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Bedlam (posted on: 23-06-14)
I was working with a young girl who was a self harmer, her situation deeply affected me and this little poem came as a result.

All the meaning of life wavering, darkness rising; as the tidal surge of anger. Streaks of red, follow the quick moves of razor blade. Fresh scars, silent witnesses of her emotional turmoil. Dark side of the world at a glimpse...
Archived comments for Bedlam
Elfstone on 24-06-2014
Bedlam
I see you've been away from us for a while - welcome back 🙂 This is a strong poem about a difficult subject.
Some thought for your consideration - would you think about separating the lines into short verses - the visual equivalent perhaps of that razor blade? I tried it in Pages and it looks good (deleted it of course - it's your poem). May I also suggest that you replace the semi-colon at the end of line 2 with a comma and as "Streaks" is plural, "follows" should be "follow". Elfstone

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your comments, I got rid of the "s" , now it is follow. I will try to separate the lines into to short verses. It sounds like a good idea.
Fureya

stormwolf on 24-06-2014
Bedlam
Hi There, Yes, brave choice of subject not done to death by over elaboration.
I would have said
silent witnesses of (to) her emotional turmoil, as the scars are 'witnessing' it.
If you were using 'of' it may be better to say something like

Fresh scars,
silent (trophies)of her emotional turmoil.
or something like that. Just suggestions 😉
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Alison for the suggestions, I will consider.
Fureya


Autumn leaves (posted on: 26-10-12)
This came out of a image which captured my mind while I was driving to work couple of days ago.

A tree lined street, under the morning sky, leaves in flames, vivid shades of red, early signs of autumn. It is blinding your eyes, but not your heart A sudden ecstasy rising in you, Like a sweet music in your ears, elated bliss...
Archived comments for Autumn leaves
stormwolf on 26-10-2012
Autumn leaves
yes, I can relate. There are trees in my street that look as though they are on fire. Such beauty in nature can elevate us to bliss.

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Nice to know that others can share my feelings. Thanks Alison

Fureya

Mikeverdi on 26-10-2012
Autumn leaves
Beautiful. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike

Fureya

barenib on 26-10-2012
Autumn leaves
Autumn is my favourite season and you've captured a little piece of it here - John.

Author's Reply:
Thanks John, good to see others enjoying autumn too.

Fureya

ValDohren on 26-10-2012
Autumn leaves
Lovely little write.

Val



Author's Reply:
Thanks Val

Fureya

Andrea on 27-10-2012
Autumn leaves
Yes, lovely - the tree at the end of my garden, covered in Virginia creeper, is red, gold and yellow. Beautiful!

('ecstacy' should be 'ecstasy' though :))

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Ani on 28-10-2012
Autumn leaves
Thanks for the correction Andrea. Virginia creeper is my favorite plant during this season.

Fureya

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CVaughan on 29-10-2012
Autumn leaves

Autumn poems falling like the leaves, I did 2 lately.
Nice, Frank.

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jamalbbd on 31-10-2012
Autumn leaves
enjoyed reading this lovely piece, especially the reflection of the scene on senses of seeing and hearing.

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haiku (posted on: 01-10-12)
one more haiku

big red parasol shading everything under one sleepy puppy
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Rambling among words (posted on: 10-09-12)
My passion is playing with words and this prose is a rambling among them.

Words, words... Every day we use many different words without even thinking. We speak; we use words, we write; we use words. Words are the basic tools of communication, building bricks of literature, words are one of the key elements that carries us one step ahead from Homo sapiens. We do not only think but we also express our thoughts, feelings by our words . While some of us hardly use more than couple of hundred words all through their lives, others may have much larger vocabularies. Not only we use words to express ourselves, we even play with words. ` I spy with my little eye, something begins with `...`, most probably for many of us, this sentence is the first thing that comes to our minds when we think of playing with words. Not if we mention scrabble, crosswords and many others. Words are just like us, there come in all shape, size and colours. Robust is a strong word just like timid , crane and slither. There are sophisticated words, like amorous and quintessential, scrumptious and simple ones like tumble, like or bean. Some words are happy like finicky, propeller or like bamboozled. Many are sad like halidom, dilemma and fabiform. Quincunx which sits between quincentenial and quinine in the dictionary is a lonely one just like mendacious, dasypygal, escutcheon. There are gibberish words like boogedy boo, ninny hammer, zedonk. Also not to forget the slang and of course the swear words like bloody hell, asshole, as well as a long list of F words. Actually f words topped up with a few essentials can be the whole dictionary of some people. Words just like us, they born, live and die. Their life expectancies, unlike ours, mainly rely on their popularity. While `thy` is no longer a regular in our sentences, divine has come a long way. Just like humans, words enter the language in all sorts of ways: invaders, migrants, tradesmen etc, Although it is almost not possible to count all the words in a language, the Second Edition of the 20-volume Oxford English Dictionary contains full entries for 171,476 words in current use. For anybody who has the courage to dive into, this is an absolute world of endless possibilities and surprises. Maybe it is time to remember where you put the dictionary.
Archived comments for Rambling among words
Texasgreg on 10-09-2012
Rambling among words
Aye! The wonderful and excruciating thing about the English language is that it's ever evolving and expanding. Had ta look up Ninnyhammer just ta make sure you weren't messin' with old Tex...
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Greg 🙂

