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Post by dawness on Sept 21, 2006 6:40:27 GMT -6
no more puppets for you
medea
not after you have strangled the children
and maimed them for your feast
they were yours.
how could a mother maiden
turn into a murderess
as if their veins came not from you.
die while you live
live while you die.
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Post by dawness on Sept 21, 2006 6:44:38 GMT -6
i come bury shakespeare, not milton
for he, the first one,
reeled my sockets
once for merchant of venice,
twice for hamlet's pleading,
thrice for juliet who
poisoned my romeo.
enough then,
before i ask for more.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 21, 2006 23:52:39 GMT -6
WOW!!!!!!! Somebody else dared to brave the dungeons of fantasy and folklore!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat to see you here, DG! Meowpurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Love these pieces...Got more??? *ggglgggl* Nir.  |
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Post by dawness on Sept 22, 2006 3:30:37 GMT -6
more?  slave driver!  -------- it's half past two in the morning no sign of dreams alighting from the window de sade of marquis, how forlorn can love be the way you twist it and scramble its meaning like an egg that never wanted to be cracked. permit me, de sade to be dismissed from your obsessive demands that affection be forced to be tied like a tree to its branch. rather, let me flow with the wind till my heart meets another in mid--air. |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 22, 2006 23:24:28 GMT -6
LOVED IT! *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* *sound of whip cracking...yessssss...more!* think you whipped some inspirationing outta me with that poem...Marquis de Sade...was the key word... that hit me upside the head...and now the marbles[words] are rolling in my head, DG...gotta poem...catch ya in a sec... ~*~ You Coulda Been... You came on to me, like the light of day... Expansive, magnanimous, open... Pursued me with dead eye aimed intent... Having me was a mission on which you seemed hellbent... Loving me unconditionally was your pledge... Man, you coulda been the Son of Sam... You're such a lady and romance killer... Man, you coulda been the Marquis de Sade... Twisting lines like barbed wire into my mind... Snarling me up, swallowing me up, for your mass consumption... I was pheasant under glass... Just another repast, complete with dessert... A meal taken, eaten, and forgotten in the blink of an eye and a bilious burp... Man, you coulda been the Son of Sam... You're such a lady and romance killer... Man, you coulda been the Marquis de Sade... You're quite the Francophile, after all... *ggglgggl* ~Nir.  look what you did to me, DG...roflmao... what a feel good moment was that... i wrote something off the cuff... bemused me you have with your jocularity, lady... thank you, mi amigo...sweeping at the cobwebs of my blockage are you? *t-he* ~*"...you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost..."*~ ~line from a favored nir song, You Had a Bad Day, think is the title? hmmm... |
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Post by dawness on Sept 24, 2006 5:17:35 GMT -6
spin, spin, sabs! i am drowning in your images... " barbed wire in my mind..." that's it--- i'm outta here till i morph into some witch again. |
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Post by dawness on Sept 25, 2006 1:21:19 GMT -6
never, never can i be a penelope
absence of a man grilled in a warn to
be disguised as a hero
yet torn like a beast.
and to wait for many moons sewing threads
of hope
needling some patchwork in long-time waiting
for a return that is is uncertain.
patience is only honored by those
who know that there is love equal to
the other.
maybe, just maybe,
penelope i will be. in case. just in case.
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Post by dawness on Sept 25, 2006 1:22:19 GMT -6
whooops, "in a war.." drat these fingers. |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 25, 2006 9:24:06 GMT -6
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...i love this, DG...and the way your wove penelope in and out of the piece...whip cracks...got more? ? ggglgggl nir "maybe, just maybe, penelope i will be. in case. just in case." ~fragementation of Dawnic verse. ~*~ twist in the last line sent me into roflm*o mode...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat! but, this line, was a sockblower in my estimation... "patience is only honored by those who know that there is love equal to the other." ~another fragmentation of Dawnic verse. ~*~ i know that's right...but, we women are so abstract and obtuse...LOL...we'll wait forever, IF we believe the love is equal...yes? might as well spray our ownselves in the face with mace, or some such rot...ggglggglng my way outta the box...magnificent mondaying to you, sweets! poeming? got more? lay it on me! |
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Post by dawness on Sept 26, 2006 8:36:29 GMT -6
ahhh women of substance; that's who we are! yup, yup. let me fill myself with oxygen first, sabs.... |
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 26, 2006 11:04:30 GMT -6
I thought all Women were of substance What of Men? David |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 26, 2006 20:41:12 GMT -6
All women are solid but not all are women of substance... And in answer to your question, no less with your species...LOL... Course, DG, might have a different take on that...That's just imho...Nir |
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Post by rrw on Sept 28, 2006 8:58:01 GMT -6
Fascinating write, Dawn. Been thinking about producing a production of Medea and try to do it as close as we can to the Greek's style.
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Post by dawness on Oct 3, 2006 2:44:16 GMT -6
well, sabs and david... women of substance are those who have true grit, with style. as for men, ok... be a superman cause some are really made of steel not heart... LOL! just having fun here, please don't take any offense, yeah> |
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Post by dawness on Oct 3, 2006 2:48:19 GMT -6
hey , rr! i'm with you in spirit if you really put your thing together for a play on medea. i have been so intrigued by this character... i'll let you in on a secret; i played medea in high school. wow, i was into her so deeply, i lost myself. something like method acting. go for it, rr! huggs to you. |
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Post by dawness on Oct 3, 2006 2:52:48 GMT -6
soon, morning will warm your ankle
and here we step aside
declaring how arrogant you are in times of thunder
i laugh.
you are so vulnerable inside that mask
that cupid can shoot from any sphere and wipe your tears away.
achilles,
achillles of so many strengths
i wait for you to bleed.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 23:08:32 GMT -6
spellbinding....good to see you back and poeming, Dawn...
