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| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Joshthefirst(m): 9:37pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
timpaker:I'm too sleepy to think |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 9:42pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
Joshthefirst: I'm too sleepy to think Heheheheheheh.  1 Like |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Nobody: 9:50pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
timpaker: Lets play a game, This This I'm lost But still I Feel this might work out Who knows? Traffic could be high soon This Fibonacci stuff sef, E get as e be sha, Who is the shinning knight, ready to spit flames, venom, fire? I don retire oh!  1 Like |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by princesa(f): 10:08pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
sorry tim, but some of us are trying to relax our brain. So I cant attempt that  |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 10:09pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
princesa: sorry tim, but some of us are trying to relax our brain. So I cant attempt that |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 10:34pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
I am new here My pen-name equals Jodekss Gloatkenf My mouth verisimilitude the mouth of some sick sheer I am simply simple nay pimples but am one of These days young writers with crazy power Here are heavier heads, elders, am aught calling a bluff I'll respect the respects of you all every hour So, it doesn't mean I am sarcastic if you spot me cough Hence please take me in like your beloved brother Good night and sleep tight and dream dreaming buying a Golf But before having some Z make sure you do your night prayer For some sick souls are capable of roasting their victims' glories to suya... |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 10:38pm On Oct 08, 2013 |
Welcome Jodekss  |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 3:42am On Oct 09, 2013 |
timpaker:thanks and morny sir. |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by princesa(f): 2:30pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
timpaker:finally someone who types like you and dare i say, writes like you... Welcome jodekss |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 4:35pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
princesa:thanks a lot, you- Princesa was the 6e that brought me here. Thanks. Please, what's da topic on, just now, I would love to try and intergrate...? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 5:36pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
princesa: Huh? Writes and type like me? Haba hajiya menene? Jodekss, you can attempt the fibonacci na. Abi e hard? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Joshthefirst(m): 6:13pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
timpaker: |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 6:24pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
FIBONACCI http://www.poetfreak.com/text/251558/fibonacci.html Time Hunts Too keen Halt your argue He halts naught always chum Waste time with an apt ken henceforth May God reproach we regret in the morrow for not For he is like death himself with his ever-busy bazooka so Kinkily throw time with a wild range of caution by tarrying nah what now can bring to pass till the looming following day. |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by princesa(f): 9:38pm On Oct 09, 2013 |
Hajiya menene? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 4:05pm On Oct 10, 2013 |
princesa: Hajiya menene?  Form of Poetry: Diamante Definition The purpose is to go from the subject at the top of the diamond to another totally different (and sometimes opposite) subject at the bottom. A seven line poem, shaped like a diamond. Example Line 1: Winter = 1 NOUN-A Line 2: Rainy, cold = 2 ADJECTIVES-A Line 3: Skiing, skating, sledding = 3 GERUNDS-A (verb + -ing) Line 4: Mountains, wind, breeze, ocean = 2 NOUNS-A + 2 NOUNS-B Line 5: Swimming, surfing, scuba diving = 3 GERUNDS-B (verb + -ing) Line 6: Sunny, hot = 2 ADJECTIVES-B Line 7: Summer = 1 NOUN-B Poverty Hateful, fearful Struggling, toiling, grinding Office, home, work, library, Reading, writing, grinding Cautious, ambitious, Success PS: The poem is suppose to be centralized (the center feature ain't working) 1 Like |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 10:27am On Oct 11, 2013 |
I KINDA THINK WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING NEW, LIKE PARODYING ONE OR TWO OF THE POEMS PENNED BY ONE OF THOSE POWER GOD-FATHERS OR MOTHERS SUCH AS SHAKESPEAR ETC... WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK SIRS AND MAS...? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by me2plus(m): 11:40am On Oct 11, 2013 |
The cold harmattan air Is caressing my skin As your searching lips Heat my furious blood. I moan your name Into the quiet night As my pleasure aches To break free. I see your need burning In your darkened eyes. Only I can feed the hunger Deep in your soul. Your hands bruise my skin, As you curse my name into the night. You thrust harder, Claiming every inch of me. Like a tidal wave crashing Against my roaring need, You fill me with white, hot fire… Branding me. My nails rake across your skin, As your teeth graze my neck. Our unrelenting lust Fuses us together. My body has become your heaven, And my quick tongue, your hell. Your lips are now my salvation. But your surrender is my sin. |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 12:32pm On Oct 11, 2013 |
me2plus: The cold harmattan airhot and pictursque. Brava. |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 4:40pm On Oct 18, 2013 |
[b]I parodied the ass of Bard avon/SHAKESPEARE... Not funny really, it's appalling and so dangerous to parody the works of the god-fathers or to see your work imatated with utter derision but, try and scan through... ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE- WILLIAMS SHAKESPEARE... All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. MY PARODY- JODEKSS GLOATKENF... Is the world really a stage? Weren't you there when my wife walked me out of my life? When we were wallowing in gorgeous gold and manifold money; she called it a lasting love Whenever those words walk out of her mouth, it called from, more love The man just beside our former behinds is now my wife's man You see... When things were sore for that son of a bitch, I came in I came in incognito and helped him out with a beauteous inn He thanked me on his treacherous kneels with a goatish grin I thought I was doing Good but see him plucking out my heart And fed my own wife with it Need I reject regret? The world is wide Wild Bad beyond calling him worst. Even on serious stages That Douglas kicked the butts of Mike Tyson Jubilation heralded and lingered to all the galaxies Hey! The freak had fallen Oh! KO guru had fallen Ah! Dynamite kid had fallen But they hugely hug each other Though I saw that with my single ear That's the spirit but that is just within the rings We fight, we hate, we kill, we pinch, we... And none cares in the end The world is bigger than a stage And even if she kills my neighbour and come back to my bank The world is not still a stage Wherever blood used to run, the place is a big cage.[/b] |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by nelsonmiracle(m): 3:59pm On Oct 21, 2013 |
