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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 21:41:49 GMT -5
Poetry? Yeah...I know. Strange. But who wants to be a one-trick pony? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Am I inside peering out, or outside looking in? And can I help but doubt that I'm ever gonna win when I cannot tell if I'm the spectator or the sport? This world is very fast, or I am frightful slow. Yet still I hold the past while in my soul I know that the past gets left behind with any fool bound to it But my way is still my way 'cause who's else can it be? So I'll weave again today on this loom I've built for me a cloth both course and rustic with a pattern vaguely primeval. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 21:43:54 GMT -5
Poetry? Yeah...I know. Strange. But who wants to be a one-trick pony? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I'm calling and holding you to it...  |
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 4, 2019 21:48:48 GMT -5
I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Am I inside peering out, or outside looking in? And can I help but doubt that I'm ever gonna win when I cannot tell if I'm the spectator or the sport? This world is very fast, or I am frightful slow. Yet still I hold the past while in my soul I know that the past gets left behind with any fool bound to it But my way is still my way 'cause who's else can it be? So I'll weave again today on this loom I've built for me a cloth both course and rustic with a pattern vaguely primeval. This is neat. I really like the last two lines of the second stanza. I think they work very well! Do you have a title for this one? Here's one of mine: Cottonmouth A horizon of black cumulonimbus— stricken with waltzing lightning— strains against the wind, coming east, pounding the clay with water to fill the ditches. It comes on silently, growing more massive and venomous as it eats miles of ground and air. Only as it nears does it hiss a warning and show its broad white maw. Stagnant air flees before a cool breeze burdened with the smell of canola, yucca, and manure. A single bolt of lightning flashes down away west behind a stand of cedar. Twenty-mississippi before the rumble: a baritone harbinger sounding mightily before its master. Five miles off and moving quick. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 21:53:00 GMT -5
It's title is "Outside Looking In"
And you've really captured an on-coming, southern thundeboomer. Good job!
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Post by roadsdiverged on Feb 4, 2019 21:53:23 GMT -5
Nice job to both of you. I can relate to the first, and I LOVE thunderstorms. Poetry is something that I used to love to read and write. I lost the writing part of it somewhere on my journey through life.
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 4, 2019 21:57:39 GMT -5
It's title is "Outside Looking In" And you've really captured an on-coming, southern thundeboomer. Good job! Much thanks! |
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 4, 2019 21:58:23 GMT -5
Nice job to both of you. I can relate to the first, and I LOVE thinderstorms. Poetry is something that I used to love to read and write. I lost the writing part of it somewhere on my journey through life. Thank you. I'm normally not an image poet, but I love watching thunderstorms roll in, and this one was just begging to be written. |
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Post by roadsdiverged on Feb 4, 2019 22:03:10 GMT -5
You did well, I had no problem visualizing it as I was reading Me and my sister promised eachother yesrs ago that we would go find a tornado before we died. It could end up being right before we died.... hahah |
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Post by sperrytops on Feb 4, 2019 22:03:23 GMT -5
I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Am I inside peering out, or outside looking in? And can I help but doubt that I'm ever gonna win when I cannot tell if I'm the spectator or the sport? This world is very fast, or I am frightful slow. Yet still I hold the past while in my soul I know that the past gets left behind with any fool bound to it But my way is still my way 'cause who's else can it be? So I'll weave again today on this loom I've built for me a cloth both course and rustic with a pattern vaguely primeval. I assume you wrote this, bigwoolie. You are a poet. I'm very impressed. I could never do it. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 22:04:16 GMT -5
I'm heading off to bed, but here's one more. I've lived a crazy life around the world that has been somewhat unconventional, and some would even say irresponsible. I looked at the lives of those who dont get it, with their 60-hour work week at a job they hate to pay for a 30year mortgage on a house they never see, waiting for a retirement they probably wont live to enjoy, and I wrote this.
Taste the Ocean
Come and taste the ocean, Friend.
Briny bite
of salty sea...
just to spite
the fallacy
of today.
...and dream ...
… of a life lived simple, Friend.
Toil today
for labor's love
Not for pay
and then just move
like a child...
… to play ...
… to embrace the mountain, Friend
solemn scene
of windy waste
lift your heart
caress God's face
once again.
… and know ...
… toil alone will break you, Friend
muddy mind
and heavy heart
just to find
you're yet a part
of a lie.
… but now ...
...you must leave this ocean, Friend
setting sun
and turning tide.
Run your race,
you can't abide
forever.
But...
return anon...
… Friend.
