OMA4U:


Thank you, sir. I was creating a kind of Alliteration there.
I will amend. Read others and let me know your take

okay i will when im less busy. Sure!

OMA4U:
It's very direct and simple. Every stanza portrays the same thing.

The man behind the mirror is a phrase that turns to poem. It simply talks about some people we have in our respective lives, they act as if they are the best, as if they love us, as if we are all. They even go to the extent of praising us, telling us that we are talented, we are this and that. They make us see and believe in ourselves. They are like a mirror in which we find ourselves. But no one ever sees what is behind the mirror, we only see ourselves. So these kind of people may stand behind the mirror leading us astray. Let me stop here.

Oooho. But,is this the type of analysis that is expecte d of us in the NCPC?

laykorn:


Oooho. But,is this the type of analysis that is expecte d of us in the NCPC?

Nooo. ANALYSIS! we want to understand and learn from you guys poem.

Read my poem, 'A Drop of Ink'. There you have it.

OMA4U and noble4d,what do you sirs think about this? Instead of posting our poems devoid of 'stanzaic' beauty because of the way NL displays it without spaces,why don't we start doing something like this?

(STANZA1 )
Someday I shall rise and leave my friends.
And seek you again in the world's far ends.
You whom I had found so fair.
And my only god in the days that were.
.
(STANZA 2)
My eager feet shall find you again.
Though the sullen years and marks of pain.
Would have put an end to beauty's reign.
But of what is my gain?
For I now am ugly,ugly and pale.
.
There is a dot to separate between the stanzas.

OMA4U:


Nooo. ANALYSIS! we want to understand and learn from you guys poem.

Read my poem, 'A Drop of Ink'. There you have it.

Wow,I've never done one before. Please post the link to the poem.

laykorn:


Wow,I've never done one before. Please post the link to the poem.

Read my previous poems on this thread. It's there.

laykorn:
OMA4U and noble4d,what do you sirs think about this? Instead of posting our poems devoid of 'stanzaic' beauty because of the way NL displays it without spaces,why don't we start doing something like this?

(STANZA1 )
Someday I shall rise and leave my friends.
And seek you again in the world's far ends.
You whom I had found so fair.
And my only god in the days that were.
.
(STANZA 2)
My eager feet shall find you again.
Though the sullen years and marks of pain.
Would have put an end to beauty's reign.
But of what is my gain?
For I now am ugly,ugly and pale.
.
There is a dot to separate between the stanzas.

Oh, it's the version of your mobile phone.

laykorn:
OMA4U and noble4d,what do you sirs think about this? Instead of posting our poems devoid of 'stanzaic' beauty because of the way NL displays it without spaces,why don't we start doing something like this?

(STANZA1 )
Someday I shall rise and leave my friends.
And seek you again in the world's far ends.
You whom I had found so fair.
And my only god in the days that were.
.
(STANZA 2)
My eager feet shall find you again.
Though the sullen years and marks of pain.
Would have put an end to beauty's reign.
But of what is my gain?
For I now am ugly,ugly and pale.
.
There is a dot to separate between the stanzas.

But mine don't do that, maybe is your mobile.

Noble cares.

If my wriggled wily way
rig the rigmarole reeling road
on ballot paper trooping day

Snail, shell; cadaver, earth
an un-renege rocky oath
between body and soul, birth

You shall be the drumming breath
breathe into my succumb nostrils
and dancing to your rhythm is my debt

I, the puppet piper play. On a par
with your dictating masked tune
of you, the idol and I, worshipper

A castle beckons on the outskirt of island
and dollars dwell with western made possessions
where you live to milk the blessed land

Your quiet face, godfather, will rule the populace
I shall bear no liver to erode or dare
say no to your heavy tongue. All the days

Of all my regimes. And I stand, power
intoxicated. Rig me in now! And when I grabbed
mantle, I shall erect a selfless jerichoed tower


suggest a suitable title, please.

Tag:
Timpaker, deflover, Firestar, amiablejay,
princesa , Divepen, texanomaly, noble4d ,
badmusace, Chuksemi, royver, iyabodeh, laykorn,
lordthunderbolt, philtrum, JigsawKillah, kagari,
krystalxxx

OMA4U:
If my wriggled wily way
rig the rigmarole reeling road
on ballot paper trooping day

Snail, shell; cadaver, earth
an un-renege rocky oath
between body and soul, birth

You shall be the drumming breath
breathe into my succumb nostrils
and dancing to your rhythm is my debt

I, the puppet piper play. On a par
with your dictating masked tune
of you, the idol and I, worshipper

A castle beckons on the outskirt of island
and dollars dwell with western made possessions
where you live to milk the blessed land

Your quiet face, godfather, will rule the populace
I shall bear no liver to erode or dare
say no to your heavy tongue. All the days

Of all my regimes. And I stand, power
intoxicated. Rig me in now! And when I grabbed
mantle, I shall erect a selfless jerichoed tower


suggest a suitable title, please.

Tag:
Timpaker, deflover, Firestar, amiablejay,
princesa , Divepen, texanomaly, noble4d ,
badmusace, Chuksemi, royver, iyabodeh, laykorn,
lordthunderbolt, philtrum, JigsawKillah, kagari,
krystalxxx

My Pledged Allegiance

#Respect!
Ayamlaykorn

I try to do
i try my best
i look at you
i like your taste
i meet with you
but you detest
what should i do
its all a test

kagari:
I try to do
i try my best
i look at you
i like your taste
i meet with you
but you detest
what should i do
its all a test

Derailment. Hope you're doing well with your partner.
Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:

Derailment. Hope you're doing well with your partner.
Ayamlaykorn

.
Didnt get your first statement
.
I have not heard from her oo. But i know she is cooking up something splendid and mindblowing

Godfather?

Grave of Beauty

I once saw an old man, a wayfarer, walking
Along the boulevard of loneliness of countryside roads
With hysterical laughter graced his lips

Wait! Old man, why art thou laughing in this forest wilds?

"Son, do you not know that when elders sweat
while they speak, it's not the salty liquid that trickles out
It is tears that flows from their grievous heart"

"Son, the death of canary digs the grave of beauty
So many lost buckles in the sandals of a cobbler
Black volcanic ashes, soon, will cloud our mansion"

Oh! Old man, why is thy teeth so clenched?

"Son, do you not see the squalling wind besiege our mansion?
Hurly-burly, hullabaloo shroud the hushed hush of peaceful serene
Backlash, balderdash taint the beautiful minds"

"Son, the rubber that binds our broomsticks is torn
Conflicts amidst the kings-let shaking our mansion
Nose-diving into filthy, green water of tadpoles"

Old man, Why art thou laughing again?

"Ahem, I am a little fragment of the mansion
My voice may never be hearkened unto
I only babble to shroud the tears on my lashes"

"If by chance, a new mansion is erected
I shall rejoice with you in the underworld
Where hopeless hope transcend me into"

If by chance, a new mansion is erected
Flinty rainbow scenes will sprout again
Phoenix will arise; Beauty will be exhumed from her grave

Hmmm, it's really nice!
Theme of love!


More grease to your elbow