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Okay,

We haven't done one of these in a while so I think it is about time we did!!

There seems to be a few blocked poetry ducts at the moment and we need to get them loose (me included).

For this Thread each person must post a poem exactly 20 LINES IN LENGTH that contains the following words:

RED
MARBLE
BLOOM


Well, off you go then!!

P.S. Must be original work to get the pipes clear *wink*

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Ask not what you can do to poetry, but what poetry can do to you.


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The following comments are for "NEW POETRY THREAD!!"
by londongrey

New Poetry Thread,
The artist eyed the flowered field
giving birth to new raw emotions.

Stepping back to let the art yeild
inhaling deeply the scented potions.

Florals of crimson-marbled reds
the sight she could hear calling.

Caressing the new blossom heads
and time around her was stalling.

Her choice of a bouquet today
for that special gem at home.

For the acions would loudly say
the love echoed verily in poem.

The canvas nourished with oils
drank and bonded a future gift.

The aromatic visual never spoils
a lone heart that yearns a lift.

The reciever smiles at the wall
that frames blossoms held high.

A beautific summary of it all
the love, the reason, her and I.



( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Poetry Thread







The Inspector rang in the morning
a frantic ring!
The concert is in full swing!
The Gendarmes are in!
The Gendarmes are in!
So through the foyer of the
Chateaux de Deux Amours,
I fled into the bell boy! Tu dans l'amour?
Toujours dans l'amour!
Toujours dans l'amour!
The red lights simmered as they swept me
to the park,
Where did they find Madam du Pontiar?
Beneath the marble Arc!
Beneath the marble Arc!
So to the Arc D'Triomphe I sped with
all haste and glee,
Jusr for me!
Just for me!
Madam Du Pontiar et gai Paris

( Posted by: Londongrey [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Bust - Poetry Thread
The bust was made a of marble,
A replica so true.
With features carved so lifelike,
That emmotions shone through too.

Beneath the bloom of marble,
I am sure that there must be,
Pulsing veins to give it life,
With red blood flowing free.

The sculptor used his chisel,
To petrify his wife.
Knowing that his efforts,
Would give her eternal life.

This beautiful creation,
Would retain its inner light,
When both of them had wrinkled,
And succumbed to life's long fight.

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Sorry last verse
So the sculpture and his lady
Took a lifetime to compare,
Every extra wrinkle,
From her neckline to her hair!

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Love Ceased To Bloom
In the darkened
empty red room
footsteps of the past
echoed across the
icy marble floor.

Pining for what was,
I collected the sounds;
wrapped them in velvet
tied with a ribbon of silk
to treasure for evermore.

Head held high you left
without a single word;
your once loving eyes
would never see me again,
no matter it was you I adored.

Shattered, hurt, and dazed
I wanted to beg you to stay;
to ask what went wrong,
but sadly I had to accept that
love ceased to bloom anymore.

( Posted by: Char [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Prince Red-Marble-Bloom
Prince Red-Marble-Bloom

His lips dripping wet with red,
Beads streaming down his chin,
Skin marble-cold, though his stare,
Flare like the furnace that we share.

Where in this dark love shall bloom?
Doom is what I see at this nightís end;
When do I have to flee, when do Iíve to stay?
Pray his kiss isnít as dire as my loverís.

Curse him if he gives me ordinary death:
Breath taken away sans passion,
Execution devoid of meaning and ardor,
Horror, hovering, spitefully dancing about.

Devout child of benevolence,
Malevolence is what awaits me now.
How I must bend and touch the floor
Or succumb to his power is up to me.

We are sure to unite, I and Darkness
Sweetness in my neck he shanít miss
His lips now dripping wet with red,
Beads streaming down his chin.


( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )

Red Bloom Marble
Bite your lip through
Blur its boundaries
Slip your tongue
Across to lick your wound
Reminder of the saltlick
In the old red barn
Where papa tied you
Swollen, throbbing, thick

Lips

Marbled, your eyes
with the rain, and irritated
And widescreen cinematic
trembling since you got wise
(Is that all they were?)
to those "misunderstandings"
Still reeling, stuttering
Love bloomed, then you met her

Brings you back
To papa's betrayal
To helplessness

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Pappy's Big Lucky Marble
(Poem plus story added)
When pappy was a little tike
He was too poor to buy a bike
A board on wheels is what he'd ride
He had no money but had his pride

