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Riding out with Alice (posted on: 15-12-14) Happy Christmas to all 🙂 When I was a little girl, no bigger than I should be, I would ride with Alice. She had that horse woman's slope and chain smoked cigarettes, I felt such a big girl just riding out with Alice. I was just a small girl on a pony riding beside Alice on her horse, 'she hated children' brought me puzzles with pieces missing whenever I was ill. When I was a little girl I would ride out with Alice, my pony farting in the winter wind and too many oats We would pause by the stile as Alice lit another fag and Fred who humped any bitch in the neighbourhood would journey with us a carriage dog of ancestry and the morals of them all. When I was a little girl no bigger than I should be I would ride with Alice in plumes of smoke stopping by the old stile. Archived comments for Riding out with Alice Andrea on 15-12-2014 Riding out with Alice Loved it (although I don't think you need quotes around 'fag', and I don't think stile needs a capital :)) Just my thoughts 🙂 Author's Reply: Thanks Andrea, you are probably right, the capital for stile was a mistake actually - I'm a lazy writer lol - because I write on non English sites, they seem to expect quotations but - I should have removed for this, thanks for that 🙂 x Ionicus on 16-12-2014 Riding out with Alice It must have been the ultimate in masochism riding out with somebody who hated children and bought them puzzles with pieces missing. But strangely enough the girl seems to relish the feeling of being "such a big girl just riding out with Alice". An enjoyable read Emma. You should visit more often. Luigi Author's Reply: Thank you Luigi, I wish I could visit more as I have missed being here but alas, time constraints etc make it less possible, so lovely to dip a toe in and read all the wonderful writers here - thank you to you and Andrea for making me feel welcome Emma x Slovitt on 18-12-2014 Riding out with Alice emerald: odd, interesting, a poem on its own terms. a lot of easy confidence in the writing. a lot learned since you frequented, smartly, these sites 10 years ago. like the voice, the intelligence, the weariness, the easy irony, the boldness in the structure of your poem. swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 24-12-2014 Riding out with Alice Thank you Swep, I did learn a lot here thanks to many kind people - not sure I always took their advice but I have been grateful to so many here Emma x Author's Reply: |
| Stephan Grappelli (posted on: 30-06-14) I remember seeing Stephan Grappelli, we bought tickets, they were good seats too. You held my hand, we were in love, you said you were and I believed. It seems so long ago, perhaps it is I still have the program with his autograph I just don't listen to him anymore, it made me sad when I heard he'd died. I took you to the ballet but I could tell that you were bored, I stored up memories of racing down drafty corridors the orchestra playing, you scored bars. So here it is, a winter night, sorting through, all the programs. One night at the opera, one rainy afternoon at a matinee, the band playing in the park, sweet love Memories and pictures a moment lost, I went to church today to play the organ, it had pipes and bellows and all I heard were echoes of Stephan Grappelli in concert. Archived comments for Stephan Grappelli Nemo on 23-08-2014 Stephan Grappelli Just stumbled across your work, by chance. Glad I did. May pop in again. I like the French connection. There's often one in my poems, too. Nemp Author's Reply: Thank you Nemo, I have only just seen your comment - I used to have a lot of french in my poems due to having lived in France as a child and later on - and being partly french as well - I will try and find your poems to read, thank you Emma x |
| Les Parapluies de Cherbourg (posted on: 01-10-12) "Have you seen the film" he asks and it is raining of course as we walk and share popcorn, he has chocolat and I have an espresso, I'm glad I wore boots. We park the car, no need to lower the hood, he spots a car I put my hand in his and reply; Cherbourg is famous for umbrellas and the Titanic and we share huître and moules, a carafe of rosé I don't like bulot despite another fête to them. "Have you seen the film" he asks, we curl up my body is triangular but we fit and he does sublime things; I promise I will buy an umbrella from Cherbourg Archived comments for Les Parapluies de Cherbourg franciman on 01-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Hi Emma, Votre poesy est trop, trop chic! So atmospheric - Loved it a bientot, Jim Author's Reply: Merci, I am so relieved you liked as I have not posted for a long long time. Emerald x Andrea on 01-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Lovely! And great to see you posting again. Author's Reply: Thank you Andrea, have missed you all, where is Sunken these days - a long time since i posted as not much time these days Emerald x Weefatfella on 02-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg 
oh là là Geneviève..... Absolutely. I loved the aside here....I'm glad I wore boots. Great write. thanks for sharing. Weefatfella. Author's Reply: Thank you Wheefatfella Thank you for taking the time to read and to comment Emerald 🙂 CVaughan on 03-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Known for sea food too eh. Not familiar with those either but your enthusiasm registers in this short morceau, it's catching ne c'est pas. Frank Author's Reply: Merci CVaughan Very known for seafood - you must try sometime 🙂 thank you for reading and commenting, much appreciated Emerald 🙂 Andrea on 03-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Sunken will be back soon - a short sabbatical 🙂 Author's Reply: thats good, I always enjoy his writing and just general good humour - trouble with being away for so long, so many people you did know have moved on and there are so many new ones. Thanks 🙂 Ionicus on 04-10-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Welcome back, Emerald. A quirky little poem no doubt inspired by the eponymous film. I enjoyed the gastronomic intimacy: "and we share huître and moules, a carafe of rosé" but I was baffled by the last of these lines: "We park the car, no need to lower the hood, he spots a car" Apart from my confusion, a good read. Luigi x Author's Reply: lol Thank you Luigi, I am definitely mistress of confusion at times - basically it was convertible and it was raining and he likes cars lol! Hope that explains - and yes it came from a discussion about the film and the fact we drove down to Cherbourg for a meal lol. Thank you very much Emerald x amman on 08-11-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Hi Emerald. Just came across your poem and pleased that I did. Love the spareness and romanticism of the Gallic location. A gastronomic treat indeed. Regards. Author's Reply: Sooz on 08-11-2012 Les Parapluies de Cherbourg Tres romantic... beautiful Author's Reply: |
| Coco et Marcel (posted on: 02-08-10) * He called her Coco because she made him laugh, she called him Marcel because he was always pale with dark dancing eyes and he stopped at stalls to buy her the cheap wilted flowers, that she'd try to revive later – in a basin where he shaved. He sang for her, sliced pieces of his heart and when they drew apart he'd blow circles and wish that she would stay. She bought him colour, patches of quilt to keep him warm, bloomed in his arms and tucked a flower in the brim of her hat. He called her Coco because she made him laugh she called him Marcel because he was always pale with dark, dancing eyes, He walks in the rain because it's summer again watches girls who wear hats and stop at the stalls buying nick nacks and tat, the occasional flower. Coco is older he knows in his heart but for him she'll be laughing, a flower in the brim while he watches her glittering with his dark, dancing eyes. Archived comments for Coco et Marcel pombal on 02-08-2010 Coco et Marcel lovely emerald 🙂 Author's Reply: pdemitchell on 07-08-2010 Coco et Marcel Hi Emerald - missed this gem. A wonderful mime-clown-metaphor thread... ver' ver' entertainin' Mitch Author's Reply: sunken on 09-08-2010 Coco et Marcel Whoops! Sorry I missed this earlier, Em. I hadn't realised you'd posted two. It's lucky you didn't post three. I'd have had to use the old adage of you being like a bus - None for a while and then three all at once. Likening ladies to busses is to be avoided at all costs. Have I mentioned the poem yet? I prevaricate - therefore I'm sunk. You've lost none of your style and flair. This is certainly a poem that the nibbers missed out on. I know a smelly Bernard won't really help put things right, but he's all I have. Good to see you back, Em. s u n k e n  Author's Reply: |
| The Kindest Eyes (posted on: 02-08-10) * The kindest Eyes I For you have the kindest eyes, the kindest eyes to sooth my soul Yours are the tenderest eyes as most tenderly they wash and ease away my pain. Yes you have the kindest eyes, the warmest gaze on this the coldest of winter days. Your eyes stare into mine for I have the saddest of eyes, Yes I have the saddest eyes as yours melt away my tears. II For I did see the brighest eyes the whitest lies, the brightest eyes and I have felt the warmest touch that warmed and warned me far too much Your love is light but heavy heart such heavy heart as our lips part so lost within, as brightest eyes begin to dim and whisper lies as softly, slowly, so I die. and so I die for the sweetest lie the sweetest lie from the dying eye the spark so bright, so bright and light to hold me through the coldest night and in my hands I hold your heart to keep with me and never part For I once saw the brightest eyes and heard the softest whitest lies. Archived comments for The Kindest Eyes discopants on 03-08-2010 The Kindest Eyes Nice to see you posting again. Interesting poem which will probably take a couple more reads for me to get everything out of it. My initial thoughts are that the form of the poem works well and I particularly like the way the last couple of lines refers us back to earlier references. Author's Reply: sunken on 04-08-2010 The Kindest Eyes Hello Ms. Emerald. It's good to see you posting again at planet Uka. It's also good to see that you've lost none of your writing skills. This speeds along like a... a speedy thing, say a train. Ahem. Yeah, I'm still crap at commenting. Nice work indeed. s u n k e n Author's Reply: pdemitchell on 05-08-2010 The Kindest Eyes Hi. Defitinite a cyclic eyes of a piece and quite hypnotic-myopic in a most charming way. Accomplished! Ah, the most dangerous of white lies come in the answer to 'does my bum look big in this...' Well done. Mitch 😛 Author's Reply: |
| Once in a While (posted on: 04-07-08) fun 🙂 I meet Yoshi, who is holding a bottle of soon to be gut rot because, Yoshi is 7ft tall and has legs which are hollow. We're late, of course but why let habits of a lifetime let us down now? In the apartment, which is frightfully chic and all that, we throw caution and cushions to the floor and just hang out. By midnight we are all well away, reminisces, warnings and a few rather salacious comments but we know each other so well we can afford to be indiscreet. These are my friends, I do not see them as often as I would like. They came to cheer me on at my first concert and supported me when I left husband # 2. We know each other inside out, or rather they think they do, I prefer a little ambiguity, so in the morning while they feel dyspepsic, I'll disappear into obscurity and call them, once in a while. Archived comments for Once in a While Sunken on 04-07-2008 Once in a While Hello again Ms. Em. My fave line in this has to be the one about throwing caution and cushions to the floor. Made me smile, and that has to be worth a smelly Bernard (sorry). s u n k e n
Author's Reply: Raindog on 05-07-2008 Once in a While fine work- don't 'disappear into obscurity' for too long. Author's Reply: |
| The Accordion (posted on: 04-07-08) La Vie en Rose Down narrow streets he plays, La Vie en Rose on the accordion to lovers who cannot disguise their tears and broken hearts. They sit at tables staring into wine, waiting for a word, a sign, a single sip or gentle draft to blow away the atmosphere. Le garçon watches with his jaded eye, he's seen it all before, a tiff, two lovers set adrift in a city of romance where words fall so cheap and false as daydreams are broken and tablecloths stained to the strains of La Vie en Rose. Archived comments for The Accordion pombal on 04-07-2008 The Accordion Lovely Emerald - I found a clip of Edith Piaf on utube and read your poem again ... Author's Reply: artisus on 04-07-2008 The Accordion Very well written Emma, lovely poem indeed. X Author's Reply: Sunken on 04-07-2008 The Accordion Hello Ms. Em. Love this. A great observational piece and no mistake. It's good to see you posting regularly again. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Raindog on 05-07-2008 The Accordion A very well crafted and atmospheric work. I especially liked the ending. Author's Reply: Leila on 13-07-2008 The Accordion Emerald a lovely flowing poem with a hint of melancholy, as others have said captures an atmosphere. I wondered if there was a reason for his jaded eyes...I wonder how 'jaded eyes' would work, also maybe remove the 'so' before cheap...just some thoughts on reading it and many congratulations on WOTM, I enjoyed your interview and your work over the years...L Author's Reply: Leila on 13-07-2008 The Accordion sorry Emerald to clarify...'his jaded eye' was my query...I posted AGAIN without checking mmm, I really must take more care...L Author's Reply: |
| At Peace (posted on: 26-05-08) written Autumn 07 It is nice to wake amongst a riot of colour, the wallpaper you designed with me in mind and the painted shutters depicting freedom, peace of mind, a soaring effervescent spirit. I take my bicycle, rusty now but it still works, a bone shaker that revives my soul and only a lavendar scented bath that will ease the ache in my knees and calves. Later I shall have to tackle the garden yet I am loathe so to do, in its unkempt state it is beautiful, wild, an oasis of untramelled thoughts - my thoughts I like the solitude, yet I do get lonely when winter comes, I shall hibernate in woolly socks and just the sheerest hint of lingerie that you like best. I hear the burr of my computer, my workhorse who connects me with the world that I at times prefer to forget. Lunch will be an occasion, casual not formal. Archived comments for At Peace discopants on 27-05-2008 At Peace It's good to see you subbing regularly at the moment, Emma. I've enjoyed reading your recent contributions- in this one, I like the juxtaposition of the rusty bicycle with the lavendar scented bath and of the woolly socks with the sheerest hint of lingerie! It's that balance between the sensual and strictly prosaic. Good one. dp Author's Reply: Thanks dp, I preferred this of the two poems I subbed a couple of weeks back now (sorry for late reply), glad you enjoyed and thanks for commenting 🙂 Emma x artisus on 27-05-2008 At Peace Yes, good to see you subbing regularly as discopants says, i liked this one a lot, especially the following very good lines: "I take my bicycle, rusty now but it still works, a bone shaker that revives my soul" Nic X Author's Reply: Thanks Nic, its good to sub again, although I'm still have problems with inspiration at present, glad you liked this one 🙂 Emma x littleditty on 27-05-2008 At Peace yep -ditto above, really good Emma -ditty x Author's Reply: Thanks ditty, really glad you liked 🙂 Emma x orangedream on 27-05-2008 At Peace I find myself identifying with each and every one of the stanzas here, Emma. A good poem. So good in fact, that I shall make it one of my 'faves'. Tina x:-) Author's Reply: Thanks a lot Tina, I so glad you liked this one - of the two I subbed, this was the one I preferred - thank you for making it a fave 🙂 Emma x |
| Axis (posted on: 26-05-08) I don't like the title of this so any suggestions, gratefully received 🙂 Love is in the azure sky the dreams and the sighs, in the borrowed mornings and the moments when we cry Love is the phantom flutter from the gutter of goodbye, in the farewell whisper and the careful tread of feet as we walk, so soft away. It's the heat and symmetry of two bodies as they sway, the mother's touch of fingertip as we press a gentle finger just to linger on a kiss. Its in the blackness of the night which entangles in our hearts of the overwhelming thoughts brought on the swallows wing. It is forever and eternal, the ether and atmosphere, the axis that keeps us swirling, in the welling of the eye. The reminiscent scent that was lent for just a while. Archived comments for Axis Bradene on 26-05-2008 The borrowing I like this except for the first two lines, they seem contrived and a little cliched, swap those for something that fits the rest and you'll have a lovely wistful poem. Val x Author's Reply: Thanks Val for the input - to be honest, this isn't really a poem I would normally write - so I will take your suggestions and think about where to go with this poem. Again, many thanks! Emma x Sunken on 27-05-2008 The borrowing Hello Ms. Em. Another classy little write. I noticed a few lines that could be used as the title. 'Borrowed mornings' being just one. I actually quite like the title you have tho. Nice one Em. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Thanks Sunky, I find titles a tricky one, I can never make up my mind what a poem should be called - thanks for the suggestion 🙂 Emma x e-griff on 27-05-2008 The borrowing It's obvious (the title) .... 'Axis' 🙂 Author's Reply: Thanks e-griff, now why didn't I think of Axis 🙂 Emma x orangedream on 27-05-2008 The borrowing I really like this, Emma and I too think that the title is OK. If not 'The Borrowing' maybe 'The Borrowers'. Love the line:- 'as we press a gentle finger just to linger on a kiss..' Magic! Tinax:-) Author's Reply: Thanks Linda, I'm still puzzling on this poem, thanks for the suggestions Emma x artisus on 28-05-2008 The borrowing 'Borrowed Mornings' I agree with Val and with Tina, the first two lines seem a little cliched indeed, (but the third is excellent) and the linger on a kiss line is very very good. X Author's Reply: Thanks 🙂 I agree with you - I'm still not sure about this poem, I'm not confortable with the poem for some reason, Emma x red-dragon on 28-05-2008 The borrowing Hi Emma, I like the rhymes and half rhymes cleverly included. An enjoyable read. Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, I think possibly this a poem that may require a re-write at some point, there are bits I like but some I'm not too sure about 🙂 Emma x Munster on 29-05-2008 The borrowing Hi E, well written I would have to give some though with the title. Tony Author's Reply: Thanks Tony, I'm hopeless with titles, it takes me ages to think of one 🙂 Emma x |
