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Post by _black phoenix_ on Apr 14, 2004 14:20:51 GMT -5
ok, for this challenge you must write a poem inspired by the below image(created by william hollingsworth.) you can make it any form and length that you wish. to see a larger version, click here! www.epilogue.net/cgi/database/art/view.pl?id=17214_black phoenix_ p.s. its not illigal to post this image here if has has a copyright, is it?
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Post by Lina Inverse on Apr 14, 2004 15:58:57 GMT -5
p.s. its not illigal to post this image here if has has a copyright, is it? If you're in doubt, maybe you could just post a link to the page? This one isn't great... it's short..... Ah well... Wild, random images Haunting my dreams Colors splattered on the canvas Burning cornfields under moonlight The scarecrows, pathetic Charred and dying Ashes headed for the moon
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eberkain
Crimson Soul
Limerick Beast
Posts: 261
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Post by eberkain on Apr 16, 2004 8:33:56 GMT -5
Darkness... Dreary Dreamy. Stars shine bright. Why cant you see me?
I am never alone. I am forever drawn. The sun built moons on my gold pond.
A lasting darkness. An enveloping shroud. Your mind splits rows and the earth falls down.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Apr 16, 2004 11:13:46 GMT -5
f*ck.. that was amazing, eberkain. i really really liked that piece. well done!
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Lileth
Crimson Soul
REBEL SHEEP SAY "mmmooooooo"
Posts: 76
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Post by Lileth on Apr 17, 2004 7:48:31 GMT -5
The fruit grows rotten in your hands And you ate it anyhow Its mold stuck to your lips And you kissed all the pretty girls with it And now their rotten too I can see it in their eyes I saw how you made them lay I saw how you made them lie
Your hate the effect of defiance Your death the effect of hate In death your still killing Insanity the effect you left behind
A sodomized heart A raped mind
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Post by calamityroo on Apr 18, 2004 22:37:51 GMT -5
The moon is shinging And the stars are out How can you not want to dance wildly around that high burning fire?
There I am moving in the wind Next to me You are there Green and yellow shawdows dance As I try to cox you into dancing with me Finally you join me and we dance the intimate way we do
needs work, but its alright
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Post by deranged85 on May 2, 2004 18:10:44 GMT -5
the moon is too bright: a deafening whiteness defeating the night. and i am lost as i have been before, in some ancientness that i have yet to comprehend. and it begins again as green mists starve my vision- your eyes are hidden behind the words i dare not say. they are the only way out.
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mistyowls2moons
Dark Initiate
We all sit in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
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Post by mistyowls2moons on Oct 8, 2004 14:29:46 GMT -5
We are the ones who are tainted by promise that painted the stars. We are the few who understand the weakness that colored and stretched out our arms till there was only a few who stood long. We are the heritage for many moons to come. And we are forever universal law. Hello everyone sorry I have not been around for a long time even though I was a new member.... I have a writers block and painters cramp its been hard beings were I live and I have become bitter once again so I thought i would pop in and memories of phoenix ,once was a home of mine and showed me many things. I thank you Black Phoenix for not letting me forget the beauty of myself and exspression in image through poetry as poetry through image.....So I painted tonight and wrote a poem around the pitcher you presented. October 7 2004 thank you Mistyowl2moons this is also my birth month October 11th 1966
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 8, 2004 18:51:11 GMT -5
i am happy that i could provide inspiration, misty. its good to hear that you are starting to break your artistic block.
have a great birthday. ;D
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Post by misty on Aug 5, 2005 10:10:44 GMT -5
In the dark of night, (The moon’s delight) Beneath one clear, October sky; I thought of you, I looked for you, Near all the places you might fly.
But with hour after hour Being quickly devoured With my quest for you, And Time’s precious power… My search led me to Your favorite place, Beyond the borders Of Earth’s small space, Where I’d hoped to find your gentle face… But no trace was there, As if your presence, Was simply erased, And bare.
Erased with barely any clues Except for one, (A star or two.) And as I paused and looked around, More stars were found, Leading this way and that, But away from the ground And into the sky, Where more stars were hanging; So many… and so high.
Since hearts like yours… Are in such short supply, I sighed, and very nearly cried... But the task I now faced Would not be denied.
So I began my search From star, To star, And followed the trail, That seemed so bizarre, Yet went on for as far As my eyes could see…
Is it any wonder small wonder My mouth was ajar?
Ursa Minor… I hoped to find her, But Polaris patiently pointed In another direction, Towards Sargas and Hydrus, Another collection Of bright little stars Just ripe for inspection, (If I could make the connection.) I did…
Seginus and Sham Led to old Sharatan, Then Rastaban and Tran, Ancient of orbs From the beginning of Man… They whispered me onward And begged me to scan the skies, For the object of my plan, Then wished on themselves, As only stars can, For something to shine And light my way… Though nothing appeared;
To my silent dismay.
Plodding forward I almost lost hope, For things looked grim near Asterope. Until her sun, The bright Merope Brought news that helped me Start to cope.
You were seen Near Alcymene, Almost between Both Gorgone and Segin… Its not the best clue, But its where I’ll begin. So setting my course, And setting my chin, I gathered my courage, Though buried within.
When I got there I could smell your hair, Which fired my dreams And my star-born schemes Into such a fierce frenzy I would go to extremes… To find you.
And so I know… Though I’m not as close as I can get, Though your silhouette is everywhere, Here in this October air, I swear; I’ll find you yet, On your trail of stars Which will never forget Something that shines Brighter than they ever could.
They’ll lead me to your heart… And that’s understood.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 8, 2005 16:23:56 GMT -5
Evanescent moon like a yellow rose fully bloomed against a charcoal sky.
Stars like dew drops litter my mind shadowy figures dance in the light of the fire.
An ancient world clouded beyond my being seek first to understand what I don't normally see.
Shining eyes of a child's soul looks at her own display the desert whispers in her ears and a mockingbird sings.
Tainted green and pureness rose dabbled yellows mixed in silence strokes across a giant canvas paints the sand, stone, and stars.
Mournfully low in notes divine yet high and sweet shows her light flaming tongues burn the woods hypnotically dancing toward the Maricopas.
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Post by shamefulsean on Oct 7, 2005 5:37:02 GMT -5
sorry bout the spelling...
yellow season on the moon the chieftan dances green circles amidst the followers who are here to collect pity and pray to those unseen the sun, reaches around the deadgray grass and it is an offering to draw circles in the sand but not the chieftan he is here to ban himself "great fire of the sky i am not a man i am no worshipper i am your defier i am not a man i am the great." and with that the day follied on the edge the lesser teettered as the fabric of the night seemed to shift un-nerved in the sky and the great fire flickered wavered... and began to cry stars the light sat halfway on the moon and fixed the chieftan dies in the symetry of two unequal parts till blue season the nite will never come
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Post by Time_Spinner on Dec 29, 2005 20:53:36 GMT -5
such lovely pieces of work...*sighs*
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