ties on,
through forests and woods unknown,
to a central frame in which stands
the King and Queen, 'neath a wedding dome.


If your still reading this thread, post or pm to let me know. Thank you kindly.

[true_noir_chloe]

I like it, ^_^ as always. Did you see all my posts? Over a thousand.

[Kesshin]

Icarus, I just read some of your poetry for the first time. I love it! You're so talented! Write more! I'll keep reading. ^^

[Icarus]

Thank you, Kesshin. I had been going to PM this next one to you, titled "Why I am not good," but then I decided to post it that Chloe, and, I hope, others, can get a laugh out of it as well. Oh, and Chloe, this is the reason for the Dr. Suess comment.

The Rejects.

Oddball characters
spouting gobbledy gook
like Zifnab the Great
in a series of books.
Or Joe, the cowardly hero,
afraid of little weeds.
Normalcy Boy, Captain Contagion
and his sidekick, the Sneeze.
The Boy's a super-hero who
doesn't want his powers,
the other two fly round the town
spreading sickness for hours.
None of them want their lives,
but no one else would take 'em.
When the Bakers Man makes cookies
he doesn't have to bake 'em.
He puts dough on a cookie sheet
then stares with "burning vision,"
cooking them 'til nicely turned
with nuclear cold fission.

[true_noir_chloe]

>When the Bakers Man makes cookies
he doesn't have to bake 'em.
He puts dough on a cookie sheet
then stares with "burning vision,"
cooking them 'til nicely turned
with nuclear cold fission.<

I love this part. LOL
Hey, and when I copy and post your stuff my writing turns all blue
What should I do?
If all of a sudden
The black turns to blue?
I stop and enjoy...
No I'd rather destroy:evil:
So I'll stop writing this post
and with, the utmost
Hullah bulloo
I'll stop typing
Because blue,
just doesn't do

[Kesshin]

Good one, Chloe. ^^ Thanks for the poem, Icarus. It's funny (in the good sense of the word). By the way, Icarus, when are you going to post more?

[Icarus]

[font=comic sans ms][color=royalblue]I had been going to save this one for Easter, but I don't want this thread to die completely. I'll get back to writing more once I finish The hound of the high hunt. Sorry for the wait.

[align=center]Easter:
Christ is Risen!

“Christos anesti!â€

[Rachel]

oooh , hey! i remember this one! yeah anyways. adios.

[Reverie]

You write excellent poetry, Icarus. I love it!

[Yuna-Tairyl Kc]

WOW!! cool i absolutly love your poem's especailly the second to last one,
just show's i got alot to learn about writting poetry.

[Kesshin]

As you would say, Icarus, swing!

[true_noir_chloe]

You and convoybutterfly are using a lot of Spanish these days. Are you two learning Spanish, by any chance? I love your poem, too.

[Icarus]

You and convoybutterfly are using a lot of Spanish these days. Are you two learning Spanish, by any chance? I love your poem, too.

[color=royalblue]She is, but I'm not. The language in the poem is actually Greek, but I would love to learn more languages. All I know of Greek is what was used in church and at work. I could tell you how many plates they needed, what they wanted on their salad, and I can guess pretty well when they ask which table a meal goes to.

Hey, I wrote another poem.

Academia

The sound of heels stalking the through the halls,
backpacks sliding on cloth,
zippers pulled as students ready books.

Waiting for the teacher, pages turn]

[Kesshin]

Cool, Icarus. ^^
Sounds just like my school...

[Icarus]

Thank you. I didn't want it to be class specific, so I left out the African drums in the background. Yes, my music appreciation class is something else.

The context for this next is pretty self evident. I wrote it in the middle of May 2001, not long after I found out what free verse is.

That happens oft,
forcing structure on my thoughts,
shaping them to fit a line

Just once to write
a row of verse unmetered, unfettered
by thoughts of feet.

After a thought, I may
abhor the chains that bind the verse
into certain forms and patterns.

Then again, no.

Not so great
is free verse that I cannot sate
myself on bound poetry.

Exploring the rythm,
the bounds of the line, flirting slightly
with the rules of rhyme.


At this point, I would like to thank everyone who has read or is still reading my poetry: Reverie, Iesu, Chloe, Kesshin, EireWolf, Gyspy, Yuna, Ruroken, Tet-chan, and my sister and father. Thank you for attending.

[true_noir_chloe]

Sorry, I thought your poem was in Latin, not Greek. I commented on the Spanish because I had read you using Spanish I think on another thread, also your sis has been using Spanish in her last few posts. Ah well, who cares. You can speak Italian and I wouldn't know.

Anyway, I really love your last two poems. They are mucho bueno! *hehe* ~-^

[Icarus]

As, unfortunately, I haven't written anything for a while, I have nothing to post. If you really want to read something of mine, here's a link to a story I wrote in December The Fabled Past. I'm rather partial to that one, as it probably the best thing I've ever written. It was also the longest until I started working on The Hound of the High Hunt.

Obviously, I am not above a little self promotion.

[Zilch]

(scans poems...scans some more...holy bird crap, Batman! more poems!)

Oi! Look at all of them! You've got quite the fan club going on here. If I was anymore jealous, I would start promoting my own poetry. Just kidding.

One word: Whoa...

Rhythm is great, the use of vocabulary is flawless. Do you look in the dictionary for new ideas like I do?

[Icarus]

Thanks, Vash.

No, I don't look in the dictionary for ideas. For the most part, I start writing and make it up as I go along. As an example, Hello began with just that word, and I picked one of the possibilities that presented itself.

Still nothing new.

[Icarus]

A wallflower sighs
as he decorates the hall.
Dancers pass him unnoticing.

Once more he lies
as he says, "Not at all,
I'm having a good time at the party."

Another one spies
as she stands by the wall,
anxiously, furtively glancing.

He catches her eye
and walks down the hall,
asking the maid to go dancing.