| Unravelling (posted on: 23-05-08) . You would fall asleep one hand curled into the twist of my braid, the sweep of lash revealing bluish veined lids as angels breath sighed, vents from heaven. Those eyes that would stare still holding the mystery of aquatic sails at night and lips, pouting, pursed in remembered storms, winds not yet quieted. When you fell, the time it took to quell a dark and squally cloud whose cries ricochet as I bathed my lips in your first blood You took your thumb as in sleep it slid the trajectory of time and wonder, knots as tightly woven as my braid that in future would slowly be unravelled. Archived comments for Unravelling orangedream on 23-05-2008 Unravelling "... woven as my braid that in future would slowly be unravalled." It was so difficult to pick any few lines out of this little gem as special. A beautifully written poem that I could really identify with. Tina:-) Author's Reply: Thank you so much Tina 🙂 Wrote this a little while back now but lost it in the bowels of my computer, as I for some reason, thought I had called it something else - really glad you liked this as it did feel to me, something special Emma x Sunken on 23-05-2008 Unravelling Hello Ms. Em. As Ms. Orange has already pointed out, there are far too many great lines in this to pick out just one. This is the very reason that I'm glad you're subbing again. You are Class with a big 'C'. You'll just have to live with it. A very strong write and no mistake. s u n k e n she fell awkwardly in love whilst shopping for cheese Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken 🙂 It is nice to feel welcome again, I missed everyone here when I went into poetic limbo Emma x len on 23-05-2008 Unravelling Very poetic poem, Emma...The melancholy quality if this write is beautiful...len Author's Reply: Thanks Len, good to hear from you again 🙂 thanks for reading, really pleased you liked Emma x eddiesolo on 24-05-2008 Unravelling Lovely write Emma. Beautifully crafted, enjoyed very much. Si:-) Author's Reply: Thanks Si, so pleased you enjoyed 🙂 Good to hear from you again Emma x teifii on 24-05-2008 Unravelling Lovely poem, Emma. One day she will treasure it. Wonder why I'm so sure she's a girl. Daff Author's Reply: Thanks Daff 🙂 Funny you thought that, this was written with my youngest son very much in mind - but I can see how you would think it is a girl - after reading through again - I suppose it does have a feminine feel to it - thanks for the input 🙂 Emma x Munster on 25-05-2008 Unravelling Hi Emma, I am the new( oldish kid ) on the block, so only getting chance to read all these excellent pieces from all at UKA. this is a fabulous piece of work. Tony Author's Reply: Thanks very much Tony 🙂 I'm a bit of an intermittent poster these days - love this site but often take breathers for a while - I enjoy your work a lot - its great to sub again and catch with old and new members Emma x |
| Sarah Paints Pictures (posted on: 19-05-08) . She paints the most incredible pictures even though she's blind, each stroke lovingly brushed by her short, blunted fingers. Sarah creates out of darkness. She hears music at night, heightened senses more acute and alert, she listens as daily canvasses line against walls, it is perfume she smells in a turpentine room. Sarah gives a master class in visual arts, each darting swish of brushed pale grey, trails like vapour, we glimpse deft strokes images that Sarah transfers from her dreams. Archived comments for Sarah Paints Pictures barenib on 19-05-2008 Sarah Paints Pictures I like this, 'Sarah creates out of darkness' is a telling line and perhaps a lesson to those of us constantly tied to 'reality' by sight, which may in turn blunt our imagination. A good read, John. Author's Reply: Thanks John for the comment - to be honest I've always been a bit puzzled by this poem - Something I wrote that I've never been able to work out if it has any merit or not Emma x Sunken on 20-05-2008 Sarah Paints Pictures Blimey, that Mr. Nib makes me sick with his insightful commenting technique. How am I meant to follow that? I shall simply take his 'good read' and raise it one. That made sense in my head. Anyway, yes, smashing. Thank you. Ahem. s u n k e n commenting classes available - £12.56 an hour Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, I am glad this made sense to you - I have never been able to make up my mind about this poem Emma x artisus on 20-05-2008 Sarah Paints Pictures I agree with barenib, lovely and touching poem. Nic x Author's Reply: Thanks Nic, your comments mean a lot Emma x orangedream on 20-05-2008 Sarah Paints Pictures I can't add more to what has been said. A delightful poem, delightfully penned. Tina Author's Reply: Thanks Tina, glad you liked, thank you so much for reading Emma x pencilcase on 22-05-2008 Sarah Paints Pictures Hi - I like your poem...the opening stanza in particular, since it is paced very effectively and this pace (achieved by appropriate punctuation and language) offers what I find a pleasing, echoing near-rhyme of pictures/fingers. Cheers, Steve Author's Reply: Cheers Steve, big thanks for reading this poem. I wrote it a while back and to be honest - just was not sure about it. Thanks so much for the input Emma x ps - just realised I posted this as a separate comment - still getting used to pressing the reply button - apologies |
| Faithless Moon (posted on: 19-05-08) . Close in height we sit, legs crossed on blankets laid. Music, two glasses filled burning in my throat and eyes I watch shadows cavort in tee light charms, transforming us to light and shade. I lean back naked for you but I'm not watching stars play around the ceiling just feeling through the fog and mist of our inebriated silence. Its now you look at me and push away the ashtray as I unwind my legs to hook around and draw you in almost careless in our greed to knead and feed this force Outside feckless moon flirts on his reflected gaze and I'm lost in hazy interpretations as I cling and bring my lips to flatter as a smattering of stars play energetic games behind the back of moon. Archived comments for Faithless Moon Bradene on 19-05-2008 Faithless Moon Hi Emma I love this poem, just a little confused about *tee light* forgive my ignorance or did you mean *the* also beginning of third stanza, I think there should be an apostrophe in it's , apart from those silly niggles your poem is lovely, romantic, erotic and very evocative Val x Author's Reply: Thanks Val, and please do niggle - those apostrophes always do me in - usually if I write in Word they fix them for me but when I write from my writing journal then they start leaping about all over the place. A tee light are those little candles that you can put into lanterns as Ann says or in little holders. Thanks for reading Emma x red-dragon on 19-05-2008 Faithless Moon Hi Emma - your way with words weaves delicate images - I think I know what you mean by tee lights - we use them in paper lanterns - hope I'm right. Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, yes you're right - they're those little candles that you can put in holders etc, thanks for reading and commenting Emma x Sunken on 19-05-2008 Faithless Moon Ahem. Well if you were trying to get the reader all hot and bothered, Ms. Em, you bloomin well succeeded. This is very sensual and no mistake. I may need to return at a more convenient time of day (or night). Classy as ever, unlike the comment. s u n k e n she opted out of love and into his car Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, sorry for getting you hot and bothered lol I always enjoy your comments Emma x delph_ambi on 19-05-2008 Faithless Moon Beguiling poetry, with lovely hints of naughtiness. Enjoyable writing. Author's Reply: Thanks delph, really glad you enjoyed, hope it wasn't too naughty 🙂 Emma x Ionicus on 19-05-2008 Faithless Moon Naughty but nice. An enjoyable read. Well done on the nomination. Author's Reply: Thanks Ionicus, a bit naughty but hope you liked - I always feel a bit embarassed when something of mine is nominated - not sure that it deserves it - but it is a nice feeling that someone thought so Emma x artisus on 20-05-2008 Faithless Moon I liked your strong poem Emma Nic x Author's Reply: Hi Nic and thank you very much for your comment 🙂 Emma x Munster on 20-05-2008 Faithless Moon Hi Emma, this was a very good read. Author's Reply: Thanks Munster, glad you enjoyed, thanks for the comment Emma x |
| Calliope tunes (posted on: 09-05-08) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She can hear calliope music its jarring notes whistling and the smell of burnt sugar that makes her feel slightly sick. ''It's the Circus'' she says to herself and watches rain splash the pane She remembers being excited the first time she saw elephants and the clown who made her scream as he threw buckets of torn tissue into the stalls where they sat. She held Papa's hand so tight That she slipped from the sweat losing him in the barrelling crowds, a stampede of eager hoards doped on hallucinatory tunes and addictive candy that popped in mouths. In her childhood imagination Papa was the clown and Mamma spun on ropes as honky tonk tunes trilled and thrilled the audience. A garish clothed fool with rubber lips and a nose that parped like a horn found her and took her back to her seat safe between Papa and Mamma They watched a Cowboy and Indian show That galloped in a frenzy around, sawdust flying in choking dust the whoops and calls deafening. She was sick on the way home a head pounding in pain from the strain of that damn calliope music. ''I don't like the Circus'' she murmurs, ''besides, its not fun when it rains.'' Archived comments for Calliope tunes Romany on 09-05-2008 Calliope tunes I don't know why no one has commented on this poem. I hop[e you get more comments. What struck me about this was the very real way you give us the circus and the imagination through the child's eyes. The colours, the action, the placing of her parents in the seemingly exciting roles of the circus performers; then you balance this neatly out with the sickness on the way home (how many of us have been there with our own kids?) and the pounding headache. Over excitement? Probably. Or the realisation that the circus is not as much 'fun' as all the garish colours and clownish behaviour at first presents. Or maybe that's something that comes to us as we get older. No. On reflection, I don't think it is. Romany. Author's Reply: Thank you Romany, sorry for the late reply as I've had pc problems. I think the title of this poem probably put people off. I'm not very good with titles at all. I'm really pleased you like this - I think it was a combination of having once taken my sons to the circus and probably a childhood memory of thinking how wonderful it would be to be in a circus 🙂 Emma x Sunken on 10-05-2008 Calliope tunes Same here. Em writes some top notch stuff. I'd have commented earlier if I hadn't been having pc probs. Honest. I always detect a kind of sadness about your subs, even when you're writing about clowns. It's another Bernard from me. He really likes ya. You may have to throw him out if he gets excitable. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, we seem to have hit the same pc problems - a lightening strike here wiped out my connection for a couple of days, then it was on a go slow thanks to all the junk my sons download lol. I don't know why I write sad stuff - for some reason I feel more creative in that then in the humourous poetry, yet I love humour in poetry - just can't do it though! A big thanks to Bernard - I'll have to show my irish setter Milo! Emma x littleditty on 10-05-2008 Calliope tunes Top notch brillo poem - i agree with bernard, great storytelling xxldx Author's Reply: Thanks littleditty, really glad you liked Emma x |
| The Bus Stop (posted on: 09-05-08) A little bit of role playing They meet on buses where she pretends she doesn't know him. He'll drop his ticket then ask if its hers; looking in her purse she'll shake her head but they'll start to talk anyhow. He'll sit close beside their legs just touching she'll feel his warmth and every time this happens love just starts to burgeon. It keeps them alive, the thrill and that sense of the unexpected of meeting, greeting a brand new romance. When they alight he'll walk her home express surprise and then afterwards its no surprise until the next time they meet on the bus. Archived comments for The Bus Stop orangedream on 09-05-2008 The Bus Stop A marvellous little piece, this one. A fine and astute observation on life. Well-penned and well enjoyed. Tina x Author's Reply: Thanks Tina, I had fun writing this one, feel its a bit jilted in places but its meant to be light Emma x Munster on 09-05-2008 The Bus Stop Hi, interesting read, one of life's fleeting moments. Author's Reply: Thanks Munster, one of those silly moments in life 🙂 Emma x Sunken on 10-05-2008 The Bus Stop I love moments like this. It's why I use the buses. You just never know. I must unplug myself from my ipod though. They have a habit of making you appear insular. I blame a lack of confidence and too much ketchup as a child. A top read, in my sunky opinion. You'll just have to suffer a Bernard I'm afraid. s u n k e n
Just humour me, Em. I don't know what it's all about either. Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, those ipods do make one appear in our own little worlds - what I hate most, is when you bump into a friend and they start talking to you while plugged in! With me, it was the red and blue smarties lol Emma x BaBy_PoeT on 10-05-2008 The Bus Stop awww what a moment... does this actually happen in reality i never seem to bump into anyone special on the bus. maybe i should start traveling on your buses lol enjoyed your post a lot. sounded cheesy lol take care xXx-B-P-xXx Author's Reply: Thanks Baby Poet, I think some people like to keep an edge to a relationship - you never know what the couple sitting across from you are up to! 🙂 Emma x |
| Laughing in the wind (posted on: 02-05-08) Please forgive the format - I'm tired and if I don't post this now, I won't We made a lot of promises that summer but we didn't keep one of them Your finger against my lips as eyes widened I saw you and the deepest cavity opened. ''We'll always be together'' you said and I think I knew then that we wouldn't. I couldn't really see past the present of this, so I agreed and laughed, watching the wind blow your hair in every direction but the direction that you wanted it to go. ''We'll buy a yacht and sail away'' I said but the truth is, I always felt seasick and the horizons you saw were quite different from the ones I imagined. We made a pesta sauce in the tiny little square of a kitchen, where you blocked all the cupboards and I had to duck under your arms to find the ingredients. I've lost the taste for pine nuts and when I drizzle the olive oil I see the slow fat tear and I realise how futile it is to ever make a promise. ''Do you miss me?'' I ask myself and the beach wind laughs as it plays with my hair. ''I miss the us of us'' but that's about all. Archived comments for Laughing in the wind red-dragon on 02-05-2008 Laughing in the wind Good to see you posting again Emma. You know I always enjoy your poems as there is always a tantalising enigma. Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, lol someone called me criptic recently which bemused me as I have never mastered crosswords, although I do try - I'm not writing much, or at least not a lot I am happy with - but I've missed the imput recently so plucked up the courage to post come what may lol Emma x littleditty on 02-05-2008 Laughing in the wind yep, like how you told this - like very much how you end the poem, wrote one similar - (wondered if you meant pesto or pasta, typo?) enjoyed to read this, thanks Emma, ditty xx Author's Reply: thanks ditty, pesto lol - although it is spelt pesta as well - love the stuff and so food dominates my poetry 🙂 Emma x Munster on 03-05-2008 Laughing in the wind Hi, really enjoyed your poem. Pesto/Pasta love them both. Making promises we cannot keep, (guilty).. Author's Reply: Thanks munster, glad you could understand this - think its somethign a lot of people of guilty of - certain promises are a toughie! Emma x orangedream on 03-05-2008 Laughing in the wind "I miss the us of us". Quite THE perfect line. I really loved this poem, Emerald - written in such an innocent and totally honest style which fits the words perfectly. Tina Author's Reply: Thank you so much Tina - I love dipping into the writing on this site - have been wanting to participate for a while but have been in a slight hiatus, lull, not sure - so glad you liked Emma x Sunken on 04-05-2008 Laughing in the wind Lovely to see you back, Ms. Em. You are a touch of class and no mistake. s u n k e n it's not me, it's the bisto talkin' Author's Reply: Thank you Mr Sunken! Its so good to see you and I hope that you are well - thank you for the encouragement, much needed - I feel a bit fifteenish again lol Emma x Sunken on 04-05-2008 Laughing in the wind Have you checked your pm's Ms. Em? s u n k s somewhere over the lay by Author's Reply: Romany on 07-05-2008 Laughing in the wind These lines just about sum this up: “I miss the us of us†but that’s about all. I think most of us could probably identify with this to some extent. Romany. Author's Reply: Thanks Romany - its funny but when I wrote this I was thinking about so much that has happened and that I don't regret, would do differently perhaps - but its who and what we are lol Emma x |