"you are so vulnerable inside that mask
that cupid can shoot from any sphere and wipe your tears away."
~fragmentation of Dawness verse.
~*~
elegant and evocative...like you...headed to sleep...like to sleep for a few days...
and then she woke up...LOL...wonderous wednesdaying to you, DG and crew! nir
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Post by dawness on Oct 4, 2006 2:03:21 GMT -6
i need the same sleep that never woke sleeping beauty
till her prince dropped a kiss made of moon bits
ayyy, morpheus,
you cannot in all bottles of morphine make me
dream this dream
that i seek in nights of silent whispers
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Post by anirbas on Oct 4, 2006 12:56:39 GMT -6
a poem to take you to slumberland...think i'll take a catnap, now...i feel like i have felinic distemper, today...ggglgggl...snotty head that weighs ten pounds and all that rot... take care and blessed be, sweet DG and da sweet folks! Sabs. |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 4, 2006 12:59:16 GMT -6
hehe...it's not eight o'clock at night, where i am...it's two in the afternoon...
drat...i want to go to bed, now! now! now! to much of the day left to take care of...
speaking of which, off into the day I'm slipping, DG...take care...Nir
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Post by dawness on Oct 5, 2006 3:45:09 GMT -6
if you were a mythical figure, who would you be, sabs??? definitely not the godess of dawn. how abput the goddess of sleep? LOL... twinkle twinkle, my dear one! |
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Post by dawness on Oct 5, 2006 3:52:14 GMT -6
for the love of venus who
crowns her life with unions dead or alive
be thou the queen that dishonors
the logic of psyche
how many hearts do you have
that never change with the seasons
except when there is battle of
affection you save from
extinction.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 7, 2006 23:47:49 GMT -6
if i were a mythical figure who would i be? it's not who i would be, dg... it's what i would be if given the mythical choice...when i grow up, i wanna be a valkyrie... ~*~ i've been labelized and objectified as a hecate, a kali, even an aphrodite, metaphorically and verbally... then again... i've also been called a maneater, manhater, and mankiller...just for having a differing opinion... be that as it may... just because i'm so labeled... doesn't make it so... i adore men... and i never danced on a path made of the crushed skulls of the unworthy dead, either... i have written a few love poems... but, am as yet, not inspired, to go to the ocean and rise from a gigantic shell on the lip of an oceanic swell... ~*~ ggglgggl... that's it... dame pulling up lame... look what silliness you've inspired from me this time, DG... Stop that...Not... Nir. |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 7, 2006 23:57:15 GMT -6
i'm six hours behind the posting time, DG...it's approximately 12:55 in the a.m. in Nirland...
i don't sleep enough, unless i'm sick...nocturnal and insomniacal to the ninth degree,
most of my life...that's why i have to take catnaps in my old age, to re-energize myself...ggglgggl...in my teens, twenties and early thirties, I could go all day, on three hours of sleep and never bat an eyelash, without requiring late morning, or early afternoon catnaps...ah, youth and it's boundless dash and go ability...blessed be, sweets...
sleep sounds nice, about now...hmmmmm....nir.
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Post by dawness on Oct 8, 2006 11:55:11 GMT -6
winner, sabs! better be sicker as you write more vividly, LOL... and lack of sleep makes this gem of yours too enticing not to be tasted ala gull flavor!" on a lip of an oceanic swell". that, my dear is a powerful ending! ok, that's it. won't post anymore... teeeheee. hugggs
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Post by anirbas on Oct 8, 2006 15:00:07 GMT -6
ccklggglsnckr...grrrreat to make you laugh, sweet pretty...and to be cracked up in return by you...may we be grinning and giggling til our last breath, yes? hugz backatcha! |
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Post by dawness on Oct 11, 2006 3:33:31 GMT -6
can these the legends make any falling star
fall from valhalla to olympus?
chess pieces are we in the eyes of gods
who mockingly fiddle their fingers
in choice of puppetry.
how sad can they be. watching mortals
feel the veins of anger, fear, love and refrains
for these gods, no matter what snakes or canes they hold
cannot, will never
come from the heart.
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Post by dawness on Oct 14, 2006 12:22:44 GMT -6
the subject of this, eros,
is that which we consider
to be some kind of love
that controls and humiliates the senses of
wanderers longing simply to be loved,
not debased by a charade,
a game where dumping the crown
in exchange for servitude can prostitute
an effection siezed by unyielding torture and power.
in this case,
where do you stand?
where do you grant
one love
that where two are victors
not victims? you answer me not.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 14, 2006 16:20:42 GMT -6
tangled barbs of thorns
wrapped around skin,
so fragile,
that it would tear even with the slightest
breath of wind..
caressed by the long tendril of a dragon's tail
tongue winds it's way around
a once proud and noble rider,
his eyes, glaze over
unyielding the dragon's touch
bring the fallen,
lower..
sunken too his knees
until lips barely touch the dirt beneath
tangled barbs of thorns
imprisoning young riders,
for a young dragon's
play time pleasures, for keeps
~ Sorry, this is a mess of a piece. Was just writing what came into mind, so if either of you ladies have any suggestions or organisation for this piece.. would be greatly appreciated.
It is almost 8.30am and I'm going on 12 hours without sleep.. brain is starting to refuse correct functioning..
respect, Soul
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Post by dawness on Oct 15, 2006 11:19:42 GMT -6
what shimmering sponateity. this one, soul, is a gem that speaks of raw feelings. the unedited version is the inner source of a soul. GEM!GEM! thank you... |
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