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Weefatfella on 12-09-2012
Rambling among words
Aye words are what they are, an attempt to communicate. Although they often fall very short. one of my favourite words is the Scottish word for a dull wet day--Dreich-- it seems to say it all, except another very good Scots word can be linked to it-- Drookit-- meaning soaked.and Puggled meaning very tired. I could go and on.I agree with you words are to be celebrated. Thank you for these thoughts isn't that............well you said it first.

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Tokophobia (posted on: 27-08-12)
Tokophobia is a short film made by my son Evrim Ersoy and his friends James Pearcey, Russell Would. It was shown at FrightFest International Short Film Showcase this weekend. This poem is an attribute to this film.

A slender figure, lying in the bath tub Legs apart, motionless. Right in the middle, blood oozing over a distorted coat hanger. An ominous and dead silence prevailing in the room , like a sinister tune. Fear in the colour red.
Archived comments for Tokophobia
Texasgreg on 27-08-2012
Tokophobia
Aye! A ghastly image it does create...Abortion, or is that just on my mind 'cause of the "debates" here? Never mind, just looked up tokophobia. I thought it was fear of inhaling, hehe.

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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
If it created a ghastly image, it seems I have achieved the result I wanted.
Fureya

amman on 27-08-2012
Tokophobia
Graphic and very well composed. A fine tribute. Hope the film was well received.

Author's Reply:
Thanks amman. Film has caused quite a stir, one viewer literally fainted, but in general it was praised a lot. It is invited to a festival in Lisbon in September and another one in Sitges in Spain in October.
Fureya

Andrea on 27-08-2012
Tokophobia
Awful. Meanwhile I found the film on IMDB (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2149904/) and will watch it asap. Congrats to your son et all - I gather the film went down well.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea. Film has done well, it will be shown in two other festivals in Lisbon and in Sitges.
Fureya

barenib on 27-08-2012
Tokophobia
A vivid and terrifying picture in a few words. I too will look out for the film. John

Author's Reply:
Thanks John.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 28-08-2012
Tokophobia
I forgot to say...While I like your short cuties, I love how you've been branching out lately.

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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
Many thanks Greg.
Fureya

Corin on 08-09-2012
Tokophobia
A very striking and shocking image Ani, all the better for being so sparely drawn. The detachment of the voice used makes it really striking.

What can we say. No woman should have to resort to such means.

Philosophically the difference between abortion and contraception is slight and some methods of contraception are logically an abortion.

Since the technical means now exist every woman should have the right to decide whether to allow a fertilised ovum to mature or not. Just as the rights of a child change as it grows older so should the rights of a blastocyst, embyro, foetus, unborn baby change with age.

Abortion on demand is right up to 12 weeks and with counsellors approval up to 18 weeks and with a doctors certificate up to 28 weeks but only for medical reasons 24 - 28 weeks.

David

Author's Reply:
David, as you pointed this is a very sensiitive issue and it has many aspects which need to be considered, before making a decision or a judgement.
I just tried to point a brutal side of it and it hit the nail.
Thanks
Fureya


bloom (posted on: 24-08-12)
my little poetic dribble

season`s first suprise swaying gently in morning breeze pink,white carnations
Archived comments for bloom
roger303 on 25-08-2012
bloom
Keep dribbling Ani!


Author's Reply:
Thanks Roger, I will definetely do.
Fureya

Andrea on 25-08-2012
bloom
Lovely!