| Cold Hell of Morning (posted on: 13-07-07) well its true, but a bit blunt 🙠We clash lips at dawn and recoiling from the fumes of last nights red wine and cigarettes that stain our teeth and minds. You amble a shambles to the cruel light of dawn, feet touching cold lino to watch a kettle so slow to boil. Last night we rolled up the carpets and took the first sips of decadence that would drown us in the morning. Until 'what the hell' accompanied by more clinks, chinks and theories expounded under the smoke of newly awakened, uninhibited wranglings. This grey light does nothing to the glow of last nights drunken orgies that left us aching with parched tongue and filtered awareness. I love you babe body odour and all We all stink in the first light but smell so sweet at night Archived comments for Cold Hell of Morning Kat on 13-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning Emma, really like this and that ending is brill! I like the humour and quirkiness that comes through and your lovely language use. Kat x Author's Reply: Romany on 13-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning Like it. Very real, and the last verse is excellent. Romany. Author's Reply: e-griff on 13-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning how true ... hope he showers after the coffee though 🙂 on the plain mechanicals: - there are a few missing apostrophes (last night's) - not sure if that was deliberate or not. - I think 'orgy' should be singular - I mean it was only last night referred to here, not many nights. and can two people have an orgy? - and finally: 'You amble a shambles to' was obscure to me - did you mean 'you amble, a shambles, to' (ie he is a shambles) and: 'to the cold light' - is he 'in' the cold light, or is he moving towards (to - as written) the cold light? where is the cold light. - see what I mean? Blimey! Sorry if this seems deeply picky (it is), but then .... small things only. 🙂 best, JohnG Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 14-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning I presume the slight oddities mentioned above are intentional, and you're simply recreating the confusion and bewilderment of this kind of situation...once common enough, but we all get older! Great atmosphere, and you catch that "sweet and sour" feeling brilliantly. Author's Reply: Sunken on 14-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning Hello Ms. Emmy. I'm glad this got a nib. The opening is pure class and it just continues all the way down the page. Top stuff. Well done Em. s u n k e n loosely based on an instruction manual to a 1987 Sony VCR Author's Reply: discopants on 15-07-2007 Cold Hell of Morning Loved it, paerticularly the first stanza 'We clash lips at dawn' makes it sound like a duel or warfare and then the last stanza- funny, blunt and true all at the same time. Author's Reply: |
| Sunrise Wine (posted on: 02-07-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's a little bit past 4.00 am and here I am again, coffee stains and food remains cluttered heart and dishes. The fabric feels so coarse and rough as muddled love become so tough and who'd believe I'd still be here It's 5.00 am as ruby glows in cut glass stem I haven't drunk I haven't fed the sheets are bare its cold out there and in my bed lay crushed rose petals, sprinkled when the stars still twinkled in night skies. It's 6.00 am, I count the ticks, my eyes are glazed so tired of tricks your early light has flickered out another night spent wasting time incautious love in sunrise wine. Archived comments for Sunrise Wine Romany on 02-07-2007 Sunrise Wine This is just wonderful, in my opinion! I love the mixing of phrases, the cluttered heart etc... Beautiful poetry, Romany. Author's Reply: barenib on 02-07-2007 Sunrise Wine Emerald, a nicely drawn picture of, I presume, a fling. The pace and rhyme move it along nicely, though I still get the sense of the sleepless hours passing, and the feeling of 'what am I doing here'. Well written - John. Author's Reply: Ionicus on 02-07-2007 Sunrise Wine A sweet nostalgic poem, Emma, nicely crafted. On the downside I have spotted a couple of typos: in the second line of the second stanza 'course' should read 'coarse' and 'its cold out there ' should have an apostrophe: 'it's'. I hope you don't mind me pointing them out. Luigi x Author's Reply: Thanks Luigi, of course I don't mind you pointing out typos - I put this poem on here because I've been in two minds about it - one of those poems that fell into existence a bit by surprise lol Emma x ps shall make the amendments and thanks for pointing out Gerry on 04-07-2007 Sunrise Wine Emma--another nice deep one... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: |
| Invisible Lady (2) (posted on: 02-07-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Invisible Lady Disappears.' No headlines or a trail of broken hearts. She slides into the oak panelling where once she had emerged. A dusty glass lies half full with just swirls of once cloudy dreams. Her escort turns to chat, his whisky breath and foul eyes oblivious as he belches fumes that asphyxiate the soul. She never said goodbye, just slipped away. A few might remember when they lift the glass, its mark etched by the dust, until the waitress who should no better remembers to empty ashtrays and wipe away the dregs of last nights revelries. 'Invisible Lady Disappears' Like all the lost souls who come here night after night. Archived comments for Invisible Lady (2) Bootylicious on 02-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) just lovely - simple narrative that speaks for itself Rae Author's Reply: Sunken on 03-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) Ya know, the trouble with custard creams, they always leave a funny taste in the mouth. Luckily I have tea to hand and no mistake. I realise, Ms. Em, that this has little to do with your wonderful poem. I'm just worried that you will tire of me saying how classy your stuff is. Next week - Digestives and how they relate to dunking. I hope this helps (-: s u n k e n expressing a preference was her prerogative Author's Reply: littleditty on 03-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) This is a gem! wow - and you wanted 'no' not 'know' better...? Super poetry and as there seems to be a shortage of nibs around, i have imagined one - great read xxldx Author's Reply: discopants on 03-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) Greta writing- a mix of the ethereal and all too real. Author's Reply: delph_ambi on 03-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) I agree with all the above comments. This is beautiful writing. Author's Reply: Gerry on 04-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) Nice one Em--- Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 04-07-2007 Invisible Lady (2) Mm...all sorts of layers in this! Very visual, too...a short film accompaniment would go down well. In fact, this could easily be the jumping-off point for something much longer and even more mysterious. Maybe even a piece set over several time periods - there you are, you got my imagination going there! Author's Reply: |
| Dust Bowls (posted on: 29-06-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am wild inside, a breeze that whips across tranquility pools My limbs, yours to uncoil and reshape around your torso so that threshing we whip up dust bowls of desire and shower ourselves divest ourselves become just atoms floating on atmosphere my sphere open orbitting into a space for you to take each tracing mark of vapour I imbibe on us slaking need To such end my beast befriends and engorged we cheer and toast quaffing at the most delicious fayre a spread that makes this our banquet and sup my love please sup hearty and proud my devil incarnate who pierces me with gimlet eye and I, a ferocious fiery being placed within the circle of light and fights its way to victory. How immoderately we shall be and later spent, sated I'll take my fill again Archived comments for Dust Bowls orangedream on 30-06-2007 Dust Bowls How beautifully erotic this is! Love your choice of words. A little gem indeed. Tina 🙂 Author's Reply: Thanks Tina, I wrote this a couple of months back but was in two minds at posting - I'm relieved you liked it, many thanks Emma x Sunken on 01-07-2007 Dust Bowls Blimey, this is a steamy one Ms. Em. Written with your usual flair. Good to see you posting regularly again. s u n k e n we are so fragile Author's Reply: |
| Indian Summer (posted on: 29-06-07) I think I have my seasons muddled 🙂 He sighs and breathes autumn on her lips, late Indian summer still caressing smooth and softly tanned cheeks while she collects sour sloes that prick at conscience and land in corona bottles mixed with gin. He'll catch the falling apples discarding those with wasp stings and gift an apron full of love children gather berries to steep their juice in muslin cloths above a creamy bowl straining at the bounds that so contain. An imprint of ripe berry juice as breaths mingle on cold mornings, she snuggles deeper into sleep and dreams of yesterday. Archived comments for Indian Summer potleek on 29-06-2007 Indian Summer Nope, I think you have the season right, a taste of Autumn. there are memories wrapped inside this piece...Tony Author's Reply: Thank you Tony, I agree with you about the seasons these days, they seem to be mingling into one another. Autumn though is a favourite of mine Emma x delph_ambi on 29-06-2007 Indian Summer This is lovely writing. Perfect. Author's Reply: Thank you delph-ambi - I'm really pleased you liked this Emma x discopants on 30-06-2007 Indian Summer Very evocative and I particularly like "gift an apron full of love". As for your seasons, I'd like any summer, never mind a late Indian Summer- how's it been on your shores? Author's Reply: Thank you discopants - I'm so glad you liked and I agree with you - summer on these shores has not been very outstanding as yet - I'm desperately longing for it to arrive and stay for longer than five minutes. Emma x orangedream on 30-06-2007 Indian Summer I agree with all that has been said - this is beautiful. It is my favourite line too "gift an apron full of love." :-)Tina Author's Reply: Thank you Tina, so glad that you liked this poem - despite it really being posted at the wrong time of year 🙂 Emma x Sunken on 30-06-2007 Indian Summer Good to see you getting some much deserved recognition Ms. Emmy. Another corker of a poem and no mistake. s u n k e n i die: you die Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 01-07-2007 Indian Summer Very evocative indeed - if the real seasons are so muddled lately, we can always get a warm glow from poems like this. Lovely. Author's Reply: Ionicus on 01-07-2007 Indian Summer Dear Emma, you have the right season; late autumn when the warm sun tricks us into believing that summer is still with us or about to return. Beautiful poem, a real gem. Luigi x Author's Reply: Gerry on 01-07-2007 Indian Summer Emma this is lovely stuff--how I remember those days... Gerry. xxx. Author's Reply: |
| The Friday Market (posted on: 25-06-07) ****************************************** On Fridays we would walk beneath vaulted and high domed ceilings, the smell of fish and cigarettes mingling with the salty tang of tar that stained more than the whitest of stark enamel tiles. Outside in the fresh air the raucous screeches from gulls assaulted ears as circling crazily they watched old pallets precariously unloaded. I never liked the smell of guts splayed out on wooden boards and sharp cleavers that removed the heads with bulging eyes as men in white coats trailed gore as cheerfully they joked and teased wide eyed little girls. It was always cool inside as stall after stall sold its ice encased wares. Buckets of moules, oysters and shrimp, coral speckled plaice and whelks which oozed soapy liquid and slid in futile, frustrating non escape. Gentile ladies forgetting manners haggled with hairy bare armed fisher folk who smiled laconically behind yellow acrid smoke, their stumps of teeth eroded like the shores. Fishing tackle, bait and offboard motors were curious contraptions to behold as sticky fingers longed to touch the many coloured flies from rods. Once outside our marketing done, strong sun would beat our limbs as the covered wicker basket rocked gently between us as we strode, sea shanties on our lips and tongue; Set sail, we are homeward bound. Archived comments for The Friday Market Gerry on 25-06-2007 The Friday Market Superb writing here Em--I really liked this... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Thanks Gerry, your comment means a lot 🙂 Emma x Sunken on 26-06-2007 The Friday Market I agree with Mr. Gerry. Brilliant writing, in my ickul book. especially liked - Gentile ladies forgetting manners haggled with hairy bare armed fisher folk who smiled laconically behind yellow acrid smoke, their stumps of teeth eroded like the shores. Emmaculate and no mistake. s u n k e n waiting for a cloud Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken - really glad you liked this, although I must admit I was worried I might get lynched by hairy bare armed fishermen for posting this 🙂 Emma x discopants on 26-06-2007 The Friday Market I think you've managed to involve just about all the senses within the poem. A strong portrayal of the scene. Author's Reply: Thanks a lot discopants, I did enjoy writing this and I'm glad you could see the picture 🙂 Emma x RoyBateman on 27-06-2007 The Friday Market This was so realistically pictured that I could virtually smell that place - and what a pong you conjured up! I was always slightly frightened of big fish, even if dead - maybe especially if dead - as a kid, though quite what they did that evades me. Maybe the staring eyes, plus the cold and the smell that you simply didn't get anywhere else, I suppose. Now, I suppose, there's no-where else where you can get so much relatively natural and unprocessed food in one place - an extremely atmospheric and well-painted picture in words. Author's Reply: Thanks Roy - God those fishies scared me too - too much of an over active imagination I think lol - thanks for the comment Emma x Bradene on 28-06-2007 The Friday Market Very evocative poetry Emma, Mind you It was so vivid (and that's Good) that it made me feel slightly nauseous... I hate fish you see just the thought of fish guts ugh!. The poem though was tops. Val x Author's Reply: Thanks Val, I'm an awful wimp when it comes to anything with guts lol - I've even been known to wash mince - so I completely understand how you feel 🙂 Emma x shackleton on 28-06-2007 The Friday Market I enjoyed that, Emma. You filled my senses (especially my sense of smell). I'll never look at jellied eels the same way again. Good read! Author's Reply: Thanks Shacks - the fishmarkets could be rather overpowering smell wise - but fascinating to a child Emma x |
| The Literati (posted on: 22-06-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She speaks with a smokers voice and talks long fingers in the air scarlet claws unsheathed sharp night' s breath escapes its lair. Once she'd tango on top of the town paint rainbows on erections she built. Now she just bores at literary clubs tanked with gin to the hilt. Sent by Mama out into the world a valkyrie to walk amongst stars she left and never looked back only lesions leave a scar Papa predicted she'd do well So imbibed with his genes and flair She wears his favourite high backed collars and strides with a masculine air. Archived comments for The Literati Gerry on 22-06-2007 The Literati O well Emm, everyone to their own thing. Some people just go wrong. Nicely done... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Many thanks Gerry for your comment - wrote this a couple of months, while in a silly mood lol Emma x orangedream on 23-06-2007 The Literati I second Gerry, wholeheartedly. Great choice of vocabulary here, which made it a joy to read. Thank you, Emma. Tina x Author's Reply: Thank you Tina 🙂 To be honest I wasn't sure what the reaction to this poem would be like lol Emma x RoyBateman on 23-06-2007 The Literati Only strides with a masculine air? Something tells me this "delightful" creature isn't too over-endowed with female hormones...a real boring harpy, from the sound of her, but realised with wit and flair! Author's Reply: Thank you Roy 🙂 Yes I tend to agree with you lol. I think her feminine qualities are a little lacking Emma x Sunken on 24-06-2007 The Literati Love this Em. Good on the girl who strides with a masculine air. I still don't know how women spend whole evenings in high heels. I once tried a pair on for a laugh and they almost crippled me. How come women's calf muscles don't get really pronounced? No, get yourself a pair of Doctor Marten steel toecap boots Ms. Em. That's my advice. Have I taken things too literally again? You continue to add a touch of class Emmy. s u n k e n when tomorrow strums Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, advice noted lol - You should actually see my footwear when I'm out walking on the cliffs with my dog - not quite doc martens but getting close 🙂 Emma x shackleton on 24-06-2007 The Literati Enjoyed your jaunty piece of anarchic wit, Emma. It's not about Maggie Thatcher, is it? Catch you later. Author's Reply: Thanks Shacks, no not Margaret Thatcher but hey if thats the image you get then it can be lol Think I was sort of going along the old bloomsbury lines in this Emma x |