Running behind an old coal truck
Hoping today he'd have some luck
He gathered up the fallen coal
To start a fire was his goal

His dad left the family...what a louse
Pappy became the man of the house
He got a job sweeping up the hair
left on the floor 'round the barber's chair

As he swept he sang a song
people would gather there all day long
That barber shop became the place
to get your hair cut and shave your face

One day as they were closing shop
A rich man decided to make a stop
My pappy sang his favorite song
The rich man even sang along

Story :The man wanted to give pappy a tip. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a big clear dobber marble with a red rose in bloom smack dab in the middle. He said it was his lucky marble and he wanted pappy to have it. Years later when pappy was gone we found that marble in an old cigar box along with a lot of other trinkets. I'm glad pappy kept it. I don't know how much luck it brought him, but It sure was good luck for me. You see, when we sold it , I got enough money to put me through college...By the way, the man who gave pappy the marble was Al Capone. he was arrested for tax evasion soon after...unlucky for him.

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Got Red?
Do you really think
That you can walk around
In those little red bloomers
And I won't be pissed?

You really stink
Like my bluetick hound
Before the groomer's
Done, like something he missed,

Like the marbles in his sphink-
Ter.Four days my dog's been bound-
Up. He's workin' up a boomer.
And now you want to be kissed?

No way. Head over to the sink
And don't make a sound.
Shuck outta' those red bloomers
I have to insist.

Please put on something pink
And you can prance around
In those pretty pantaloomers.
How can I resist?

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Red-Bloom-Marble Challenge
I sit beneath your marbled crypt
Prostrate at your feet
I clutch a red rose to my heart
Mourning with each beat
I no longer hear the Robins sing
(They used to be everywhere)
They never visit our garden
For you're no longer there

No more will Roses Bloom
Their scent...gone forever
Weeds now overrun the path
Where we had strolled together
I've seen no rainbows in the sky
After dark clouds and the rain
Even the sun has ceased to shine
As though it feels my pain

I sit beneath your marbled crypt
And bid a sad farewell
The bloom is off this red red rose
And off myself as well!









( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Passion
Fill to bursting, screams of red
barely kept behind my teeth
Pulse throbbing, pounding rage
boiling in my blood to seethe
Jaw clenching, eyes burning
Brow marbled by bulging veins
Black roses, stinking deathweed
Brought to bloom by your cursed name

Fortune reversed, a thin line crossed
Anger at gifts received and lost

When scarlet was a loverís hue
barely kept within my breast
pulses throbbing, not with rage
Heavy in my blood to rest
Eyes burning passionís fire
Skin marbled by teasing flame
Softest petals, satin bloom
Fell like blessings from your name

Passion seeded reigns eternal
Given, blessed-lost, infernal

( Posted by: JewelL [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Green Ant Dreaming
Green Ant Dreaming

Liquid drops of innocence bled
Into wrinkled hands cradling heavy head
These tears that I so sadly shed
Drip down into roadside bull-dust red

Mixing with the sun-burnt soil
The tears and sweat with blood and oil
Bringing Rainbow Serpent from sky so royal
Wrapping me tight in mirrored coil

For all you have lost there is more to be gained
Rainbow Serpent hissed over lands once reigned
You must know foolishness for wisdom to be attained
Seek the Green Ants now to have your destiny explained

So I trekked across the desert to Marble Arch
Where Green Ants dream and Fire Ants march
And sat right down in the middle of their path
Till a poison pronged soldier stung my sorry ass

Like a light switched on in a darkened room
There came a revelation in full bloom
As fierce flames scorched across a flushed full moon
They're not Green Ants in this flesh-pinching platoon!

---mjp---

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Just Making Pie
Just Making Pie


I was rolling the dough for pie,
push-pulling the cold marble.
It was particularly heavy
for I had filled it with water and frozen it.
It helps keep it from sticking.
He came, shouting, threatening.
I had not hung his shirt properly.
He slapped me.
My cheek stung with heat and humiliation.
His hands went to my neck
and my eyes ached from his choke.
I grabbed the counter behind me, desperately searching,
when my fingers fell upon the pin.
I just wanted his hands to go away.

It came down harder than I imagined,
aided so by gravity.
It sounded like the crash of a bowling ball.

Red, red -running and pooling beneath him.

In this garden of blood, now I can begin to bloom.

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Creations Birth THREAD
Creation's Birth




Red is the colour of sunset sky,
It's marble pattterns catch my eye.
The earie bloom it gives the earth,
Reminds me of creation's birth.