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea
Fureya

CVaughan on 25-08-2012
bloom
Very good Ani, but a typo I think here (pink,white carnations) it would look more florid (pardon the pun) if the pink & white did not abut so closely. Frank

Author's Reply:
Thanks Frank. My carnations are literally like that, pink, white melting in each other.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 26-08-2012
bloom
Was lookin' fer more erotica, but this 'un will do me just fine. 😉

Another cutie!
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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg.
Fureya

chant_z on 26-08-2012
bloom
Very fine. I think that I agree with Frank on the line mentioned.

Author's Reply:
Thank you chant_z.
Fureya


Sunday night (posted on: 20-08-12)
One hot poem which I like

Not even touched, your nipples are like red grapes, pushing the nightgown. Your eyes are gleaming with happiness. Knowing that you are desired, fire of lust embracing you. A burning sensation rapidly invading all your body. The basic call of nature; invitation to sex has taken its toll. Once again far from him, you are ready to bear fruit. An everlasting dream; screaming under him with pleasure, thrilling you...
Archived comments for Sunday night
franciman on 20-08-2012
Sunday night
Hi Ani,



This isn't poetic eroticism. It is pure poetry driven by an erotic energy. Works for me.



cheers,

Jim

Author's Reply:
Thanks Jim.
Fureya

franciman on 20-08-2012
Sunday night
I forgot

Author's Reply:
Are you sure?

Fureya

SugarMama34 on 20-08-2012
Sunday night
I liked the way you have written it from the male point of view, which is good to see, normally it is from the female POV, so this worked for me too.

Lis xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Lis. It nice that you enjoyed.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 20-08-2012
Sunday night
Aye! Ya make the old man blush, Fureya...Photobucket

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Really good fer my blood circulation. Good job!





Photobucket.Greg 🙂



Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg, does this makes me the Florence Nightingale of UKA? (LOL)

Fureya

Andrea on 21-08-2012
Sunday night
Good one, Ani. Now I wonder where I put my libido?

Author's Reply:
Look under the bed. (LOL) Thanks Andrea.
Fureya

amman on 21-08-2012
Sunday night
Nice one Ani. Going for a cold shower now!

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Ani on 26-08-2012
Sunday night
Good to hear that it is effective.

Fureya

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Hekkus on 31-03-2013
Sunday night
Vividly written, evocative. The one thing I would change is the "call of nature". You need another phrase for that, because to most people, that means going to the toilet.
Good work though.

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harbour (posted on: 03-08-12)
another haiku

vigorous old man mooring his boat under rain wet yellow slicker
Archived comments for harbour
Andrea on 04-08-2012

Nice visual, Ani.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea.
Fureya

niece on 04-08-2012

The yellow stands in stark contrast against the rainy backdrop, Ani...lovely indeed

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
When I wrote this, I was able to see it very clearly, it is great that others can share my vision. Thanks
Fureya

sunken on 04-08-2012

You have a way with Haiku, Ani. It's like a snapshot in word form. You're like Uka's very own instagram. Can you believe apple paid a billion quid for that app? I got it for 69 pence. Idiots. Very nice little sub. Terrible comment. I blame the panda Olympics. Thank you.

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he can't see the panda Olympics taking off

Author's Reply:
Thanks, I like your definition, `snapshot in worrd form`. I am flattered. I am a bit old fashion, I have nothing to do with smart phones, apps etc., now I have to find out about instagram.

Fureya

Texasgreg on 05-08-2012

Aye! Echo sentiments on visual. Envisioned my own grandfather with that description.

Good job, Fureya!

Greg 🙂


Author's Reply:
Thank you, it is nice when you can engage like that with a poem.
Fureya

stormwolf on 05-08-2012

Amazing imagery in so few words. Well done
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Alison for the kind comment.
Fureya


Blown away (posted on: 20-07-12)
After giving a lift to my older one home, I was driving back and suddenly this poem began to come together in my mind. It is sort of quirky and dark.

Red sitilettos wrapped her delicate ankles with thin straps. Although the rhythmic sounds of high heels were heard, she still looked to be floating in the air. The black lace dress embraced her body tightly, leaving her shoulders uncovered. Soft amber curls were flowing over her naked skin. As she came closer, sudden evening breeze carried a whiff of frangipane, tickling your nosebuds. Your smile froze on your lips, whilst the sharp screech of tyres filled the air. All of a sudden, there it was; a red sitiletto in front of your feet...
Archived comments for Blown away
Texasgreg on 25-07-2012
Blown away
First I saw of this. Hiding these? I don't see dark or quirky. Maybe a little provocative, but I'm a guy. Wonder why no comments...