| Last Pleasures (posted on: 08-06-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I am old and grey, I shall eat chocolate as I lie upon the bed where once we made such sweet and tender love and taking stock of all I knew I will take each morsel and chew, wonder at the extravagances that once I had so indulged as with a sigh of pure delight, each crumb that I will devour for nothing is so sour and sweet as tasting forbidden pleasures upon the hour of my demise. Oh such mouth watering, edible confectionary, how I crave the taste and depravity of divine pleasure taken in this bed of mine. Archived comments for Last Pleasures delph_ambi on 08-06-2007 Last Pleasures Brilliant poem. Touching and life affirming. Author's Reply: Thank you delph for your lovely comment 🙂 emma x Sunken on 09-06-2007 Last Pleasures Hello Emmy. Apparently chocolate is meant to stimulate the same part of the brain that sex does... I wonder if you can overload it by doing them both at the same time? Ahem, sorry Em. As Ms. Delph says, life affirming. Classy as ever. Sorry the comment isn't )-: s u n k e n her calculating grin was the result of his sudden demise Author's Reply: Sunken, your comments are always welcome - your a nice guy and always say the truth and nice things and make me smile - strangely I'm not a chocolate person - but this was my perception of when I'm old, I'll suddenly get a craving for it lol Thanks emma xxx discopants on 10-06-2007 Last Pleasures How can a poem be so much about chocolate and then not about it all at the same time? Classy writing. Author's Reply: Thank you disco - I just have a weird mind lol - probably because I don't like chocolate that much and everyone thinks its wonderful lol emma x shackleton on 15-06-2007 Last Pleasures Good poem, Emma... all chocolaty and decadent. Author's Reply: Thanks Shacks - really appreciate you looking in - a decadent chocolate hmmmm - I wonder if we could market that lol emma xxx royrodel on 16-06-2007 Last Pleasures Hmmmmmm I remember walking in on my grand parents when I was a kid. I don't think your sex life will stop when your in your 80's, and you both can eat chocolate after it, as you can't smoke indoors in England no more. RODEL Author's Reply: Hi Roy, the smoking ban is going thru Europe now - in France where I live now - we have a partial smoking ban - but actually this poem is probably about the fact that women tend to live longer than men - and although the flesh is willing at what ever age - perhaps there is a time to just contemplate past pleasures lol - thanks for the input made me smile Emma |
| Black (posted on: 08-06-07) Short and sweet? Black clouds meander and I'm scared, no I'm petrified because I'm revisiting graves I exhumed years ago. Archived comments for Black Sunken on 08-06-2007 Black Hiya Emmy. I was going to say 'short and sweet - just like you,' then realised that perhaps that's not such a great compliment. Can you see why I'm single yet? This maybe short, but it packs a punch. So good to see you posting again Ms. Em. s u n k e n their hopes were reliant on aviation fuel Author's Reply: lol thanks sunken - actually not that tall anyhow so your comment fits - silly poem, tried making it longer but it started shrieking so I left it to itself Can't believe your single - bet you find that wonderful person soon, and they'll be lucky to have a great guy like you 🙂 Emma x royrodel on 09-06-2007 Black Don't we all RODEL Author's Reply: Guess so Rodel - although I'm still musing this bit myself - take care, thanks for reading Emma Jolen on 19-06-2007 Black You sure got the point across well in a few words. Well done, I think we've all done this and it is scary at times. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Many thanks Jolen 🙂 A bit of a morbid poem I'm afraid, I appreciate your comment so much Emma x |
| Genesis (posted on: 04-06-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She tells him secrets after dark and he touches her belly with his hand, feeling the concave smoothness that blossoms into his palm. Her eyes are anxious, nervously darting to and fro he catches his breath and wonders at how fast his ardour grows, so he sensitively kisses her as a new man does but his male tendencies overcome and pushed back they make ardent love. Afterwards he smokes eyes narrowed at a dark sky she touches her stomach as he thinks about Genesis and seven days of creation Archived comments for Genesis Jolen on 04-06-2007 Genesis Very clever...And it does make you wonder at the 40 weeks of gestation as opposed to 7 days of 'Genesis' doesn't it? I guess that's one of the advantages of being a God, lol.. I enjoyed your poem. blesssings, Jolen Author's Reply: Thanks Jolen, I had some fun writing this, not sure how my mind strayed to Genesis - but I find with writing sometimes that it has a mind of its own 🙂 Emma x shackleton on 04-06-2007 Genesis Fascinating one, Emma. Got me truly thinking of Man, God and Creation. I hope you're well - always good to catch your poetry. Take care. Author's Reply: Oops, sorry Shacks, wrote my reply in the wrong box! Please look below - I'm obviously having a 'blonde' moment lol Emma x Emerald on 05-06-2007 Genesis Thanks Shacks, good to see you again - and it feels good to be writing again 🙂 Emma x Author's Reply: Sunken on 05-06-2007 Genesis Blimey, it's good to have you back Ms. Em. I understand how you've been feeling lately, but it's pretty clear that you still have that special Emmy touch. I hope you feel like subbing more in the very near future. s u n k e n her presence encouraged his sensitive side Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, it is good to be writing again, had a bit of a lull for a while - couldn't quite find my direction in writing lol 🙂 Emma x e-griff on 05-06-2007 Genesis Not to my taste generally, but the skill and the feeling in this are unmistakable. The only thing I'd suggest is to use the word 'seven' instead of the figure 7 so visually the words would flow as smoothly as the meaning. Author's Reply: Thanks Griff, funnily, its a poem I didn't actually intend to write as it was more of a joke reply to a friend of mine - so like you, I'm not sure if its my taste either but I quite liked the end result and decided to see if it had any merit. Have taken your suggestion and changed it to 'seven' - think I was being a bit lazy and just used the figure 🙂 Emma x orangedream on 05-06-2007 Genesis Just think this is beautiful, Emma. Love the lines:- 'Afterwards he smokes eyes narrowed at a dark sky' I could just seem them and feel them. Tina :-)x Author's Reply: Thanks Tina 🙂 I'm glad you could see and feel this - have to admit I wasn't sure about this poem - worry a bit that I write the same old thing over and over and that its all old hat Emma x orangedream on 05-06-2007 Genesis Sorry Emma - typo. Should read:- I could just SEE them and feel them! Tina x Author's Reply: |
| Second Chances (posted on: 21-05-07) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We grasp each moment between airport lounges and impersonal hotels. Sometimes scurry like mice to out of the way places and hand over cash as it leaves no trail. Drapes are always drawn and a dawn taxi takes us to destination tears. We hug each aching second dine on wine and aphrodisia, dizzy, we scale heights then feel the lowest depression as lips compress and eyes plead for second chances. You hold my chin too tight as I fight back the tears. My mouth lingers, heart interlaced with yours. Archived comments for Second Chances Sunken on 21-05-2007 Second Chances (-: Emmy, you are back! Good to see you on uka again. Your poetry puts me in mind of one of one of my fave writers (who shall remain nameless, as I believe girls enjoy a mystery - or is it chocolate?). Especially liked - a dawn taxi takes us to destination tears. and also the 'interlaced' ending. I've missed your subs Em. Hope all is well. Thanks. s u n k e n her arms remained outstretched until the train melted with the horizon Author's Reply: Thank you Sunken, Still trying to find my old enthusiasm for posting, but failing miserably, put this on, then lost the confidence to look and decided to go away for the long weekend and am only just back and feeling guilty that I haven't made comments or seen how this poem did. I promise to get my act in gear soon and participate more here - I've missed so many people on this site but am guilty of having neglected everyone. Thank you so much for reading this - after a bit of a dry spell, am just beginning to write again, or at least write the odd poem, that doesn't end up in my overflowing bin lol Emma x orangedream on 21-05-2007 Second Chances I would second Sunken's enthusiasm about this poem, Emerald. Atmospheric and well written. Enjoyed. Tina Author's Reply: Thank you so much Tina - I'm really pleased that you liked 🙂 and commented on this piece Emma x Gerry on 21-05-2007 Second Chances Hi Emerald, very cleverly written this poem. I can fully understand the situation... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Thanks Gerry, sometimes hearts lead you to places that are probably best avoided - but I guess it is fools that fall in love Emma x discopants on 22-05-2007 Second Chances Beautifully expressed. Good to see you back. Author's Reply: Thank you disco - afraid I did post and run with this - but am determined to get more involved again on this site - I've missed everyone and the feedback. Thank you for reading Emma x Jolen on 04-06-2007 Second Chances How wonderful to read your fine work again. Just beautiful work from beginning to end here, Emma. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Thank you so much Jolen for these kind words 🙂 Emma x |
| Baby Steps (posted on: 25-12-06) ************************* I went to Israel to count the names tracing them with fingers brushed with salt and sand. In Germany I saw words that swam before my eyes as walking through the excrement of broken glass and unknown whores I realised I knew nothing of my history, just names and dates and places. These lives are lost to me so I visit monuments with broken glass and excrement. Archived comments for Baby Steps admin on 10-04-2007 Baby Steps This is harsh but beautiful, Emerald - surprised it has no comments. Author's Reply: Thanks admin, very much for reading this Emma x orangedream on 10-04-2007 Baby Steps Thanks admin for highlighting this one. Sorry Emerald - I really did overlook this. Brilliantly put. No need for further comment - your poem speaks for itself. Tina Author's Reply: Thank you Tina, its easy to miss things, when there is so much excellent work on this site 🙂 Emma x |
| Bathing by firelight (posted on: 28-07-06) ******************************* On Sunday nights in winter as a treat, mother would fill a tin bath with water and set before the fire I would sit, far away from the cavernous coldness of our Victorian bathroom, where pipes played tunes and monsters lurked beneath showing only their clawed feet. I would sit up to my waist while firelight gave blushes to my skin and the smell of camomile was woven thread by thread as she poured from the yellow and white bucket, cascades of fresh clean water that danced on my pointed shoulder tips and tickled like raindrops down a windowpane. There was room for two - just as my sister and I sat, tips of toes touching and the smell of Christmas pine that still crackles in my mind of Sunday nights in winter and a tin bath filled with warmth and love and water. Archived comments for Bathing by firelight Kat on 28-07-2006 Bathing by firelight Hi Emerald A beautiful, sensual and evocative poem to be read over and over. Really like the use of half-rhymes too: 'monsters lurked beneath showing only their clawed feet.' 'the smell of Christmas pine that still crackles in my mind' (I think that's what they are!) ;o) Kat :o) Author's Reply: scotch on 28-07-2006 Bathing by firelight lovely...scotch Author's Reply: orangedream on 28-07-2006 Bathing by firelight Gosh Emerald - I blush to admit I can identify with nearly every word of this. A beautiful write. Thank you. :-)orangedream Author's Reply: Sunken on 28-07-2006 Bathing by firelight Lovely Ms. Em. Lovely poem I mean, tho I'm sure you're lovely too. I'll just vote. Thanks. s u n k e n in charge of litter Author's Reply: Gerry on 28-07-2006 Bathing by firelight A delightful read, Are you older than you look? 😉 Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Jolen on 29-07-2006 Bathing by firelight A lovely piece. congrats on the nib and what a great memory. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 29-07-2006 Bathing by firelight A delightful picture you've conjured up - do you still bathe in front of the fire?? Some very good images, too, like the "monster" bath feet - just the sort of thing a child would believe! A lovely journey back to an innocent age. Author's Reply: Elfine on 29-07-2006 Bathing by firelight This is one of those rare poems where everything around you freezes, and you get transported to somewhere even more real, where water dances, monsters lurk, and smells crackle. I loved it! Elfine Author's Reply: red-dragon on 29-07-2006 Bathing by firelight I loved it, too - you write with a rare clarity and purity, that the reader can easily identify with - fab! Ann Author's Reply: Romany on 31-07-2006 Bathing by firelight I used to do this too! Only, because my sisiters were so much older than me, I was lucky enough to have the bath to myself! Lovely evocative little poem, I can smell the soap! Romany. Author's Reply: Ionicus on 31-07-2006 Bathing by firelight A real gem, Emma. I loved this atmospheric and nostalgic poem. I particularly liked the opening: "On Sunday nights in winter as a treat..." Such rhythm. Well done. Love, Luigi x. Author's Reply: Abel on 01-08-2006 Bathing by firelight What a superb write, Lare. Clear and true, as usual. Ward Author's Reply: pencilcase on 03-08-2006 Bathing by firelight An engaging, enjoyable, evocative piece. The delight in escaping the 'cavernous coldness of our Victorian bathroom' (with all its nasty sounds and monsters), in favour of warmth and love, comes across very effectively. You give good expression to how simple pleasures can be the best, and the most enduring. Thank you also for reminding me to have a bath. It's not due till September, but what the hell...think I'll have one anyway. pencil Author's Reply: |
| Spanning Skies (posted on: 14-04-06) Needs work I know, just kind of like it though I suppose time is intangible as metal wings span the sky. It is me who is just a speck, a name, a number, what the heck. I'm too tired to speculate and only I can dream today. This morning I kissed your lips as we prayed for extra time, tipping brandy into coffee cups we grimaced at the taste. I watch a coastline disappear, fragments of self left behind never knowing when I'll come collect and piece together again. I wear my hair high in a cheap 'do as you care clip,' yet stray strands still flick across my eyes like brushing feather kisses. Oh how my neck aches from the weight of saying goodbye again. We dip like blossom trees, as they show their spring promises. My heart cries and I want to scream but the invading noise as engines shrill, fill my ears and the sun is hot against the window as I press imagining warm skin once more. We're late, and I can't kiss you anymore. ©EMG06 Archived comments for Spanning Skies Sunken on 15-04-2006 Spanning Skies Hiya Emma. I love your stuff ya know? I don't say that enough. I'm usually prattling on about munkys or hamsters for some reason. Especially like - I watch a coastline disappear, fragments of self left behind never knowing when I’ll come collect and piece together again. I could pick out more, but I'd end up highlighting the lot. I don't reckon it needs more work, but you're the boss. Top write and a ten, 'cause I say so. Oh, don't worry about the quiet response by the way, it's a holiday weekend here (apparently). Something called easter - just an excuse to gorge on chocolate. s u n k e n he doesn't get rabbits Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken and sorry about the late reply - I seem so disorganised these days and really shouldn't submit work at all. Glad you liked. Emma x Kat on 16-04-2006 Spanning Skies Lots to like in this, Emma - a wonderful mixture of senses and images - enjoyed! Kat :o) Author's Reply: Thanks Kat for taking the time to read and comment - it needs tidying up but its written from the heart Emma x Romany on 16-04-2006 Spanning Skies I love this! I wanted to pick out favourite lines but would have ended up reposting the whole thing. Well done! Romany. Author's Reply: Thanks Romany, Glad you liked, I guess it needs refining - just not sure where to start lol Emma x niece on 17-04-2006 Spanning Skies Emma, Beautiful poem...nice, yet sad...sad enough to leave a little lump in my throat! Regds, niece Author's Reply: Thanks niece hope it wasn't too sad - just a moment poem which I wrote on a plane home Emma x shackleton on 19-04-2006 Spanning Skies Sad and hauntingly beautiful, Emma. Take care now. Author's Reply: Thanks Shacks, I guess its a bit sad, like all departures - hopefully I'll find a happy ever after lol Emma x Rosco on 24-04-2006 Spanning Skies Romance often seems to be 'elsewhere' in your work, whether literally or metaphorically it's not of the place you inhabit. It tends toward the cinematic and short story as well. Good to see poetry holding its ground in areas that it has lost out on to a degree. You're the beautiful version of Somerset Maugham and like him a pleasure to read with a distinctly dark lining to the clouds. There are a couple of word choices that might be improved upon. Author's Reply: Thanks Rosco, it does need work to it - although I'm unsure where to go with it. I don't know why I write about romance - just me I guess lol Emma x eddiesolo on 26-05-2006 Spanning Skies Emerald, this is a good piece. I do think it could be tidied up in places, but as you pointed out this is a personal piece so the hurried style does suit that. Take care and I know what you mean about writing...should you do it or not. Take a break then come back to it. Take care. Si:-) Author's Reply: |
| Closing the Chapter (posted on: 20-03-06) ******************* Somewhere I lost the will to live in words. I collated all my material and bound it up in a well tooled, red leather binder. It was then that I cried long held tears. I still see your bleeding lips as they spill droplets of venom and it is not cathartic anymore to scratch lines with a quill when the breeze from your lips is pure arctic. EMG06 Archived comments for Closing the Chapter Romany on 20-03-2006 Closing the Chapter I hope that this is in no way actual Emma; nice poem. Keep on writing it! Romany. Author's Reply: Ginger on 20-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Emerald, I have days when I feel like ripping everything up and giving up forever. You have shown that sentiment here neatly. Like Romany says, I hope it's not actual. Regards, Lisa Author's Reply: Bradene on 20-03-2006 Closing the Chapter A sad and difficult read Emma like the others i too hope it's not actual. It's far too beautifully written to be the closing chapter Love Val x Author's Reply: Sunken on 20-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Pure Emerald. s u n k e n emotionally challenged Author's Reply: red-dragon on 20-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Emma, if I had to sum this up in two words, I'd echo Sunkie. Very you. Very good. Ann Author's Reply: discopants on 21-03-2006 Closing the Chapter I love the second verse- that last line is close to genius. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 22-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Simple, but this says everything on the subject. The ending is superb! Brrr... Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 23-03-2006 Closing the Chapter This is a masterful write Emma! Why has this not got a nib? Succinct. Si:-) Author's Reply: littleditty on 23-03-2006 Closing the Chapter related to this one - well written Emma xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: Leila on 23-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Emma what can I say...this touched me...L Author's Reply: Gerry on 23-03-2006 Closing the Chapter Emma---good writing here... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Jolen on 07-04-2006 Closing the Chapter Emma; I think you just spoke my life here. In few but powerful words. I know this place, and those lips. Thank you for saying what I have not been able to express myself. Wonderful work. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: |