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Post by sperrytops on Feb 4, 2019 22:04:55 GMT -5
Am I inside peering out, or outside looking in? And can I help but doubt that I'm ever gonna win when I cannot tell if I'm the spectator or the sport? This world is very fast, or I am frightful slow. Yet still I hold the past while in my soul I know that the past gets left behind with any fool bound to it But my way is still my way 'cause who's else can it be? So I'll weave again today on this loom I've built for me a cloth both course and rustic with a pattern vaguely primeval. This is neat. I really like the last two lines of the second stanza. I think they work very well! Do you have a title for this one? Here's one of mine: Cottonmouth A horizon of black cumulonimbus— stricken with waltzing lightning— strains against the wind, coming east, pounding the clay with water to fill the ditches. It comes on silently, growing more massive and venomous as it eats miles of ground and air. Only as it nears does it hiss a warning and show its broad white maw. Stagnant air flees before a cool breeze burdened with the smell of canola, yucca, and manure. A single bolt of lightning flashes down away west behind a stand of cedar. Twenty-mississippi before the rumble: a baritone harbinger sounding mightily before its master. Five miles off and moving quick. OK, you are both quite amazing with the words. I feel humbled. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 22:05:56 GMT -5
Am I inside peering out, or outside looking in? And can I help but doubt that I'm ever gonna win when I cannot tell if I'm the spectator or the sport? This world is very fast, or I am frightful slow. Yet still I hold the past while in my soul I know that the past gets left behind with any fool bound to it But my way is still my way 'cause who's else can it be? So I'll weave again today on this loom I've built for me a cloth both course and rustic with a pattern vaguely primeval. I assume you wrote this, bigwoolie. You are a poet. I'm very impressed. I could never do it. I did, and I thank you for your kind words. |
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 4, 2019 22:11:04 GMT -5
I'm heading off to bed, but here's one more. I've lived a crazy life around the world that has been somewhat unconventional, and some would even say irresponsible. I looked at the lives of those who dont get it, with their 60-hour work week at a job they hate to pay for a 30year mortgage on a house they never see, waiting for a retirement they probably wont live to enjoy, and I wrote this. Taste the Ocean Come and taste the ocean, Friend. Briny bite of salty sea... just to spite the fallacy of today. ...and dream ... … of a life lived simple, Friend. Toil today for labor's love Not for pay and then just move like a child... … to play ... … to embrace the mountain, Friend solemn scene of windy waste lift your heart caress God's face once again. … and know ... … toil alone will break you, Friend muddy mind and heavy heart just to find you're yet a part of a lie. … but now ... ...you must leave this ocean, Friend setting sun and turning tide. Run your race, you can't abide forever. But... return anon... … Friend. This one right here. This one is wonderful. Wow. I'm blown away. I love short lines, and this one does it perfectly. In addition, you've used alliteration to wonderful effect. "Just to spite/the fallacy/of today" is an absolutely wonderful bit of business. Gave me chills, amigo. Nicely done. |
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 4, 2019 22:12:25 GMT -5
This is neat. I really like the last two lines of the second stanza. I think they work very well! Do you have a title for this one? Here's one of mine: Cottonmouth A horizon of black cumulonimbus— stricken with waltzing lightning— strains against the wind, coming east, pounding the clay with water to fill the ditches. It comes on silently, growing more massive and venomous as it eats miles of ground and air. Only as it nears does it hiss a warning and show its broad white maw. Stagnant air flees before a cool breeze burdened with the smell of canola, yucca, and manure. A single bolt of lightning flashes down away west behind a stand of cedar. Twenty-mississippi before the rumble: a baritone harbinger sounding mightily before its master. Five miles off and moving quick. OK, you are both quite amazing with the words. I feel humbled. Much thanks! I really appreciate it. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 4, 2019 22:16:36 GMT -5
I'm heading off to bed, but here's one more. I've lived a crazy life around the world that has been somewhat unconventional, and some would even say irresponsible. I looked at the lives of those who dont get it, with their 60-hour work week at a job they hate to pay for a 30year mortgage on a house they never see, waiting for a retirement they probably wont live to enjoy, and I wrote this. Taste the Ocean Come and taste the ocean, Friend. Briny bite of salty sea... just to spite the fallacy of today. ...and dream ... … of a life lived simple, Friend. Toil today for labor's love Not for pay and then just move like a child... … to play ... … to embrace the mountain, Friend solemn scene of windy waste lift your heart caress God's face once again. … and know ... … toil alone will break you, Friend muddy mind and heavy heart just to find you're yet a part of a lie. … but now ... ...you must leave this ocean, Friend setting sun and turning tide. Run your race, you can't abide forever. But... return anon... … Friend. This one right here. This one is wonderful. Wow. I'm blown away. I love short lines, and this one does it perfectly. In addition, you've used alliteration to wonderful effect. "Just to spite/the fallacy/of today" is an absolutely wonderful bit of business. Gave me chills, amigo. Nicely done. That means a lot, coming from another writer. Thank you much. It's a true encouragement |
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Post by Legend Lover on Feb 5, 2019 3:06:02 GMT -5
bigwoolie and jackdiamond - those are both great poems. That doesn't mean much coming from someone who is illiterate and who knows nothing about poetry. But still, I know I like them. They fill my imagination as I read them, and that's gotta be worth something. Great work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 5:00:08 GMT -5
bigwoolie and jackdiamond, extremely well written poems. When I read a good poem, I like to read it a few times slowly, feel the words within my inner soul, my mind wanders until I achieve inner peace, until the point of tranquility, I become part of the poem, until the God above removes the toils from my head, which helps me sleep.