Good job!
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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
I never thought as provocative until you mentioned it, but suddenly it seemed right. Thanks
Fureya


Noctivagant (posted on: 20-07-12)
Another little poem from my car journeys.

Once again night time, dark skies slowly torn by the moonlight. A silvery blanket fell on earth. All nocturnal creatures, denizens of night howled impatiently. Beyond shadows both hunters and prey got ready. Another tossup between to die or to live until sunrise.
Archived comments for Noctivagant
Andrea on 21-07-2012
Noctivagant
Nice one.

Just a suggestion, but maybe 'throw of the dice' would be an alternative for 'tossup'? Just a thought...

Author's Reply:
Thanks for the suggestion Andrea, I will keep it in my mind.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 23-07-2012
Noctivagant
Aye, throw of dice. I stopped hunting some time back, (trapping as well), 'cause I shot a doe once and had to finish her off up close and saw another standing not too far off as if mourning. Had never teared for an animal before and it changed me.
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Greg 🙂

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Ani on 27-07-2012
Noctivagant
I don`t like the idea of killing a living thing for fun of it, when I mentioned hunter and prey, I was thinking more about the natures own fights in itself.
Fureya

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Man without a name (posted on: 16-07-12)
This is the first limerick, I tried to write. Knowing very little about limericks, I am not sure if this fits the definition or not.

Although his whereabouts were bleak, he was considered to be from Leek. He didn`talk much. Not a joke or such. When he left, memories behind were weak.
Archived comments for Man without a name
niece on 16-07-2012
Man without a name
A good first attempt, Ani...:)

Regds,
niece

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Texasgreg on 16-07-2012
Man without a name
You just doubled your words!
I'm playing with you Fureya.
I agree with Tony. Take risks, and most importantly, enjoy the moment. Personally, I like your "sunny" disposition as it permeates all that you do.

Good Job!
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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg, I am flattered with your positive comments. Be careful i can get used to this.(LOL)
Fureya


Tabi (posted on: 13-07-12)
A little contibution to the 18th July challenge

centipede on the line gently swaying under the sun socks out from the wash
Archived comments for Tabi
Andrea on 14-07-2012
Tabi
Lovely! But why don't you actually post it on the challenge?

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Texasgreg on 14-07-2012
Tabi
Hope he doesn't get into the socks! LOL.



Another short cutie as expected.

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Greg 🙂

P.S. Gotta have an appropriate signature if you're gonna be featured. You like?

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amman on 15-07-2012
Tabi
Very clever. Like it.
Regards.

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Bare garden (posted on: 09-07-12)
I used to drive by an empty old house on my way to work, every time different thoughts were flooding into my mind and at the end this poem came out.

Rampant growth of weeds, almost a wild meadow in the neglected yard, an old tire swing still waiting for the laughter to return day in day out, not a single soul touches the warped garden latch. Buzz of the bumble bees Like a lamentation to the old house behind the yard, a faded blue euphoria...
Archived comments for Bare garden
Texasgreg on 09-07-2012
Bare garden

Fureya, I noticed that it ended without an absolute ending. Hope of resurrection? That's the way I took it and would like to see it. Getting used to your fragmented way of description and coming to appreciate it. Allows me to paint in my mind since I'm not spoon-fed.
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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
I am not sure why but when it comes writing I am a scrooge, so I end up with short fragmented descriptions. Somehow it seems to work.
Fureya

Andrea on 09-07-2012
Bare garden
Conjures up a really vivid picture. A hot and sunny day (could do with some of those here)

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea, it is encouraging to have positive comments.
Fureya

niece on 10-07-2012
Bare garden
A beautiful word picture, Fureya...loved it 🙂

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks niece.
Fureya

jay12 on 12-07-2012
Bare garden
Mind picture painting at its best! A lovely poem. Made me dream of summer... oh wait it is summer. (Coulda fooled me!)

"Like a lamentation to the old house behind the yard,
a faded blue euphoria... then it rained again in England!"