| Infinitesimal Boundaries (posted on: 17-03-06) ***************** I wonder if her eyes would have turned brown too, the white down on her head, turned to that rich strawberry colour with freckles across her nose. I remember rolling on the couch with her brother lolling in my arms, laughing with the infectious giggles that create such a belly aching sound. Perhaps her eyes would be the cool clear sapphire with the arctic white hair of sibling two, His winnie the pooh bought at the airport, which he now hides down by the side of his bed. An aloof ice queen in the making, shy, reticent soaring up high with her balloon of clear red. It matters not - I'll only catches glimpses of her in the eyes of her brothers but I can still wonder, no one can take that away from me. It gives me comfort and taking her hand once more, I'll know that the sky has infinitesimal boundaries and one day we'll reach them together. ©EMG06 Archived comments for Infinitesimal Boundaries Romany on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries This left me with a lump in my throat (that's the second time a poem has done that this week!) Was it intentional? A tantalising glimpse of something lost here; I would have liked to have seen 'her.' Well done. Romany. Author's Reply: Thanks Romany, no, it wasn't intentional - to me I wanted to express acceptance - to explore the loss as an intangible experience. Emma:-) Bradene on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries This is a lovely piece Emma has a lot of meaning in here that could apply to me. Left me feeling a litle sadder today. love Val x Author's Reply: Thanks Val, sorry if this left you feeling sad - loss is so always hard to deal with Emma:-) Kat on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries A beautiful write, Emma... really wonderful. All the best to you. Kat x Author's Reply: Thanks Kat, for reading, glad you liked, all the best to you also Emma:-) red-dragon on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries Emma, this one pulled at the heart strings - well deserving of your nib. Nice to see you posting here again. Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, just a one off posting I think but who knows lol. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Apolloneia on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries Great write Emma, Nic 🙂 Author's Reply: thanks Nic, and thanks for making this a fav Emma:-) ruadh on 17-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries beautifully done Emma. love ailsa Author's Reply: Thanks ailsa, glad you liked and thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Jen_Christabel on 18-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries A beautiful piece :o) Jennifer :o) Author's Reply: Thanks Jennifer, Just posted a thanks to you under another comment - I still haven't got used to the new format of replying here - sorry for appearing thick - and much appreciation for taking the time to read. Emma:-) Emerald on 18-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries Thanks Jennifer your comment is appreciated Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 19-03-2006 Infinitesimal Boundaries I've said before, and I'll say it again (I blame amnesia) you are pure class young Em. You never seem to fail. I'm bestowing a 10 'cause I want to. Well done. s u n k e n Author's Reply: |
| Red Hats in an Organ Loft (posted on: 17-02-06) ******************* She wears red dresses these days, sometimes with black patent shoes and inside the rotting piano case she keeps a little nip of gin. It keeps the sparkle that she used to have when she wore white and trickled down the aisle into the warm sunlight outside, tripping over the gravestone that had no expiry date. Now when she plays at weddings, she wears a red hat but definitely no knickers. Archived comments for Red Hats in an Organ Loft Apolloneia on 17-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Very very nice Emma! 😉 Nic x. Author's Reply: Thanks Nic, Glad you liked - and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Bradene on 17-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Made me smile Emma and made me think of a late and much lamented aunt of mine. Loved it Val x Author's Reply: Thanks val, for some reason the 'red hat, no knickers' line kept going around in my mind as I wrote this - I promise I don't have a red hat though lol. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) red-dragon on 17-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Love it Emma - I see you're back in style! Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, Muse is a bit sluggish still - but hopefully with spring on its way - it might get more lively. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) admin on 17-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft This is lovely Emerald, especially the last line 🙂 Author's Reply: Thanks admin the last line was what kick started the poem - not sure what that says about me though lol Emma:-) Claire on 18-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Haha, what a last line! This is a corka! ;^) Author's Reply: Thanks Claire, I promise I don't have a red hat - not saying about the rest though lol thanks for the rating Emma:-) Corin on 18-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Oh this is just not fair Emma - some of us have seriously uncontrollable fetishes about such things. This is a serious challenge to `When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple' by Jenny Joseph. Brilliant - I really enjoyed redaing it. David Author's Reply: Thanks David, I had fun writing this - I think it was my catholic upbringing that brought this about - was always told a Lady never wore red in church lol Emma:-) littleditty on 18-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Nice! Is that 'red, a hat...' or 'a red hat...' ? Enjoyed! xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: Thanks Littleditty, its meant to be 'a red hat' - have amended it now. Glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Griffonner on 18-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Certainly brought a smile to my face, Great. Author's Reply: Thanks Griff, Glad it brought a smile - I had fun writing this. Emma:-) Sunken on 18-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft That last line just kinda smacks you in the face. We all deserve a good slap now and again. Brilliant write Ms. Emma. Well done on the nib. s u n k e n somewhere over a heartbeat Author's Reply: Thank you Sunken, We certainly do lol - Not sure this really deserved a nib as it was a bit naughty - but I kind of had fun writing this. Emma:-) len on 21-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Wears a red hat, but definately no knickers..I love that ending..len Author's Reply: Thanks Len, I have to admit that I like that line too lol. Emma:-) Abel on 21-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Wow, this blows me away...what an image! So very well done, Emma. Ward Author's Reply: Thanks Ward, Glad you liked - I actually had fun writing this so I'm glad you enjoyed Emma:-) teifii on 22-02-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft Lovely little cameo. Not a word out of place and a most memorable image. I loved the gravestone without an expiry day -- that is brilliant. Daff Author's Reply: Thanks Daff, I just had this image of a bride running away and tripping over the gravestones lol hence the line emma:-) eddiesolo on 16-03-2006 Red Hats in an Organ Loft I really enjoyed this Emma, especially that last line. Glad it has been nibbed. Si:-) Author's Reply: Thanks Si, It was nice to see a nib - I keep flitting in and out at the moment with poems - looking forwards to reading all the work here again. Emma:-) |
| Life on Mars (posted on: 13-02-06) A tepid toe back into poetry Sometimes we sit and talk for hours, two chairs facing each other. discussing things like is there life on Mars and if it rained for a thousand days, how many gallons is that? I watch his face become animated, laughing because when I'm engrossed in what we say my hands wave circles in the air. When I make spaghetti we leave trails of conversation. desperately following threads but we only have eyes for each other. We sit opposite, occasionally touch as we eat. I don't think I care about life on Mars, what I care about is him. ©EMG06 Archived comments for Life on Mars littleditty on 13-02-2006 Life on Mars I really liked this poem! There is a circular motion, spaghetti eights, energy between the two! Your poem is great, spirals gently down the page and ends in acknowledgement of care for the other - a warm, magical love poem - lovely! xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: littleditty on 13-02-2006 Life on Mars Actually -so many circles and lines that i must make this a favourite! x Author's Reply: Thanks so much littleditty - glad you liked - its a bit of special poem for me - so I think that kind of shines through. Thanks for making it a fav. Emma:-) red-dragon on 13-02-2006 Life on Mars Hi Emma, good to read your work again. I like this because it has a certain 'greediness' about it for the other person, as if you can't get enough of him. looking forward to reading more. Ann Author's Reply: Thanks Ann, A friend said he could always tell when I was happy because I write about food - not sure how accurate that is lol - but this is a special poem for me - as you know I've been a bit lacking with inspiration lately, so its just nice to be able to post a poem I really like. Emma:-) Bradene on 13-02-2006 Life on Mars Hi emma nice to read your work again I liked this it is so Emmaesque! ((-; love Val x Author's Reply: Thanks Val, have been in the wilderness of writing lately - so your comments made me smile - its funny but it made me happy writing this. Emma:-) Apolloneia on 13-02-2006 Life on Mars Yes it's a lovely, cleverly and sweetly written poem. Author's Reply: Thanks Apolloneia, I just had fun writing this - as val said its a bit emmanesque - sort of a slide back into writing - and just lovely to meet up with everyone again on here - I have missed not being around and reading all the great work here. Emma:-) e-griff on 14-02-2006 Life on Mars I liked this too. The other day I read it and it didn't do anything for me. But as I often do, I came back for a second go (I guess it's the mood you're in) and I'm glad I did. i liked the circles, trails, threads, spaghetti, and coming back to Mars. as Nic says above, sweet... Author's Reply: Thanks e-griff, this was actually written for a challenge on another site - topic being life on mars - just had to do my own interpretation of it. Emma:-) Dargo77 on 14-02-2006 Life on Mars Emma, a very special poem that tells us what is really important in your life. Regards, Dargo Author's Reply: Thanks Dargo, I think as val said n her reply - its a very me style of poetry and one I enjoy writing. Emma:-) Sunken on 15-02-2006 Life on Mars Your poetic voice would seem to be as strong as ever Ms. Emerald. It's good to see you back. s u n k e n god gave him back Author's Reply: Thnks Sunken, Still feeling my way at the moment - not sure how back I am - just wanting to write I guess as always your replies are the kindest Emma pencilcase on 17-02-2006 Life on Mars Emma, it's a good one for sending in for Valentine's day, a sweet summary of a healthy relationship. It has a good beginning, and the use of 'I' / we' in "because when I’m engrossed in what we say" is telling. And I also like very much your line: "occasionally touch as we eat" I immediately get the picture of a happy couple talking about life on mars, or whatever, enjoying each other's company, and that instant of relating when one leans forward across the table slightly and places the palm of their hand on the other's forearm, to emphasise that 'oh yes, I know what you mean' moment. All this and spaghetti too! Makes me feel hungry! Steve Author's Reply: ShadowChaser on 18-02-2006 Life on Mars What a beauty! So sweet and full of feeling :o) Author's Reply: |
| Cats, Caviar and Sunday (posted on: 13-02-06) *************** He shakes and rakes a hand through early morning hair, the early scratch of stubble on his chin, he smiles as whistling, he whiles away his time. He thinks and sips, tart juice on morning tongue, wonders blearily at the day as kaleidoscopes of memory clink on the doorstep of crisp, cold winter dawn. Yesterday she mewed and cried to be let in, her angora softness, nestled, warm breath sighs, as wine was opened and left un chilled, forgotten. Barefoot he waits for pot to steep, reminds himself to pour the milk and rattle packets into bowls. Two cups he sets upon the tray. He likes and lights a cigarette, yet leaves smouldering and pads across the floor, a quick indrawn breath while she slinks through open door and wraps herself around, playfully entangled, he unwinds his feet and picks to place her purring upon the draining board. An early sluish of water, gurgles from upstairs, the Sunday paper, now steeped tea he ambles happily away. ©EMG06 Archived comments for Cats, Caviar and Sunday Dargo77 on 13-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday Emerald, wonderful early morning feel to this one. Well written. Regards, Dargo Author's Reply: Thank you Dargo - I'm not entirely sure where this came from - but I'm glad you caught the happiness in this - just a gentle stretch into a new week . Emma:-) tai on 13-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday Hi Emma, I knew it, I wasn't gonna read this, cus I knew I would be jealous as hell and I am, but I am very happy for you too. A lovely start to any couples day. Grinning at you with clenched teeth and groin! No more Mrs Nice Tai!lol Author's Reply: Thanks Tai - hey girl I know you're a softie at heart - but I'll keep your secret - us girls have to stick together! I am happy I guess - but its damn well affected my writing recently - been blocked completely - hmmm think I'll stick to happy though lol Emma:-) Warhorse on 13-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday Emma i have been away nursing a lovesickness and i return to find your work just as skillful and evocative of the early morning blues well done rgds mike Author's Reply: Aww thanks Mike, I've been away myself recently with writers block - so this is a bit of a tentative step back - I enjoyed writing this - was feeling in a bit of a mellow mood when writing. Hope all is well with you. Emma:-) RoyBateman on 14-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday It's a delightful picture you paint...as a lifelong cat lover, I know exactly what you're saying. Little blighters, but how can you live without 'em? Really warm feeling to this one, which communicates so easily to the reader - that takes skill, so well done! Author's Reply: Thanks Roy, had fun writing this poem - I think I was in a chilled out state at the time. Emma:-) Sunken on 14-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday This is more lovely than a waterfall, and has the added benefit of not making me want to pee. As comments go young Em of erald fame, i think you'll agree - it's pretty wet and more than a little crass. I apologise. Please treat yourself to a nice a glass of wine and consider the gaps between railings. s u n k e n he thinks there maybe life on earth Author's Reply: Thanks Sunken, I think this was me feeling smiley and relaxed when I wrote this - always appreciate your comments. Emma:-) niece on 15-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday Emma, You've recreated the feel of a Sunday morning so well here. A lovely poem indeed! Regds, niece Author's Reply: Thank you niece, I was feeling pretty mellow when I wrote this - so I'm glad it came across Emma:-) len on 21-02-2006 Cats, Caviar and Sunday You do character studies extremely well...You make every word count, which to me, is the mark of a superior writer...len Author's Reply: Thank you Len, Your comment is lovely and I am so sorry for the late reply - I seem to be late for everything these days lol. Emma:-) |