Guys wats the topic..? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 6:28pm On Oct 21, 2013 |
nelsonmiracle: Guys wats the topic..? |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 6:28pm On Oct 21, 2013 |
nelsonmiracle: Guys wats the topic..?u may try and parody dat shakespear's poem... Or u await d owner of dis thread to come n' introduce a topic... |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Tolite22(m): 9:35pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
The coffee sizzles In the Poets' cafe First, a peep Hmmm... I like what I see Some familiar names We're one and the same. I shall save my introductions for the evening is far gone. I shall wake with the rising sun And enter the ring for a bout of poetry. I remain myself, one and the same In time, you shall know me by voice Not by name.  |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 10:10pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Tolite22: The coffee sizzles Heheheheheh. We can't wait!!!! |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by firestar(f): 10:42pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
And we have Tolite The gent with coffee In his right... We await Till the sandman's crust crumble Maybe then you'll give it a whirl It's late For the royal rough 'n' tumble Sleep unshaken and unstirred |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 10:20pm On Oct 31, 2013 |
Some people too like poem self. Haba! 1 Like |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Ghostie: 8:04am On Nov 05, 2013 |
Wazzap guys.....ah love poemz too. |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Mynd44: 8:28am On Nov 05, 2013 |
Ghostie: Wazzap guys.....ah love poemz too.Cool |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 10:39am On Nov 05, 2013 |
[b]Balling with Shakespeare via the two gentlemen of verona! "O, how this spring of love resemblet The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away." --Proteus from "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" (I, iii, 84-87) ...and let me or Jodekss continue it by replying Proteus... (^^^) "Aye, and the beauteous beauty made of my own belle; Was what made to go back Though our connexions are devine Was chastised mellowly to choose back What was brought up Still favours; According to... Come back Come back was all the summary it was then some summer Psycology told me only true love could make me vex against my lover Vow not to love her Again Curse not to call her Again But in the end and yet forgive her Again. Proteus, my mate; Life would have long died and burried without her heart Love is what keeps this wilderness rolling Around again and again I would die for the girl I love Again As long as she loves me too Again... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/259058/balling-with-williams-shakespeare-via-the-two-gentlemen-of-verona.html[/b] |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by timpaker(m): 2:19pm On Nov 07, 2013 |
Autumn... Hues of dry leaves Falling in blissful sway; Rustled parkland frenzied-cold breeze Winter. Form of poetry: Cinquain The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count. Twenty-Two syllables in the following pattern (2-4-6-8-2) The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count. It has five lines, and often, one word in the first line, two words in the second line etc. line 1 - 2 syllables line 2 - 4 syllables line 3 - 6 syllables line 4 - 8 syllables line 5 - 2 syllables OR The modern cinquain is based on a word count of words of a certain type. Line 1 has one word (the title). Line 2 has two words that describe the title. Line 3 has three words that tell the action. Line 4 has four words that express the feeling Line 5 has one word which recalls the title. 1 Like |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by firestar(f): 11:22pm On Nov 08, 2013 |
Here tim goes with rainbows... |
| Re: The Poets' Café : Chat Room! by Jodekss(m): 3:52am On Nov 09, 2013 |
[b]Shh...silence must steal every place It's still the mid of the night no possessed baby must scream If... Where did the mother's tits go to the husband would ask, Infants soporing busy snoring with peas running all o'er their mats Adult mustn't argue Would rather keep quiet through out or else... Back-bitters just have to keep their untouched fellows' life talks Till it breaks Even prying parrots with all their talents keep their mouths gagged in dear nests So if you move, you move stealthily If you move and step on pieces of peaceful shells of silly snails You save the screams till it dawns If you dare scream no neighbour should come out to shout sorries You woke too early Couldn't sleep? Hardly could you switch on your DVD and TV sets to see some zombie season movies If... You just have to ameliorate the harms of their volubles To...let me say, two or three none dares thirty-three or so. O mid-night! Come o'er here am talking to you not yew I asked you to come o'er here Use your ear Here Sit there Yes that seat there Listen up dire Why must you be feared that much tell me ehn...? What is so so very very special herein your dirty darkness? Let go me friends, let me ask him He must be questioned it'd got too much ehn... Is he the only one? Why must we all keep quiet when it's mid-night and be free To shriek like Shrek when it dawns can't hack? Is it? I ask, is it? The night workers, the flutterers; white and worst witches which is Worth buying some booze to celebrate? A witch's a witch be it white or wicked but God's good n' great The thieves with sticks that vomits? The cultus campainers carrying pots with cries; propitiating sacrifices? The ghosts? The deads that aren't dead? The skeletons buying shining skirts and big boys boxers? The spirits released to roam about; against? The animals walking like man? The... Damn it, this respect is too much hence there must be a change I must be able to scream in the mid-night too Play outside in the mid-night too Sleep outside in the mid-night too See clearly outside in the mid-night too Trek to anywhere in the mid-night too Not only when it's naught Those shall be possible am sure The day mount Kilimanjaro stands up and shout billions of "bonjour."[/b]
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