🙂

Author's Reply:
Thank you for the smile you put on my face.
Fureya


Night time (posted on: 06-07-12)


The clock is ticking, it is way after midnight. You are in between slumbers and awareness; purgatory. Darkest thoughts unleashed. While the light breeze from the open window giving you goose bumps Mercy of sleep what you are praying for.
Archived comments for Night time
Texasgreg on 07-07-2012
Night time
Fureya,

Aye! You been watching me sleep? LOL, I'm sure we can all appreciate the feelings you express. Me...I've been a terrible insomniac past few months. I pray for sleep the way one prays for rain.
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Greg 🙂

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Ani on 08-07-2012
Night time
Don`t try to count the sheep, does not work.

Free Basic Smileys

Fureya

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haiku (posted on: 06-07-12)
just another haiku

Under blue skies many thousand different lives Mine a red balloon
Archived comments for haiku
LS on 06-07-2012
haiku
very nice 🙂

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it.
Fureya

ChairmanWow on 06-07-2012
haiku
Last line the visual surprise as it is supposed to be. Nicely done.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ralph. Although I liked my last line, I was not sure how it will be for others. Good to have positive reactions.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 07-07-2012
haiku
Fureya,

So you're the red balloon I saw. Just gotta be different, eh? LOL. I echo Ralph's comment.

Good stuff!

Greg 🙂
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Edit in reply: Hehe...

Author's Reply:
Greg, now I know the culprit who popped me. LOL.
Fureya

niece on 12-07-2012
haiku
Beautiful imagery, Fureya...a red balloon in a blue sky would look very beautiful indeed 🙂

Regds,
niece

PS :- It's too sweet a haiku to go without a name...

Author's Reply:
Thanks niece. For me haiku is always without a name, cause the depth of a haiku lies in its short nature and forcing a name spoils its magic.
Fureya

jay12 on 12-07-2012
haiku
Nice! The trouble with Haiku's is that most of the comments in reply are longer than the actual piece..... <--- see!

Nice work!

Jay.

Author's Reply:
Absolutely right Jay. Thanks
Fureya


Worth (posted on: 29-06-12)
New challenge for the 27th June Worth

Ninety four people in thirty nine households, Counted at the last census. Obviously hard to complain about crowds Any day, every day, you can walk, run, even crawl the entire town, still left with time to be bored. Worth in Worth County, Missouri Definitely worth to talk.
Archived comments for Worth
Andrea on 29-06-2012
Worth
Hi Ani, why didn't you post this on the Weekly Challenge forum? --> Weekly Challenge Forum - it's pretty good, you might have won!

Author's Reply:
My intention was that but I keep forgetting about Monday and Friday rule and when I submitted it on 26th, I remembered that but it was too late.

Fureya

Texasgreg on 01-07-2012
Worth
Aye! Grew up in a County of 3,500 people in Iowa,
(443.58 sq mi (1,149 km²) ). Moved to Omaha, Nebraska and attended a high-school with approximately the same population.

Good stuff!
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Greg 🙂

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Hello (posted on: 29-06-12)
My friend Yasemin is five months pregnant, today she had a ultrasound scan and learned that she is going to have a daughter. I am sharing her joy with my poem.

A very cold feeling, followed by the slight pressure. As the probe moves slowly, an image appears on the screen. In the pool of amniotic fluid, lies the perfect miracle of life. Transformed from a mere cellular cluster to a tiny human. Hey presto, fireworks all around the room. A symphony in your ears, first hello to your daughter, your aurora...
Archived comments for Hello
niece on 29-06-2012
Hello
Perfect miracle of life it is, Ani...beautifully described !!!

Regds,
niece

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Texasgreg on 29-06-2012
Hello
Fureya,

You did mom proud. Beaut.
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Greg 🙂

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Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg,

Fureya

Andrea on 29-06-2012
Hello
Lovely, and congrats to your friend!

Author's Reply:
Thanks both from me and my friend.
Fureya

stormwolf on 30-06-2012
Hello
Lovely!
I am expecting my 3rd grandchild this December. They just had this amazing experience and you captured it well.
Alison x

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Memento Mori (posted on: 25-06-12)
Mum had tiny strokes in her brain which left her with short term memory loss, from that day on I had lost my mum.