| Original Love (posted on: 16-12-05) ********************* It's only original to us a moment that rushes, hurtling through space. It leaves us grappling, and keening in the wind. No others see the passion amongst a million of faces. The world doesn't shudder or fall from its axis, my heart still trembles wishing kisses on my lips. So I go, in endless routine where pent up and raw emotion rushes up into eyes, blinding me and pulling me from endless daily tasks. I grasp the wooden banister in case my knees should fall, doubling over in agony that is exquisite in intensity. Yet it's only original to us, our pure authentic love, and strangers who pass in disapproval stares, see only what they want But it isn't you and isn't me. ©EMF05 Archived comments for Original Love bektron on 16-12-2005 Original Love Brilliant. beks Author's Reply: Sunken on 17-12-2005 Original Love Some great lines in this Em. I kept highlighting my fav bits but they just ended up bleeding into each-other until I'd pretty much highlighted the lot. Particularly like the axis line. You continue to be far too clever at this writing malarkey. Nice one Em. s u n k e n he sleeps in the lotus position Author's Reply: tai on 25-12-2005 Original Love Apart from those who know your expression and position too well! All they feel is pity, because, it's a hurt, that refuses to leave you. Great Poem Emma, Merry Christmas and thanks for expressing how I feel, so so perfectly...10 from, I'm still standing! Just about! Tai Author's Reply: littleditty on 07-01-2006 Original Love Yes -i liked this poem very much - very well written, controlled and too true -nice xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: Warhorse on 09-01-2006 Original Love hey Emma this one is a briliant perceptive piece of writing that highlights those matters that make a particular love essential to the two pwopl involved well done your writing gets better regards mike Author's Reply: Emerald on 12-02-2006 Original Love Thank you to all who replied to this - I promise this was not arrogance in not replying sooner - life and christmas came with a bang - then writers block, a new job - and somehow the longer you leave something, the longer it takes you to get back and apologise. Sincere apologies to all for not replying sooner. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Silently Screaming (posted on: 16-12-05) ****************** Varnished floors that felt cold and hard as a child knelt; hands together, point to heaven, 'remember, say your prayers.' Daddy's thunderous roar, cotton nightdress, robe hanging on the door. Those hated shadow soldiers standing sentry by the heavy drapes. 'Bad little girls go to hell.' You whisper softly, shallow vapour breaths, so fast and fervently, eyes squeezed tight that a tear can't fall. 'God bless all and make me good.' Then the knocking; yet lights are turned out on a silent scream. ©EMF05 Archived comments for Silently Screaming e-griff on 16-12-2005 Silently Screaming I found this very expressive and it painted a picture I understood - nice and atmospheric - (apart from the 'knocking' - didn't get that at all). the only small quibble I have is about 'point to heaven' it maybe because of the tense, which switches there: only the second and third lines are in past. Without digging too deep, I can see it is not categorically wrong, though. But maybe bringing it into the present might iron out the transition, if other people have the same problem as me 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 16-12-2005 Silently Screaming Very strong piece Em. I agree with the Griffster, very atmospheric. Easily a ten from the one they call munky. s u n k e n he dissolves in water Author's Reply: littleditty on 16-12-2005 Silently Screaming I agree with Mr Griff and although i can see the benefit of memory to present i think the present tense rhyme 'feel/kneel' would work too - the terror and anxiety would not be lost - perhaps even more accute, to start in the flash of memory present. Powerful and moving poetry xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: Lare on 17-12-2005 Silently Screaming This is very powerful, Emerald...Something that is long overdue to get said...and said in a most precise presentation...in other words...this is well done...very well done... Just me, Lare Author's Reply: Kat on 17-12-2005 Silently Screaming Hi Emerald A strong and expressive poem with a great title. Kat :o) Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 18-12-2005 Silently Screaming hi Emma, this is 1 of your best like all the others lolz. i loved it though keep it up a 9 from me.... take care xXx-BaBy_P-xXx Author's Reply: blackdove on 20-12-2005 Silently Screaming Hi Emma, Nice to see you back on the scene. I enjoyed your poem and can still remember that scary feeling sleeping on my own for the first time and my older sister turning of the lights. I cried myself to sleep from fear or maybe from the loneliness of not having another warm body beside me. All transitions are hard, here from the baby to the big girl. I think you caught the atmosphere perfectly. Well done. Jem x Author's Reply: Jolen on 20-12-2005 Silently Screaming What a powerful and heart wrenching piece Em! Congrats on the nib and bless you for posting such a strong statement. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. blessings, 
Jolen Author's Reply: shackleton on 20-12-2005 Silently Screaming Deep one, Emma. I read something very sinister in it at first - but I think I get it in the end. Powerful piece - very well written. Happy Christmas. Author's Reply: Claire on 21-12-2005 Silently Screaming I'm seeing two different stories wound up in this little poem of yours... it is a powerful one, this kinda jerks you in the chair as you read it. Nice one. Author's Reply: Emerald on 12-02-2006 Silently Screaming Many apologies for not replying on this - life, christmas etc took over - plus the worst writers block I've known for ages - which I'm still fighting - e-griff - I take your point, but the point to heaven is relevant to the poem - yet I can see the tense change is confusing - am looking to see how to improve this - thank you all for reading - and I am sorry for what looks like rudeness in not replying until now. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Dawning (posted on: 02-12-05) ****************** I won't write words that you won't read, or sing to songs you can not hear. I'll not take the blame to salve your conscience or suffer silent hate. I see reproach yet you are blind. A forced and fed child I am no more and the stench of yesterday is coated with your lies. I won't rise to petty anger or futile flailing fists. Retaliation brings no conciliation In the future of our dawns. You see me now unbroken in lines I wrote DESPISE. (c)EMF05 Archived comments for Dawning Gerry on 02-12-2005 Dawning Wow--that is strong stuff. gets the point over without any doubt... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 03-12-2005 Dawning Very cutting - as it was obviously meant to be. Maybe there's a paradox here...you say you won't write words that won't be read, but in writing this you may have done something that's highly cathartic in itself. I hope so - this is pure anger spilling over! Author's Reply: tai on 04-12-2005 Dawning I thought this was well composed with polite restraint emma, It is always so tempting to lash back. Far better to stand back and recover to face another day. 10 from Tai Author's Reply: Warhorse on 05-12-2005 Dawning Hi there beautiful 'the stench of yesterday is coated with you lies' absolutely sublime in the way it drives home the message glad to see you back here its been too long your absence well done emma regards Michael A Meddings Author's Reply: Emerald on 05-12-2005 Dawning Thank you all so much for your comments - and I am sorry not to reply to you all individually - am finding it hard to concentrate recently on reading and replying to everything - so many apologies - hopefully I will get back to the swing of things soon. Emma Author's Reply: Lare on 07-12-2005 Dawning Hi Emerald...this is very sincere...very reinforced in that you seem to stick to a confiction in this piece...I admire you in that you have achieved a plateau here that I believe most writers would envy...well done, Emerald...very well done... Just me, Lare Author's Reply: |
| Bitch (posted on: 11-11-05) ************** I'm a hard faced bitch and don't you just know it. You thought I was just cool, but I'm a whip cracking hellion and I'm lovin' it. Blow us a kiss babe, let me draw blood, you're so obsolete. You got the picture yet? Bitchin' lies bitchin' kisses. Can't you see it? Well, look in my eyes! Archived comments for Bitch Gerry on 11-11-2005 Bitch And I thought you looked so warm and cuddly 😉 Gerry x oh go on then xx. Author's Reply: Hi Gerry, oops, a mad moment in writing - have no idea why I posted this lol Emma:-) Emerald on 05-12-2005 Bitch Thank you for the comments on this silly poem - I'm not such a tiger really lol Emma Author's Reply: Warhorse on 09-01-2006 Bitch hey Emma ouch ouch and wow some poor soul got the rough end here and a bitch in dark glasses never but a good poem nevertheless regrds Mike Author's Reply: Thanks Mike, Have no idea what prompted this poem - a silly writing moment I think lol Emma:-) eddiesolo on 16-03-2006 Bitch I like this, guess its the attitude of the 'up yours'. Nothing as sexy IMO as a hard woman...lol. Si:-) Author's Reply: Thanks Si, I think you're probably right - a kick ass poem I think Emma:-) _aesthete on 04-07-2007 Bitch This is great... and I thought poetry was such a 'wet' form Author's Reply: |
| Graffiti (posted on: 11-11-05) ? I'm scared of walls that fall and crash upon my skull. Oh, but what colours shall my brain be splattered upon? A tinge of ironic yellow humourous, quirky orange. Blue for melancholia, green of deep despair. Beating walls, so defeating like strangers greeting lovers meeting but never quite connecting. Take my graffiti brain and splash upon the wall, bricks and mortar whitewashed lies, they crumble then they fall. EMG05 Archived comments for Graffiti tai on 11-11-2005 Graffiti You little vandal you!lol You present a kaleidescope of dazzling colour in your rather cynical little ditty here Emma. Well done for messing with my head! 10 from grinning messy head Tai Author's Reply: Gerry on 11-11-2005 Graffiti Emma--this made me smile. Sorry if it wasn't meant to 😉 Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: ClareHill on 17-11-2005 Graffiti Absolutely fantastic, and deserving of a nomination. Sheer perfection. Author's Reply: Emerald on 05-12-2005 Graffiti Thank you all for your comments - this was a bit of a strange poem that came from nowhere. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Necrophiliac Smiles (posted on: 10-10-05) ********************* You paint pictures while I in boredom paint toes. I once put rouge on nipples and coloured in an ochre bruise just beneath my eyes. Of course your paintings never sell and lie in dusty corners stacked - oh and I forgot to say I spilt cheap wine on one tripping upstairs the wine sloshed I think it looks better that way. My father calls you an itinerant oaf, and mother bemoans the fact that neither of us can play bridge, it means on rare evenings that we spend with them we talk conversation, stilted. When my toes are dry I'll walk over to the window where you stand painting corpses with necrophiliac smiles. Archived comments for Necrophiliac Smiles dogfrog on 10-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles Do you know what Emma I really like this but it doesn't flow as well as it could. I like all the feelings and everything that happens but it feels like it's twisting my tongue more than it should. The first line is a good example. "You paint pictures while I in boredom paint toes." Personally I think you should keep it simple. The other line that was slightly off kilter are "I spilt cheap wine on one tripping upstairs the wine sloshed" I don't know if its the repetition of wine or whether you should change the emphasis. I know it sounds critical but I really like the sentiments and the way its written all round. df Author's Reply: Thanks Dogfrog, You are right about the repitition of the word 'wine' - I totally overlooked that - its funny however many times you read through something - something will slip through. I know this needs tweaking - I do like the idea - but know it could be improved - thank you for the input. Emma:-) red-dragon on 10-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles You colour your poems so well, Emma, blending your palate to suit your subject in your unique style. I think agree with Sirat on the repetition of wine, but it doesn't detract from the quality of your work. Ann Author's Reply: Thank you Ann, The repetition of the word 'wine' was an oversight on my part - still needs some twiddling with this poem. Emma:-) Slovitt on 10-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles Emma: Perhaps, 'I once rouged my nipples' which gives a certain tactile quality to the line, and the 'my' makes it more personal. And, in the six lines beginning 'Of course your paintings never sell'/ I think a comma or two would help the reader. Similarly, the line 'we talk conversation, stilted.'/ stumbles me and I wonder if punctuation would help, or perhaps for that line and the couple preceding it, it means on the rare evenings that we spend with them we talk, conversation stilted. Finishing, your last two lines light up, are strange, and charged, though I am wondering if we are talking about smiles on corpses then is 'necrophiliac' the word you want, after all necrophilia is an activity and the dead are dead. Or, extremely strange, are the dead smiling though dead as the result of a necrophiliac engagement. But would they? I like your poem, and the laziness, and self-pampering quality of painting toenails has a certain sensuality. Swep Author's Reply: Thanks Swep Punctuation as you have probably realised is not my strong point - I am trying to improve it as I know it can alter or change the whole meaning of something. Strangely it was the title of this poem that first came to mind - a picture of ghastly painted faces of dead people in a morgue. My mind works in strange ways. Thank you for the input, it is much appreciated. Emma:-) barenib on 11-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles Emma, I found this rather more highly charged than your usual verse, lots of potent images and slightly twisted language all of which makes this a very interesting read. I too found the wine lines slightly awry, but I wasn't sure how intentional this was. A fascinating poem - John. Author's Reply: Thank you John, I must change the repetition of the word wine - somehow slipped me noticing as I read it through. Glad you found this fascinating - I wasn't too sure how it would be taken. Emma:-) AnthonyEvans on 11-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles emma, i like this BIG TIME. a great picture you paint of that partic relationship. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Thank you Anthony, I am glad you liked this big time - Its funny, but as I wrote this - I just had a good feel about it - although I know it needs some tidying. Emma:-) Sunken on 11-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles I love this Em. Thanks. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Thank you Sunken I am glad you liked this - and also for the rating - a bit of a strange poem I know - but I guess sometimes I think in strange ways. Emma:-) BlueyedSoul on 15-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles Em....I've had no chance this past week to read anything at all...so i am taking the time to read up this afternoon...and after reading your poem ..i'm so glad i did. I really loved this one. You paint toes and he paints corpses with necrophiliac smiles....i thought that quite interesting. But hey, i'm no critic i just like it the way it sounds. Author's Reply: Thank you BlueyedSoul, I'm just glad you liked this - I know its a curious poem in a lot of ways - a bit hard to explain - as its really a series of thoughts/pictures in my mind. Emma:-) Apolloneia on 18-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles I am not so sure that this poem is autobiographical. I read it many times. It certainly signifies many personal thoughts and most likely regarding a particular relationship. I'm inclined to believe that you present here how he sees the world and people and how this affects the relationship. Wine on paintings of corpses with necrophiliac smiles and then you say it looked better. Wine being very invigorating among other things. That and your putting rouge on nipples. It's an excellent poem in my opinion. Perhaps you can edit punctuation etc, but the word choice is amazing. Well done and this is a great read and should have been nibbed. Nicoletta x. Author's Reply: Thank you Nicoletta, Its not an autobiographical poem - but a series of ideas/pictures - I was struck by the grim thought of smiles on dead painted faces - it does need a tweak with punctuation - and the repetition of the word wine which was unintentional and slipped through my first read through of this. Thank also for making this a fav - and sorry for the late reply - but I've been ill with flu and out of action for the last fortnight. Emma:-) CalvinHobbes on 27-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles I see Necrophilic smile both as an oxymoron and as the central metaphor. I liked how that mataphor expanded in this introspective post. I see a thematic struggle between the metaphor and the atmosphere, so that way my expectations were not met. My concern is not on scansion grounds, it is more due to my lack of poetry of the mind... Calvin and Hobbes Author's Reply: Thanks Calvin I haven't a clue what you are going on about - but thanks to taking the time to read - all input is appreciated. Emma:-) karenuk on 28-10-2005 Necrophiliac Smiles I really like that, especially the strangely unsettling tone as if something horrible is about to happen. It definitely has an atmosphere about it, which is very effective. Karen xx Author's Reply: Thank you Karen It needs a little rewriting - but I don't know it had a feel to me - just need to smooth the edges I think Emma |
| All Because (posted on: 03-10-05) **************** I don't suppose you care to share a glass of wine, some pleasant conversation and all because the lady loves you so. She whispered in the afterglow when mellow tones reflected in the ruby shine as eyes have never seemed so clear before. A rose of passion deep inside that ever blossoms in the candlelight. So when the night it wearies so you shut the world a bud unfurled in games so written just for two. Emma Archived comments for All Because tai on 2005-10-03 09:31:31 Re: All Because Hi Emma, isn't love so sweet at times as these. I loved your little tribute to new love. I love chocolate delivered by man in black skin tight suits too!lol 9 from me Smiling Tai Author's Reply: karenuk on 2005-10-03 10:49:28 Re: All Because Some beautiful imagery here, although line 4 did remind me of the Milk Tray ad!! 🙂 Karen x Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-10-04 17:59:04 Re: All Because Emma, this is lovely - I could recognise your style here, even with no name. You capture feelings so well and share them beautifully. Ann Author's Reply: Sunken on 08-10-2005 All Because I agree with Red, you have an unmistakable style young Em. That can only be a good thing. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 09-10-2005 All Because Thank you to all who replied to this - sorry for not individual replies - I'm going through a stage with poetry that makes it hard for me to reply - many thanks you kind people Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 18-10-2005 All Because "as eyes have never seemed so clear before." what a line.. Very well written, lovely and stoical poem. Nicoletta x. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 21-10-2005 All Because Hi emerald Just caught up on my fav writers and see you haave posted this brilliant worded piece I dont know if it was intentional but I found the shortening of line length as you go thruogh the poem an effective way of saying i think this love is dying and i am loseing confidence but whatever welcome back to uk hope to see more of you regards Mike Author's Reply: Thank you Mike, I've not been around too much recently - lack of inspiration at the moment. Glad you liked this - it was a funny little piece - and not one I feel is really up to standard - but nice to write. Best wishes Emma |
