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Emi GS Heroic Scribe

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A happy life, that's all I want

I don’t want a yacht,

I don’t want a mint

(unless you have one for my breath)

 

I don’t want to live where it's hot,

nor cold either, please get my hint

(extremes are prone to make me creath)

 

A life that won't leave me empty

is what I do want,

I don’t mean to sound selfish though

(not too keen on a shibboleth)

 

because

 

A big screen TV I don’t want,

or a car that hates to go slow

(none would give me a happy death)

 

 

 

 

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- creath = verb, to tremble

- shibboleth = a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important.

Is there any better life,

than the worm cuddle from loved one.

Is there any better poem,

than this worming selfless wanting.

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Since it was advised I begin at, well, the beginning ...   A bitter wind blows, drifting lazy bits of fluff, hallmarks of winter.     Softly twittering, a flutter amongst evergreen boughs. Ch

AC Benus
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Hi and Welcome! This is an open thread, intended for poets to help one another on GA. It's not tied to any one piece, but a forum where we can exchange ideas, get feedback on a project we're intending

Parker Owens
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And this is for tim. Also found on Occasional Poetry, here....  https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/59     To an Abecedarian Poet     At once brother and friend, compassi

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Parker Owens Mythic Scribe

Parker Owens

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A happy life, that's all I want

I don’t want a yacht,

I don’t want a mint

(unless you have one for my breath)

 

I don’t want to live where it's hot,

nor cold either, please get my hint

(extremes are prone to make me creath)

 

A life that won't leave me empty

is what I do want,

I don’t mean to sound selfish though

(not too keen on a shibboleth)

 

because

 

A big screen TV I don’t want,

or a car that hates to go slow

(none would give me a happy death)

 

         

 

 

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- creath = verb, to tremble

- shibboleth = a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important. 

How great a gift such a life would be; how hard it is to realize one is reaching for something else, only to understand how unfulfilling it is.

This poem reminds me of what is important, and the better things to aspire to. Thank  you.

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Emi GS Heroic Scribe

Emi GS

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I can kiss myself right now. I just, with a peace mind, remembered each and every single word of the lyrics poem; which got deleted yesterday. So, I'll be publishing it soon.

 

But before that, for someone who is thriving for an inspiration, I have a challenge for you all. The below, is a line which will have to be your first line and chose which ever form you wanted to choose, according to it. And finish it. Show your influence on your surroundings... ;)

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you.

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I can kiss myself right now. I just, with a peace mind, remembered each and every single word of the lyrics poem; which got deleted yesterday. So, I'll be publishing it soon.

I'm so pleased for you. :hug: And next time, remember to save your work as you're going along! :)

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I'm so pleased for you. :hug: And next time, remember to save your work as you're going along! :)

...he's using his phone...don't know that he can do that...

Ben is right Northie, its impossible in this phone. Its an old model, which don't have any option for backup when it got switched off. So I don't have any other option, rather than to trust myself or left it like that. I had lost some poems like that before too... :(

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Ben is right Northie, its impossible in this phone. Its an old model, which don't have any option for backup when it got switched off. So I don't have any other option, rather than to trust myself or left it like that. I had lost some poems like that before too... :(

Then you might want to get a notebook to carry with you.

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Then you might want to get a notebook to carry with you.

 

 

Yeah, and actually I do. But I'll work mostly on online if it was a poem. Checking on syllable count, rhymes, synonyms and all. So its not simple to write draft all over the book.

 

And the second reason, I have a zero privacy in the house when it comes to notebooks and journals. So I can't risk sometimes, for a safe passage from all those questions I can't answer yet.

 

:) Yeah. Old school is still the best school :)

You are right about it. But sometimes our responses are limited...

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The below, is a line which will have to be your first line and chose which ever form you wanted to choose, according to it. And finish it. Show your influence on your surroundings... ;)

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you.

Anybody took the challenge!!!??? :unsure:

 

I am writing a Lyric poem(song like) with a little bit change in first line. So you can make little changes, without interrupting the meaning or the intense. I hope it will create interest in you... :)

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Parker Owens Mythic Scribe

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Anybody took the challenge!!!??? :unsure:

 

I am writing a Lyric poem(song like) with a little bit change in first line. So you can make little changes, without interrupting the meaning or the intense. I hope it will create interest in you... :)

I am thinking about the challenge, but still completing another project...haven't forgotten!