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Post by unknownpipesmoker on Feb 5, 2019 5:29:42 GMT -5
The best hobbies are the ones you can continue to do even when you're broke and down and out. Or just not trying to spend money for some reason.
That's one of the principle reasons I got into collecting diecasts.
My goodness, if I collected the real thing, it simply wouldn't be possible.
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Post by unknownpipesmoker on Feb 5, 2019 5:50:50 GMT -5
Go to a pipe forum, find poets... They go together like bread and butter.
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 5, 2019 8:27:18 GMT -5
bigwoolie and jackdiamond, extremely well written poems. When I read a good poem, I like to read it a few times slowly, feel the words within my inner soul, my mind wanders until I achieve inner peace, until the point of tranquility, I become part of the poem, until the God above removes the toils from my head, which helps me sleep. Much thanks, Ted & Paddy! |
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Post by libertysmoke on Feb 9, 2019 16:37:59 GMT -5
Looking at the hobby section, there's no thread asking what you all do for fun / relaxation. So... apart from the obvious pipe hobby, what do you like to do for fun or to relax?When I had time, a few years ago, I took up airsoft. It's a great way to destress. I've no time these days, but it was fun when I did it. It's far to expensive too (both time and money). Apart from that TV series are my go to. I wish I was good with my hands so I could pour some attention to that, but unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with artistic creativity. Here's a little something I did {click on pic. to see more} ... If interested .  |
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Post by Legend Lover on Feb 9, 2019 16:39:38 GMT -5
Looking at the hobby section, there's no thread asking what you all do for fun / relaxation. So... apart from the obvious pipe hobby, what do you like to do for fun or to relax?When I had time, a few years ago, I took up airsoft. It's a great way to destress. I've no time these days, but it was fun when I did it. It's far to expensive too (both time and money). Apart from that TV series are my go to. I wish I was good with my hands so I could pour some attention to that, but unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with artistic creativity. Here's a little something I did {click on pic. to see more} ... If interested . Wow. Did you paint that? |
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Post by pepesdad1 on Feb 9, 2019 21:15:20 GMT -5
Very nice^^^^^^^.
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Post by pepesdad1 on Feb 9, 2019 21:48:51 GMT -5
I used to teach in a prison...many, many years ago. Here is something I wrote for a lost soul..you might find it interesting..
I Can See More Clearly Now
I used to be a teacher
Or was it a preacher
Sometimes it is hard to tell.
Pizza and cokes
And light headed smokes
Rushing before the bell.
But all that changed
When I agreed and arranged
Doing that favor for a friend.
Now all I hear
A din in the ear
Shouting...the clamor of men.
Concrete and steel
Is all that I feel
As I look out my 9X10 cell.
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Post by libertysmoke on Feb 10, 2019 5:47:35 GMT -5
Here's a little something I did {click on pic. to see more} ... If interested . Wow. Did you paint that? Yes - oil . |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 7:11:44 GMT -5
HAM radio didn't last long. Joined the local club, studied and studied and received my licence. Spent WAY WAY too much money on it. (I already collected antiques radios and radio tubes). Then reality dawned it's head and I understood I can't afford that many hobbies. Sold everything including my tube collection. Have my certificate framed in the closet and honestly I'd have to go look to remember my call sign. I've blocked it out of mind.
My hobby time is dedicated to old cars.that's expensive enough having youngens at home.
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 10, 2019 8:12:07 GMT -5
Looking at the hobby section, there's no thread asking what you all do for fun / relaxation. So... apart from the obvious pipe hobby, what do you like to do for fun or to relax?When I had time, a few years ago, I took up airsoft. It's a great way to destress. I've no time these days, but it was fun when I did it. It's far to expensive too (both time and money). Apart from that TV series are my go to. I wish I was good with my hands so I could pour some attention to that, but unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with artistic creativity. Here's a little something I did {click on pic. to see more} ... If interested . Now that is impressive. Nicely done |
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Post by Legend Lover on Feb 10, 2019 10:10:36 GMT -5
That's impressive. Great work. |
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Post by oldcajun123 on Feb 10, 2019 10:27:36 GMT -5
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Post by Legend Lover on Feb 10, 2019 10:48:15 GMT -5
That's impressive art, oldcajun123. The driftwood is great. |
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Used to paint and sketch, friends would ask for a painting I would give it, wife says I’m too easy. Shell I caught shrimping close to a reef in the Gulf. Driftwood piece caught in net also.
