Okay, so I gave this poetry thing another whirl after I posted the only one I had ever written. I recently wrote another and vowed if this thread came to light once again, I would post.

Uof M instilled ... ty for sharing

Excuse me?

ur thoughts r instiiled

Thoughts of her provoke me,
choke me, cloak me,
my soul can barely breathe.

Visions of her torment me,
tempt me, they empty me,
Oh how my body bleeds.

Utterances entrance me,
romance me, take chance with me,
their intent only to deceive.

Animosity surrounds me,
confounds me, abounds in me,
inflicting wounds you can't conceive.

Tasting life evades me,
shades me, downgrades me,
will it ever be mine to retrieve?

Breath
 

seems like a lifetime ago..
 

Between Worlds~
I often find myself undone
By things beyond my control
Like slipping on ice
On a autumn day
Feeling the icy wind
Brush my cheeks
And wondering
If I can pick myself up
When suddenly your
hand appears
warm to my cold fingers
Your breath on my neck
as you laugh
at my awkwardness
and hugging me closer
whisper
“You’re most beautiful
when you need me..”

A second attempt at Gogyohka:


From the dock
A tether breaks free from the mooring
Adrift on a torpid lake
The empty vessel is floating into the dawn
And there is no one left to bear witness from the shore.

Forgive me my poet friends, I woke up tired, only 2 sips of coffee yet and I'm not even sure what I want to say. Upon speaking with a poet friend and asking the thread leader to be able to have a place where we could ask questions, comment on, bring in some of the Masters... well, basically talk about any aspect of poetry and writing included, (your input needed here - what would you like to see more of?) This thread already being here and our hostess, being so gracious, well - come join us?

For a little fun and to bring in some of the works of the Masters for discussion - my girlfriend found this site that tells you who you might write like. You just plug in a piece of your poetry or writings and it analyzes it (which I haven't done yet), it is at:

http://iwl.me/

I read through the first 3 pages of this thread and of course, there are very many excellent poems posted there which I will bring some more in, but noticed a poet named "Womenmoveme" who said that they'd only written three poems ever and posted them there. I was very impressed with all three.

Out of curiosity's sake, I cut and pasted their piece into the analyzer, it says this person writes like H. P. Lovecraft. I will go look at H. P. Lovecraft's work now. I don't know if "Womenmoveme" is still around, but you have a natural talent for poetry and I want to encourage you to keep writing. You're very good IMO, especially for a beginner!

"H.P Lovecraft is best known for his stories of the macabre. He was born in Providence Rhode Island, where he lived with his two elderly aunts for a good part of his life. He died in 1937 at the age of forty-seven."

"Where Once Poe Walked
by H. P. Lovecraft

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe."

Okay, I do not pretend to be a poet. But at the hotel where I work, I sometimes find myself faced with the need to creatively attract clients who might otherwise choose another hotel. So I do what I can. Following is something I wrote for a potential client in an effort to land a big incentive trip. Don't laugh - this works. And if you work at Insulate America, I hope you had a good time.



Greetings to you from Boston, the land of the Cutthroat Cod
Where even a seasoned fisherman might find it somewhat odd
That an unassuming flounder can be more than it really seems -
For Bostonians think they’re heaven, with coleslaw and baked beans.

But here at Boston’s (insert hotel name here), we treat every fish with respect
And even a seasoned fisherman can be confident that he can expect
To see the doorman smiling, and to sense the housekeeper’s pride,
And to know when the waiter brings flounder, it will have lemon on the side.

The Cutthroat Cod, he beckons – that King of the East Coast Fish -
To welcome Insulate America, and to see to their every wish,
For even a seasoned fisherman, wise and wily as he can be,
Knows quality when he sees it, and perfect service – guaranteed.

Hi Estella, thank you so much for sharing. I liked it! I hope you got the trip? I liked the rhythm of it and think it's a near perfect horse ride (I read somewhere where the reader is on a horse riding and the rhythm makes the rider go up and down and that you don't want to toss the rider off the horse...). I'd have to read it out loud - but I think, it's perfect or near perfect with the syllables.

You write like James Joyce! wtg !!

(Got me craving a fish dinner... lol)