Yes, I was there when all began,
Not in the form of earthly man.
But spirit essence from high realm,
Seeking a ship to guide it's helm.

That day the sky turned flaming red,
And from the sky formed mankind's bed.
A place where souls could all refresh,
And sample things through human flesh.

For even spirit has it's bounds,
Creations morn our feelings found
The wind, the sun, the rain and smell,
Things humankind know all too well.

But now I walk upon this earth,
With haunting memories of my birth.
With feelings gained and freedom lost,
Creation's birth, but at what cost?




( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: June 6, 2005 )

Red, Marble, Bloom Challenge
They lie in Flanders Fields
Poppies bloom above each grave
Wooden crosses stand at attention
Honoring the lives that each man gave

I have often wondered
If the color of Poppies are red
Because the soil is rich with blood
Of the Heroes now lying dead

Arlington is the home of Heroes
Where the fallen have come to rest
Marble statues tell the tale
Of the bravest and the best

Famous men are buried here
Men of great renown
That you have read in history books
From the Civil War on down

On the tomb of the unknown soldier
Red wreaths are placed with care
But the greatest flowers blooming
Are the Heroes lying there!







But all the marble statues
And the crosses row on row
And all the




















( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: June 7, 2005 )

Oops...Sorry!
Sorry...I couldn't delete the extra lines that appeared in error!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: June 7, 2005 )

Prince Redmar Blebloom


(revised version)

His lips drenched with red,
Shedding Bordeaux down his chin,
Skin marble-cold, though his stare
Flares like the furnace that we share.

Where in this dark love shall bloom?
Doom is what I see at this nightís end,
When do I have to flee, when do Iíve to stay?
Pray his kiss isnít as dire as my loverís.

Curse him if he gives me ordinary death:
Breath taken away sans passion,
Execution devoid of meaning and ardor,
Horror, hovering, spitefully dancing about.

Devout child of benevolence,
Malevolence is what awaits me now.
How I must bend and touch the floor
Or succumb to his power is up to me.

We are sure to unite, I and Darkness
Sweetness in my veins he shanít miss
His fangs now gleaming with bloodshed,
Deadly, obscenely bare bodkins.


( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: June 7, 2005 )

Things of The Past

A poet should beware of prosperity
Smooth red marble stones, valuable
What is life to me, without the Lord?
Even though the red marble stones is old
They were first spotted among the red bloomers
Beautiful "Queen of Sheba" sparkling bright roses

There were ever "Rosabels" all around
The Red Marble Bloomers...
People began to cast their eyes upon all free bloomers
Silky red marble stones, filled the plates of deep red roses
Implanted with a design of uniqueness, red marble stones
Renaissance painters, crafted the plates so well

I'm not usually drawn to red marble stones
But these were just divine - sure enough, I
Was drawn to them...Prosperity! No - No,
I want sell them for money...
Red marble bloomers are exquisite!
The oval, oblong, and round plates
I just can't and I want rid of them

The Lord brings so much beauty in our
Lives one way or another...One of them is
"My red marble stone plates with bloomers"
Roses so marvelous as the picture blossoms
Before me - Beautiful silk red marble bloomers



( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: June 7, 2005 )

Red Marble Bookend
"Ouch!" she winched
as she touched
her puffy backened eye
"Never again" she vowed

" He will never hit me again!"
she repeated
as her eye swelled shut
reminding her of a
blooming purple rose

Waiting until
he was in a deep sleep
She slipped into the library
and grabbed a red marble bookend

She listened outside the bedroom door
Heard the familiar snorty, snore
"Now , she told herself"
"It has to be done now!"

Standing over him
she brought the bookend down
smashing his skull,then she turned
walked to the phone and calmly dialed 911

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: June 8, 2005 )

Red Marble Bloom
I can only look at your marble face
hoping that i am wrong in place,
that time has played a joke,
that it would take back what i spoke,
that the red dripping from my mouth is fake,
that this is a dream and i'll wake,
finding your eyes wide shut,
i can hope and wish but,
I can see that from hope nothing bloom,
that my words spelled inpending doom,
and that your reaction was expected,
you are the mirror that reflected,
what i said and turned back,
and laid upon me a hard smack,
all this because i asked if your love,
if i still have your love,
and your answer was nothing less,
and just as comforting as a caress,
So know i look at your sweet face,
I am now set in place...

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: June 12, 2005 )





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