Hard to believe that she is the same person The witty woman: full of joy and laughter The magician with the oil colours, locking lives into portraits. The soothing piano tunes permeating around the house. The luscious apple cinnamon cake which I can still smell. Now, she looks lost in the sick bed, oxygen pipe hanging from her nose. She is so fragile and helpless. No more music on her fingertips, only airtight memories My beloved mum, a shadow I am holding onto That is the most heart rending bit.
Archived comments for Memento Mori
amman on 25-06-2012
Memento Mori
Hello Ani. This is very sad. The last two lines say it all.
Nicely done.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.
Fureya

franciman on 25-06-2012
Memento Mori
Hi Ani,

Wonderfully crafted; which is much, much harder when the subject is so personal. The final two lines are tremendous, though I detect a note of self-flagellation which l am certain you don't deserve.
Beautiful verse.

cheers,
Jim


Author's Reply:
Thanks Jim, sometimes writing about a very personal subject is an easy way of sharing the deepest thoughts and feelings than talking to a friend.
Fureya

niece on 26-06-2012
Memento Mori
Beautiful but sad, Ani...what more can I say!!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks niece.
Fureya

ChairmanWow on 26-06-2012
Memento Mori
It is unfair when a stroke takes away the vibrancy of a close person in your life. Your verse brings this reality to life. Something many of us will have to face.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Very true Ralph, unfortunately these things are more common than we can imagine.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 26-06-2012
Memento Mori
Fureya,
Here's a link to royrodel's stroke. Shared experiences sometimes help as you're aware you do not suffer alone.
https://ukauthors.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&thold=-1&mode=flat&order=0&sid=22874#179871
Aye, memories linger in the air at these times like a precarious bubble you feel will pop if you but breathe too deeply. I pray for your comfort.
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Greg 🙂


Author's Reply:
Thank you for including me into your prayers Greg. I checked the link, it is a very sad but beautifully written poem. .
Fureya

CVaughan on 28-06-2012
Memento Mori

Sad and perhaps consoling to share such a crisis. Cathartic perhaps - sympathy to you Fureya.
Frank

Author's Reply:
Thanks Frank.
Fureya


Haiku (posted on: 25-06-12)
Attribute to S u n k e n

Lost in debts of mind Vocabulary closet raid Sunken but not drowned
Archived comments for Haiku
niece on 25-06-2012
Haiku
Lovely, Ani...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks niece, It is nice to see others enjoy reading.
Fureya

Texasgreg on 25-06-2012
Haiku
Fureya, you have sunken to new heights, LOL.
Sure you'll have 'em blushing, which I'd be more than glad to pay and see.
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Greg 🙂

Author's Reply:
I am not sure about making them blush, I just like playing with words.

Fureya

Andrea on 26-06-2012
Haiku
Hahaha, lovely - wait 'til he sees this 🙂

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sunken on 27-06-2012
Haiku
Forgive me, Ani. I only just saw this. Ya know, given that I'm so low profile these days, like that of a tyre on a high performance car, then I do see this as a great honour. I've gone both warm and fuzzy. Don't worry, I shall shave later. I suspect that my giving this a Bernard will be frowned upon. They'll say, who does he think he is? Giving a Bernard to a poem attributed to himself? Well they can swivel, like that of a chair. It's very well written and made me smile. So a Bernard it is getting. Thank you, Ani. Long may you stay afloat on an ocean full of ink. That made sense in my head. I swear it did.

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Author's Reply:
Your welcome my friend. I am glad you liked it. Writing is a joy but also seing others enjoying what they read is even better.
Fureya


Homage (posted on: 22-06-12)
Free verse

Chateau Rouge, key point for your journey. After so many years, back in Paris, walking as if in a trance. Off the street market, the two butchers . Same horrid smells as before catch your nose. Another left turn, you reach the park. Down the road, `apotheke' sign hanging at the corner, lies Rue Cave; a place full of memories. Since Catherine has gone there isn`t anyone whom you can ring their bell anymore. You just stand in the middle of the road for a last goodbye. An homage to death of a friend. Utterly lost in thoughts, a sudden warm breeze brings you back in time. You begin to walk again feeling hungry...
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Texasgreg on 24-06-2012
Homage
Aye, as they say, You can never go home. Principle of change states that all things change. It's even harder to accept when it's on the footfall of loss. The sense of looking through beveled glass comes through to me.
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Greg 🙂

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niece on 26-06-2012
Homage
Life goes on...so beautifully put, Ani...lovely...

Regds,
niece

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Time (posted on: 22-06-12)
Haiku

Day, night, whenever,whereever Well kept, saved, spared or wasted time, endless story
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Andrea on 24-06-2012
Time
Nice.