| Black Roses (posted on: 19-09-05) ******************** I have seen the dark side of the moon, you handed it to me carved on a plate and we gorged upon moonbeams as stars tickled at our tastebuds. I held a long sliver in my hands and gently fed it into you. Afterwards we laughed, splashed wine into careless glasses, mopped up the debris and sealed love with a long stemmed Kiss. 🙂 Archived comments for Black Roses ruadh on 2005-09-19 11:50:32 Re: Black Roses Love it, love it. What else can I say? Yummy. ailsa Author's Reply: karenuk on 2005-09-19 12:39:35 Re: Black Roses Some beautiful description there. I loved this bit - we gorged upon moonbeams as stars tickled at our tastebuds. Karen. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-09-19 20:51:01 Re: Black Roses Hi There emerald, a beautiful love poem, full of feeling and the killer line, a very vry nice long kiss at the end. well done, regards Michael A Meddings. Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-09-20 20:56:54 Re: Black Roses A neat little ode to love--nice one... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-09-22 08:13:37 Re: Black Roses This is brilliant Em. Your own unique style shines through. I can't fault it. s u n k e n also available in red Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:52:21 Re: Black Roses Thank you Ailsa and thank you for making this a fav, sorry I am late in replying, but have little time to get on the pc at present. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:53:10 Re: Black Roses Thank you Karen, Glad you enjoyed this bit of fun - thanks for taking the time to read and comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:54:03 Re: Black Roses Thank you Mike, and apologies for the late reply - not much time at present to get on the pc. I enjoyed writing this Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:54:53 Re: Black Roses Thanks Gerry, I enjoyed writing this - a bit of fun for me Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:55:42 Re: Black Roses Thanks Sunken, Glad you liked - I enjoyed writing this poem - a relief from writing sad poems. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| No Crying Please (posted on: 12-09-05) ****************** I had to hide my tears because I promised you I would, yet it was you who broke the first rule and stood there waiting, watching as I walked through security. Impassive cold faces, and intrusive hands searching - searching those places that belonged to you. Was it sixth sense that told me to look beyond the tinted screen? You stood there watching and we waved as you turned and walked away. Afterwards I cried beneath dark glasses, feeling the wet ticklish feel of slow fat falling tears. I promised I wouldn't cry. It's easy to say that until you come to say Goodbye. Archived comments for No Crying Please tai on 2005-09-12 09:38:10 Re: No Crying Please Hi Emma, A real tear jerker this one. Sorry it made me cry, only one thing worse than goodbye! and that is no goodbye. 10 from me Crying, but not fatly Tai Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-09-12 13:02:26 Re: No Crying Please Sad poem Emma, nicely written Love Val x Author's Reply: karenuk on 2005-09-12 13:52:47 Re: No Crying Please A very visual piece with a very effective ending and a lot of excellent imagery 🙂 Karen. Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-09-12 15:01:47 Re: No Crying Please i loved this a lot, i know exactly what your saying and were your coming from. to say the truth i've experienced it my self. and its kind of sad. i just loved the last tow lines....... 'It's easy to say that until you come to say Goodbye.' a lot of things are easy to say but hard to keep and prove that is something i've learned. and so should everyone else. your getting a 10 for this cause well you deserve it. take care xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-09-12 19:08:20 Re: No Crying Please Hiya Emmy. It's good to see you back. Ya know, you have a style that is pure Em. This, like an always on broadband connection, is a very good thing. Thanks. Consider the plight of the mongoose if you get a chance. s u n k e n convinced that celine dion is an android Author's Reply: ruadh on 2005-09-12 22:38:00 Re: No Crying Please Nicely done Emma. ailsa Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-09-12 23:08:31 Re: No Crying Please sad and beautiful very nice..love Erma Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-09-13 07:14:34 Re: No Crying Please Hi Emma, Like a stranger out of the mist you return, and bring these wonders. Even men sometimes cry, long lonely tears. this one brought back that time, when I found myself again. very well done top marks. Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:49:45 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Tai, that is true - a goodbye is something to remember - sorry if it made you cry and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:50:24 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Val, It is a bit sad - glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:51:11 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Karen, Glad you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:52:29 Re: No Crying Please Thanks baby poet, Glad you got the meaning of this - we make ourselves all sorts of silly promises about what we won't do - and then of course its precisely what we do. thank you for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:54:14 Re: No Crying Please Merci Louptimide, We certainly do need security at airports - but when your trying to say goodbye to someone - its a bit obtrusive being frisked. Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:55:19 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Sunken, its nice to be back - have been away, and since getting back haven't had much time to get on the computer. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:56:52 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Mike, Have been away - and only just got back to writing anything again. Glad you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:58:41 Re: No Crying Please Thank you ailsa, Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:59:31 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Erma for reading - glad you liked this - it is a bit sad. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-09-17 13:48:00 Re: No Crying Please Very well done. Sad but a at least it produced a good poem. I liked the stragegic economical use of rhyme. Daff Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-09-22 04:02:39 Re: No Crying Please This is such a moving piece Emma... And so how it is..... anytime one says goodbye to one they love.imo. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:48:52 Re: No Crying Please Merci Loutimide A friendly security guard? Hmmm tres interessant Madame Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:49:56 Re: No Crying Please Thanks Daff, but it is a story that so far has a happy ending - thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-10-02 18:51:07 Re: No Crying Please Thank you Jolen, Goodbyes always tear at my soul, but at least you can take the memory of the time with a loved one with you. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Summertime someday (posted on: 29-08-05) *********************** Summertime - long evenings spent in solitude just the whir on darkest nights of black and white silent movies. I could pour a glass of wine light candles so the shade is light, yet intoxication is not what I need and ghosts are seen more clearly in a screen flecked room, of caricatures and slapstick clowns. I swirl dreams in ice filled glasses watching moments melt away and with my hands upsweep my hair and pretend that you're still there laughing softly as you hold scaring ever relentless time with scatterings of raffish charm and insouciant decadence of idols on a movie screen. Gold ornate mirrors are now the only company I have, I raise a glass of translucent water just wishing, wishing that someone will hear me call, before dawn slips her stranglehold but all I see are eyes that jeer; (c)EMG05 Archived comments for Summertime someday Warhorse on 2005-08-29 16:51:41 Re: Summertime someday Hi Emma, First thing first congrats on the anthology selection of your work. now, I have not found this easy. but, I applaud the flow of the lines and the impeccable sophistication of your word useage, i dont't believe many would dream of 'Insoucient decadence' and the ending is a killer with 'eyes that jeer' deeply personal I have no doubt, and for that well done. Sorry not to be more positive, but at least, I have seen how to write a flowing poem in free verse without the use of commas or capitals inappropriately. regards Mike. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-08-29 19:40:39 Re: Summertime someday Possibly I didn't understand everything here - it sounded extremely personal - but it conjured up a weird set of shifting images: old films, maybe old cinemas. (Gold mirrors - did I read too much into that?) Reminded me of Neil Sedaka's "Silent Movies", but that's quite obscure and I don't suppose you know it. Even if it left me on the outside looking in, I enjoyed it. Author's Reply: Elfstone on 2005-08-29 22:50:42 Re: Summertime someday I read and reread this emerald. It's definitely got something. I hope you won't mind if I say that I think it needs a little editing or something in the middle; the following is all one sentence and I kept getting lost in the middle of it: I swirl dreams in ice filled glasses watching moments melt away and with my hands upsweep my hair and pretend that you're still there laughing softly as you hold scaring ever relentless time with scatterings of raffish charm and insouciant decadence of idols on a movie screen. - it's around the line "laughing softly as you hold" - hold what? Maybe I'm just being a bit dense so please ignore me if you're happy with it as it is, but there is so much that is good about this that it is worth making right. Elfstone. Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-08-31 09:50:44 Re: Summertime someday emma, i love the picture you conjure up here. very atmospheric and noirish. if i was to film it, i'd put joan crawford in the starring role. some comments. 1. i don't feel 'glass of wine' is correct in this context ('intoxication is not what i need'; 'i swill dreams in ice-filled glasses') because a glass of wine can be a companion to quite philsophical musings. i think you need a cocktail here, it would also fit in with the old-time hollywood images you throw out/hint at. 2. i had difficulties with: 'and insouciant decadence/of idols on a movie screen.' 3 (small things department) i think you need to end on a full stop. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:38:38 Re: Summertime someday Thanks to everyone who read this poem - sorry I'm late in replying but I've been away and unable to get onto a computer. Not a poem I particularly like, and its not a personal poem either, more a poem of a lot of jumbled ideas. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Far Shores (posted on: 29-08-05) ********************** I walk shores, alone solitary long stretches of sand as distance yawns at me and circling scavengers only echo to mark out my endless ennui. Ahead a path to the dunes lie where the wild grasses scratch at my ankles. I could walk to the top of the earth but what is physical satisfaction in the face of mental apathy? So I walk alone, always and endlessly and its not tears I'm crying, just the sting of salt air that brings a blush to cheeks and an aching I don't know how to solve. Tides turn to places I won't return. EMG Archived comments for Far Shores Warhorse on 2005-08-29 08:48:36 Re: Far Shores Hi Emma, Some twenty years ago, I needed to get my self together about relationships. I went to the floes of Caithness for a month, complete solitude, camping on my own miles from anywhere, living of the land more orless. When I walked off the hills, it was sorted. This poem, reminded of that time. So expressive, and well done for giving me that reminder. Nicely written Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-08-29 11:10:37 Re: Far Shores Loved this poem of yours Emma, what an ending, how clear and powerful. Nicoletta:) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-08-29 15:43:38 Re: Far Shores I well remember a time when shores like this were a very necessary shelter from life's vicissitudes. Last two lines excellent. Daff Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-30 23:27:22 Re: Far Shores Those shore are not so far away emma...bring them nearer! that is all you have to do. I promise. loveed your poem 10 from me. Smiling Tai x Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-09-01 17:36:12 Re: Far Shores As strong as ever young Em. You are a class act. Respect and Weetabix. s u n k e n banning loose change Author's Reply: discopants on 2005-09-02 12:40:30 Re: Far Shores You've managed to capture the mood and create a clear picture with equal skill. Enough said. Author's Reply: Jay on 2005-09-04 02:13:23 Re: Far Shores I really liked this Emma... I could picture myself walking on this beach of yours... visual for me and very well written indeed. Jenn. Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-09-12 02:29:11 Re: Far Shores Oh Emma, What a fanstatically moving bit of poetry... Yes, visual and haunting even for me. loved this so very much. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:40:12 Re: Far Shores Thank you Jenn, Living on a small island the sea and the beaches are a part of my life. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:41:44 Re: Far Shores Thanks Mike, The sea is a part of my life - and I've spent many times walking on the beaches and dunes here - a good way to get things clear in my mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:42:32 Re: Far Shores Thank you Nicoletta, and thanks for making this a fav. I'm so glad you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:43:45 Re: Far Shores Thank you Daff, The shores are very much a part of my life. Glad you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:45:45 Re: Far Shores Thanks Tai for the rating. This poem came about because I'm thinking of moving with my youngest son to somewhere else - so have a lot on my mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:46:26 Re: Far Shores Thanks Sunken, Your comments are always lovely to read. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:47:13 Re: Far Shores Thanks disco, Glad you liked this and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:48:14 Re: Far Shores Thank you Jolen, Glad you found this moving - I was in a very reflecting mood at the time of writing this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Frozen Dreams (posted on: 19-08-05) ************* You make mine frozen dreams, where midnight waters lap at my toes. A breath is just an ocean of sighs and a cry is lost to the sound of the herring gull. I want to go to where the sea meets the horizon, and we'll sail and never know which direction we have taken. EMG Archived comments for Frozen Dreams Apolloneia on 2005-08-20 11:49:49 Re: Frozen Dreams I liked this one even more. Yeah, this one is very special. Nicoletta Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:26:35 Re: Frozen Dreams Thanks Nicoletta, of the two pieces I submitted - this is the one I like the most - and feel reflects the real me. Thanks for reading and commenting on this one. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-08-21 09:06:00 Re: Frozen Dreams Hi Thjere Emma, Hidden depths in this one, The forms of dreams, often confuse, and I have has some deep ones myself in recent months, still trying to find a way. Love the rythm of this piece and your use of the line structure. is to your norma lstansard I wont pretend to nkow the full meaning, but one to ponder over. Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 10:17:02 Re: Frozen Dreams Thanks Mike, Its not really a poem with hidden depths - more a thought, a fancy - I think of it as being quite simple, but of course I wrote it lol. I think it just expresses my wish from freedom. Emma:-) Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-08-21 10:53:29 Re: Frozen Dreams Lovely short piece this Emma. Si:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 18:44:08 Re: Frozen Dreams Thanks Si, Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for making this a Hot Story and everything. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Not crying - Living (posted on: 19-08-05) ********************** It's not really about crying, I've shed enough tears. It's not about smiling either when midnight places a kiss. I want to slide again along polished parquet floors, fly down banisters as free and as a light as a bird. I want dawn raids on tins of tarte grapefruit segments, you as lookout as I dig my hands in and just gouge a handful of succulent juice spilling fruit. Illicit games played tempting, delicious. Those stolen moments - where just living dangerously is the key to all and everything about life. So I'm not crying or even vacuously smiling. I'm capturing moments that I thought I'd forgotten. (c)EMG05 Archived comments for Not crying - Living RoyBateman on 2005-08-19 13:43:42 Re: Not crying - Living Nice title, for a start - we all know where it's borrowed from, and frankly I appreciate your more positive tone! A delightful mental journey back to the certainties of childhood - a theme you're exploring quite a bit lately, but that's not a criticism! You do it so well, and I can sense the catharsis. A lovely poem. (Didn't mean to sound cliched, but "lovely" just WAS the right word!) