obyrich: Cool. I love this! Sweet and beautiful artistic work.

timpaker: Great piece bro. I love your use of metaphors and the 'ally ....."Paradise of peace and no pain foresee..."Far past beyond the earth's bond..." I wish I could write like you.

LarrySun: Finally, you've burst out of your inhibition. Kudos, bro.

Have a definite style, for without style there cannot possibly be a single work out value in any branch of eloquence or poetry. I'm glad your works are not wanting in depth and regularity; your pentameter is iambic and it is easy enough to identify the rhyme schemes and enumerate the chiming vowel-sounds and the alliterated consonants.

I suffer from an incurable dysentery of words in others' poetry. Perhaps that is why I find pleasure only in reading Yeats' 'The Second Coming' and Shakespeare's 'The R*pe of Lucrece':

Turning and turning in a widening gyre
The falcon cannot see the falconer
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
(TSC)

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week
Or sell eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
(TRL)

Deeper than prose, poetry is a land of iron coinage and of iron speech; hence my reluctant desire to journey thence. I once came, I saw, and I fled. I'll rather remain grinding my stones in the hamlet of amateurish prose. Those who travel to this iron land are later canonized as gods; gods of words.

Well done, OMA4U, and goodluck.

firestar:

Twists...
Turns.
Shifts...
Churns.

All in the belly.
Indigestion:
Spin cycles,
Of yummy jelly.
Diagnosis:
Butterfly tummy.

LarrySun:

firestar:


Butterfly tummy.

texanomaly: Nice job! Impressive.

Be sure to back up your poetry. I lost some of my favorite poems from my "Random Ramblings" thread.

As in eh. I cried like a kid who misplaced his feeding bottle when I lost mine too.

I don wise up sha.

LarrySun: Still

*Cobweb brain*

firestar:



Pray tell, Sir Larry...

Why writing poetry ties you in knots?
Your flare for writing just is.

LarrySun: I'm more comfortable farming in the vineyard of prose fictions. I sometimes try to write some poetic lines though, but each word is a strain on my intellectual elasticity. A line of poetry can be substituted for a chapter of prose.

LarrySun: Deeper than prose, poetry is a land of iron coinage and of iron speech; hence my reluctant desire to journey thence. I once came, I saw, and I fled. I'll rather remain grinding my stones in the hamlet of amateurish prose. Those who travel to this iron land are later canonized as gods; gods of words.

texanomaly: Nice job! Impressive.

Be sure to back up your poetry. I lost some of my favorite poems from my "Random Ramblings" thread.

Canme4u: Okay, you called me and now am here.

OMA4U: White Sea shore sand
Embrace our foot with coolness
Relishing the blast cold air
Transcending from beneath the ocean

Blissful touch of heaven upon us
Awed by the sea sand and nature’s ecstasy
Feel the thrill and chill of breeze
When we close our eyes to decipher
How it feels when lovers kiss
And Surrender to nature’s bliss

Those happy moments are countless
Just like the constellations of stars
That streams of joy is endless
Like a deep mighty ocean

Our well of love is deep and dries less
Water for lovers there reside
Heaven bears me witness
How much I have long for this day
Since I’ve been struck by this goddess
I tingle and she wriggles and goes numb

Stealing my heart with one glance of hers
She’s got fragile eye balls of lust
Her melodious voice like sound of hymns
From David’s harp; ringing in my locked-up brain

copyright 2014.

OMA4U: A MEMORY OF THE DEATH (Quatrain)

So sad that saddened morning
A noise was heard; agony of death
The songs of dirge of mourning
For your departure from the earth

Grim reaper of men has struck again
Natural assassin that can’t be bribed
Leaving us to wallow in forever pain
No matter how much we proscribe

If death has a price, you would never die
You’re worth more than bags of gold
Though you never wait to say bye
In my heart your memories I behold

Sometimes I feel your warmth around me
Like your fragrance is so near and close
I’d shut my eyes may be you will I see
Or your face when you were here bestows

I know you are not so far from me
You live just a little way beyond
Paradise of peace and no pain foresee
Far past beyond the earth’s bond

When I feel I miss you the most
And as years go drifting by so much
I delve into my library of memories host
Your memories are heaven’s gentle touch


Soothing me, like a soft balm on spines
You are the sunlight that sparks on sheets
The beaming moon that shines
The cool breeze that send off heats

They heal and conquer the pain in my heart
The rough and tranquil days we shared
Will find abode and life in my poetry art
I will lay them underneath the pillow on my bed

Though alive we do speak no more
In my head you forever live in me and sings
Perhaps you come to me in night dreams
I will disclose to you many things

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OMA4U: Sonnet one

Shall I say my delight to write you this?
If by no means I will burn down the earth
Whirl wind has shaken me in my lone days
I’ve wandered lonesome in the shade of death
Since you bid me a valedictory way
Hell fury of the heaven’s eye burns me
And my face’s clutter’d tears cast a ray
In a mirror before me you I see
Sadness has made you wear an olden grey
And I shall change your old skin back to youth
Even if your love’s strength seem to decay
I hope you race back with a cheetah’s foot
As this rich words poetry plead for my wrong
My love shall in my verse forever live young

noble4d:

honestly bro I'm in love with ur works. nice dirge

missyhorlah: noble4d Are u still alive