(slight typo - 'whereever')

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Texasgreg on 24-06-2012
Time
You on a roll, Ani?
LOL, I'd like to observe that time does indeed March on, so says my friend April. It May even run rampant, observes June, unless July,(you lie).
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Greg 🙂

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Ani on 24-06-2012
Time
I am glad that it gave way to such a humorous comment.
Fureya

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niece on 25-06-2012
Time
Very nice, Ani...sounds so sooo much better than "Time and tide waits for no man"...

Regds,
niece

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Ani on 26-06-2012
Time
Thanks, even being compared with Chaucer is a privilege.
Fureya

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Sulking (posted on: 22-06-12)
Short poem

Today it smells sorrow in the air. The glitter of the season seems less bright, even dull. Grey clouds hanging in the sky, ends the day before it begins. No need to resist the urge of sulking. Just snuggle on the sofa. Sip your hot chocolate.
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Andrea on 23-06-2012
Sulking
I know, but one doesn't really want to spend all summer snuggling up on sofas sipping hot chocolate as well as the winters! Some sun would be nice...

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stormwolf on 23-06-2012
Sulking
Hello there

Welcome to UKA! 😉

Nice intro to your work. A short poem that many can identify with.

A few minor things...(I am guessing English is not your first language)

The first line not quite right. When you mention 'glitters' of the season, I imagine the festive season, if it's not, then maybe a different word?



Today, there is sorrow in the air.

The glitter of the season seems less bright,

even dull.

Grey clouds hanging in the sky,

ends the day before it begins.

No need to resist the urge of sulking.

just snuggle on the sofa.

sip your hot chocolate.



I just made some very minor changes in layout and punctuation to see what you think;-)

Just a suggestion of course offered with good intention.

Alison x



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Ani on 23-06-2012
Sulking
Hi Alison, you are right, English is not my mother tongue. I liked your suggestions and I will change the layout but I am intending to stick my first line. Thank you for your help.

Fureya

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Texasgreg on 23-06-2012
Sulking
Sorrow hangs in the air today?
Sorrow lingers in the air today?
I can smell sorrow in the air today?
I smell sorrow in the air today?
Today, I smell the scent of sorrow?

Offering what limited assistance I can. Though English is my first language, some would disagree, LOL.

My heartiest welcome to UKA! It's my sincere hope you linger with a light heart. 😉
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Texasgreg 🙂


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Ani on 23-06-2012
Sulking
I really enjoy reading different ideas around my lines, it is a good way of brain storming. Thanks Texasgreg, I think I will hang out, Since editred community closed, this is the first place I find again the joy of sharing.

Fureya

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Rabelais on 23-06-2012
Sulking
For sure it is a very adequate poem for this month. The weather being diabolical. Well done.

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sunken on 24-06-2012
Sulking
Don't worry, Ani, I hear we're in for a great summer next year. Didn't they say that last year? I'm quietly confident that summer will make a welcome return within the next few days. I cannot divulge where my information comes from but I can reveal that I have been working on a rather elaborate sun-dance. It simply can't fail. And now, if you don't mind, I've a foxtrot to practice. Neat poem by the way. Welcome to planet Uka.

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Love your wishful thinking, thanks for your comments.

Fureya

Weefatfella on 24-06-2012
Sulking
Contrary to popular opinion chocolate does solve all.


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Sadness (posted on: 18-06-12)
haiku

small, red teddy bear hanging over rails, fading another road kill
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Romany on 18-06-2012
Sadness
I thought at first that this was literally about a teddy lost at the roadside, abandoned and forgotten, until it came to me that perhaps the teddy was left as a token in memory of someone killed on that stretch of the road, in keeping with your 'roadkill' line. Both are sad images, but the latter immeasurably more so. Clever work.

Romany.

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niece on 19-06-2012
Sadness
So much is expressed in those three lines...very nice...

Regds,
niece

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Ionicus on 19-06-2012
Sadness
Many traditionalists maintain that haiku ought to be nature poems. I don't subscribe to that notion and appreciate the quality that can be achieved in three lines and 17 syllables on any topic. This is an exquisite example of the form.

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Andrea on 19-06-2012
Sadness
Very nicely done, Ani - and welcome to UKA!

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Texasgreg on 20-06-2012
Sadness
Aye, what they said, LOL.

Read lots of haiku, but never tried it.

It does seem more difficult as the wordage restraints force the most critical thought.



Welcome to UKA! Photobucket.



Texasgreg 🙂

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Ani on 20-06-2012
Sadness
Thanks for the comment. Despite the limitations, being able to tell some many things with just 3 phrases is the joy of it.

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