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I am thinking about the challenge, but still completing another project...haven't forgotten!

I'll wait and look for your's... :) And I'll be publishing soon(which means, when I'll get a proper access to the computer. :lol: ). :)

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:P

Over halfway thorough mine, thanks to you...

And that's a bad thing cuz????

Anybody took the challenge!!!??? :unsure:

 

I am writing a Lyric poem(song like) with a little bit change in first line. So you can make little changes, without interrupting the meaning or the intense. I hope it will create interest in you... :)

Gosh... i'll Emi ... have been feeling very poetic lately  .. trying to finish a story which i cant .. and im behind on my reading .. ugh

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A happy life, that's all I want

I don’t want a yacht,

I don’t want a mint

(unless you have one for my breath)

 

I don’t want to live where it's hot,

nor cold either, please get my hint

(extremes are prone to make me creath)

 

A life that won't leave me empty

is what I do want,

I don’t mean to sound selfish though

(not too keen on a shibboleth)

 

because

 

A big screen TV I don’t want,

or a car that hates to go slow

(none would give me a happy death)

 

         

 

 

*Note:

- creath = verb, to tremble

- shibboleth = a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important. 

I like this ....but, I'd still want a yacht it would make that happy life so. much. happier. :P

 

Thanks again Emi. It was lovely.. 

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@ Emi...

 

first response to your challenge 

 

Challenge Poem
 
My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;
my heart, my heart will be broken in two,
if when, now morning is truly arrived,
you turn, with artful excuses contrived.
 
My love, my love drew us together last night;
we kissed, our forms brushed in silvery light,
and danced, to music my heart overheard,
entwined, our passions could not be deferred.
 
I wait, I wait for your step on the stair;
I yearn, to touch you, to play with your hair;
and yet, and yet I know not what you'll say,
your word has power to save or to slay.
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@ Emi...

 

first response to your challenge 

 

Challenge Poem
 
My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;
my heart, my heart will be broken in two,
if when, now morning is truly arrived,
you turn, with artful excuses contrived.
 
My love, my love drew us together last night;
we kissed, our forms brushed in silvery light,
and danced, to music my heart overheard,
entwined, our passions could not be deferred.
 
I wait, I wait for your step on the stair;
I yearn, to touch you, to play with your hair;
and yet, and yet I know not what you'll say,
your word has power to save or to slay.

 

I love it, Parker.  As always, I am in awe of your mastery of form.  :)

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Emi GS Heroic Scribe

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Gosh... i'll Emi ... have been feeling very poetic lately  .. trying to finish a story which i cant .. and im behind on my reading .. ugh

Its fine tim. Take your time and make it good. :thumbup:

 

Thanks again Emi. It was lovely..

Thanks Aunt Def, I glad you liked it. And Belated Happy Birth day... :)

 

 

@ Emi...

 

first response to your challenge 

 

Challenge Poem

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

my heart, my heart will be broken in two,

if when, now morning is truly arrived,

you turn, with artful excuses contrived.

 

My love, my love drew us together last night;

we kissed, our forms brushed in silvery light,

and danced, to music my heart overheard,

entwined, our passions could not be deferred.

 

I wait, I wait for your step on the stair;

I yearn, to touch you, to play with your hair;

and yet, and yet I know not what you'll say,

your word has power to save or to slay.

Wow!!! :wub: It is an amazing poem Parker. Such intense, such desire. Indeed it felt sad and grieving, but it given painful pleasure through the love affair they have. Such a heartfelt poem. I loved it a lot. Thank you so much for taking the challenge. :)

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Parker Owens Mythic Scribe

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I love it, Parker.  As always, I am in awe of your mastery of form.   :)

Aww, Val, thanks. You are so very kind.

 

Its fine tim. Take your time and make it good. :thumbup:

 

 

Thanks Aunt Def, I glad you liked it. And Belated Happy Birth day... :)

 

 

 

Wow!!! :wub: It is an amazing poem Parker. Such intense, such desire. Indeed it felt sad and grieving, but it given painful pleasure through the love affair they have. Such a heartfelt poem. I loved it a lot. Thank you so much for taking the challenge. :)

I am glad you loved it. The pain of not knowing whether a lover regrets or embraces what happened is an exquisite torture.

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