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-08-19 20:43:36 Re: Not crying - Living Emma, many will relate to this poem. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: alcarty on 2005-08-20 04:47:29 Re: Not crying - Living Hello, Emerald. Of course it's not about crying. This is a very open and revealing poem. 'capturing moments that I thought I'd forgotten...'. What else is writing about? That's writing, my dear! Putting down moments that are behind us; maybe twisting the facts to suit our purposes, but that's a story, isn't it? Try putting your moments down as prose, in a story. Maybe you'll lose the dark glasses and let us see your thoughts, through your eyes, on paper. Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-08-20 11:43:07 Re: Not crying - Living Not crying - Living is an excellent title and your poem has many things to say, and is written very well. "where just living dangerously is the key to and and everything about life." and "Vacuously smiling" were my favourite lines. Nicoletta xx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:27:50 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Roy, A bit of a self indulgent poem I think in some ways - but lovely is fine with me! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:29:14 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Nicoletta, I wanted to feel upbeat in this - living on an edge where it doesn't have to be mundane. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:30:20 Re: Not crying - Living Thank you Tai-Li, As always running behind with time to reply - Its a melange of funny memories and wanting fun I think. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:32:42 Re: Not crying - Living Thank you alcarty, I want to write prose, but feel I'm not ready yet - but I like your comments - writing is about utilising experiences, memories whatever - and sort of weaving them into things that suit the purpose. I do have some prose - but am never satisfied with the end result. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:33:47 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Gerry, I suppose I'm exploring the different elements of life - and wanting fun. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-08-20 18:27:22 Re: Not crying - Living Emma: This is pretty good. Perhaps 'as free, as light as a bird.'/ Perhaps at the end, an example of a 'moment you thought you'd forgotten.' Another one, to seal this off. Or not. You are writing well, without much waste. Swep Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-08-20 23:30:28 Re: Not crying - Living emma, i like the main body of this but i wonder if you really need the opening (It's not really about crying,/I've shed enough tears./It's not about smiling either/when midnight places a kiss.) and the concluding lines (So I'm not crying/or even vacuously smiling./I'm capturing moments/that I thought/I'd forgotten.) or if the main body isn't strong enough on its own. just a thought. i love that sliding across parquet floor and whizzing down bannisters, it really captures the joyfulness of life. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 10:03:01 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Swep, I can see quite a lot of room for improvement in this poem - there are parts as I re-read it now that seem untidy to me - so all suggestions are welcome. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 10:06:07 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks anthony, I think this does need a bit more tidying up - I wasn't particularly happy with quite a bit in this - essentially its meant to be a cheerful poem, yet I'm aware that the beginning does give it a maudlin feel. I shall probably come back to this at a later date - and see how I can improve it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-21 11:30:10 Re: Not crying - Living Hi Emma, this poem of yours really captures what we all want in our lives...freedom to be. IE childlike. No burdens of life responsibilites, or that's what I got from it. Every word perfect and a very well deserved nib my dear. Another reason why we write. A much better one than resentment, trauma or jealousy me thinks!!!rofl 10 from me Smiling at the thought of that bannister!lol Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 18:38:49 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Tai, I think there is always a part of us that craves a bit of freedom - glad you liked - those bannisters as a child were awesome lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: steadyeddy on 2005-08-22 13:50:53 Re: Not crying - Living good write,and so true as well, My hats off to you... Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-08-22 16:37:51 Re: Not crying - Living Hi Emma, Many before me have said, what i wanted to express about this piece. It reminded me of my own childhood, when my grandmother was a housekeeper at a big house, and I too slid down bannisters. The telling lines for me however, are the first three, they express in my view, a theme endemic in you writing of late. A sort of matter of fact look at life and that is a life, I love despite all the trevails, and a determination to not be beaten. Not a hard bitten view I hasten to add, but one made for a writer of prose. The man was correct. Dare I say, Francois Sagan. 'Amez Vous Brahms'. excuse the poor French Regards Michael A Meddings. Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-23 02:25:01 Re: Not crying - Living hi Emma, I enjoyed this, I particularly liked how you started out a bit somber but almost as if when you gained those memories you thought you'd forgotten the tone changed. Well done and congrats on the nib.Well deserved for sure. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Kazzmoss on 2005-08-23 16:56:33 Re: Not crying - Living Oh my goodness, this is so lovely. I am recently discovering that poetry can be like this, no rhyming, just words, but sometimes it is hard to find the right meaningful words. At least it is for me. You have done it perfectly. - Kazz Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-08-24 08:07:35 Re: Not crying - Living It's good to know that you're not crying young Em. Another top write from someone who is incapable of producing otherwise. Eat cornflakes. s u n k e n a dedicated follower of passion Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-27 14:53:16 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks steadyeddy, sorry for the late reply - glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-27 14:55:35 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Mike, sorry for the late reply. I'd like to do more prose, but for me at the moment poetry works better. I think my writing reflects my wish to just be free - probably rather selfishly indulgent Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-27 14:56:43 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Jolen I'm a bit late repling - but thank you for taking the time to read this. Memories are funny things - usually its the little ones that come to mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-27 14:58:44 Re: Not crying - Living Thank you Kazz, Glad you liked this - I suppose its more prose peotry than anything else - sorry for the late reply, and thanks for taking the time to read. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-27 14:59:41 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Sunken, Not producing much poetry at the moment - but I'm not crying, so thats a good thing, thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-08-31 18:39:13 Re: Not crying - Living God, what a beautiful thing! How enchanting attachment can be. I was just wondering about the use of the word 'forgotten' at the end. Would 'left' be better? I'm not sure; it's just something this exquisite needs every word to work just so. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-09-14 04:36:01 Re: Not crying - Living Thanks Rosco for making this a fav story - I'm so glad you enjoyed this, sorry about the late reply. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) (posted on: 15-08-05) ********************** They met before he became dimensionally adventurous, when he had that lean and hungry look to match a healthy overdraft. Haute cuisine was cheap red wine and bolognaise, too poor for parmesan. Potage du jour partaken with abandoned thriftiness. The taste of love was in the air, as lips kissed on long spaghetti trails, and sparrows fed on crumbs thrown from sparsely furnished rooms. But as his girth spread, love declined. freely sprinkled parmesan lost allure. Château Neuf du Pape, may have a pleasing bouquet, but the smell of love now hangs rank upon the air. ©EMG05 (rewrite) Archived comments for Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Warhorse on 2005-08-15 12:18:08 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) An Alternative view to the maxim, when poverty comes in at the door, love goes out the window, for poverty substitute girth. A hard hitting kick in the rear for couch potatoes, WELL DONE, NICE WORD POWER, Regards Mike Meddings Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-15 22:49:16 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Mike, I think this has rather died - I wrote the original of this about a year ago, but was never happy with it - a sort of look at how love can change as affluence and complacency set in I think lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-15 22:51:24 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thank you tai- li I'm glad you liked this - its a rewrite of a poem I did a while ago, which although i liked, felt needed something more to it - so couldn't resist tinkering with it. It is sort of sad in a way - perhaps a look at how life can be - remembering when all was simple Emma:-) ps thank you also for the fav author - that is so kind of you. Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-08-16 22:13:51 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) I meant to comment this morning young Em but I found myself precariously positioned between a Sabra tooth tiger and a moth - which way do ya turn under such circumstances? Anyway, that's not important right now. Your words are as classy as the lady in the picture. Even when love is hanging rank, it does so with style. Well done Ms. Em. I continue to enjoy your subs more than crunchie nut cornflakes - now 'that's' a compliment. Believe. s u n k e n walking with rejects Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-17 12:44:19 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Hi Emma, fabulous little number again from you. I agree you have to work at those dimensions!lol I love the sourness of 'rank' in the final stanza. perfect but I have to give it a nine or I may get castigated!!! Oops! very painful. Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-08-17 20:12:55 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Emma, nicely crafted poem---but it ain't always like that. lol. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-08-18 02:35:50 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Very nice poem Emma. Made me feel sad and kinda lonely..love Erma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-08-18 12:01:15 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) I read this on Ann's challenge at the beeb. Loved it then. Love it now. Excellent work Emma. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:13:48 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Sunken, don't look to closely at the lady in the piccy as it is me - and a pretty frightening sight lol. Glad you liked this and thanks for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:15:11 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Tai Glad you liked this - a re-write of a poem I wrote a year ago - never worry about castigation - its more painful for men! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:16:16 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Gerry, I'm sure its not - just my weird humour at large in this lol. Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:17:02 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Erma I suppose it does have a sad ring - but then the end of love always does. Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:18:20 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Val, I'm a bit at stalemate writing wise, so decided to re-write this for Ann's challenge as I was never happy with the first edition of this. Glad you liked it and thanks for the comment. Love Emma x Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-08-21 10:49:19 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Hi Emma, I relate with that last Stanza...I see myself more as cuddly, I like to hope that love is still there? I'll ask my wife later. This is a strong write and well constructed. I liked it. Si:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-21 18:42:32 Re: Dimensionally Challenged (re-write) Thanks Si, I'm sure the love is still there - a bit of my black humour in this really - a wonder if life was more honest back when we were young and poor lol. I think it depends on the couple - and hey - whats wrong with a few love handles? Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Soft Red Leather (posted on: 12-08-05) ******************************** I am always quiet when I am in love, hugging my secret safe, encased within myself. I even smile at old shoes with leather straps frayed and so softly worn that I feel like I'm dancing in bare feet. I won't climb rooftops and shout love obscenities to the sky, but take my sandals out from the layers of tissue paper, fasten them with pride and remember the day I bought them from a little shop in Covent Garden that smelt of summer from flowers sold in cunning, blazing pots. And I was broke, but they were just something, I simply had to have. I quietly took them home sat on top a bright red bus. You see, when I'm in love I just hug the knowledge to me and nothing makes me smile quite as much as soft red leather and like you, they were worth every bit of quiet contemplative pleasure. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Soft Red Leather Sunken on 2005-08-12 08:35:16 Re: Soft Red Leather Lovely Em. I had a similar experience with a black leather thong. I hope my critique helps you in some small way. As ever, another very strong sub. Consider snowflakes in July. s u n k e n walking with ladybirds Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 16:17:34 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Tai-Li, for reading and commenting on this piece - the shoes do actually exist - but are now too fragile to wear. Glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 16:19:05 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Sunken - we all have our special little items of clothing - I hope you kept the leather thong - I will look out for it in a poem of yours. As always thanks for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-08-12 16:34:18 Re: Soft Red Leather Emma, this is lovely, you write with a rich warmth that brings the reader into the moment and your private smile 🙂 Thank you for sharing this. lena xxx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 16:45:01 Re: Soft Red Leather Thank you Lena, I wasn't sure if this was going to make it on today, as I didn't submit the poem until 4.30 this morning - Glad you enjoyed this light poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-08-12 18:08:37 Re: Soft Red Leather The withholding of the use of red in the body of the poem till the appearance of the familiar London bus gives a chromatic effect like that of a painting. It's later added again with the final description. Other details such as the tissue paper add to the delicate effect. The past and present is of course the frame. Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-08-12 20:51:13 Re: Soft Red Leather Emma--different and very effective, I liked it... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: barenib on 2005-08-12 21:48:40 Re: Soft Red Leather Emma - you have a fantastic way with nostalgia, laced as it often is with tales of love. Very enjoyable - John. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 22:54:52 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks John, I always find funny memories with writing seem to intrude at times. Glad you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 22:55:38 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Gerry, its just a gentle sort of poem - glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-12 22:57:15 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Rosco, I wrote this for a challenge on another site - meant to be about an item of clothing - and this sort of appeared from an old memory - but its a soft poem nothing harsh about it because thats how I wanted it to be. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-12 23:18:49 Re: Soft Red Leather After reading this Emma, I now see where I go wrong!lol Oh well it takes all sorts I suppose! Lovely write. 9 from me. smiling Tai Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-08-13 01:01:51 Re: Soft Red Leather I wasn't expecting this... you could say I was expecting something more erotic... but I still liked this. Great read. Great memories too. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-08-13 13:18:09 Re: Soft Red Leather Hi Emma, I got this as I browsed On holiday in Spain. It has an atmosphere and such descriptive images of the little things that remind us we are in love, Mine for some silly quirky things are a womans collar bones. The more pronounced the better, and I like the sound of running water. This reminded me od the first time I realised that small things mattered, not dramatic pronouncements. Well done Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-08-13 13:34:37 Re: Soft Red Leather A lovely, gentle poem, enjoyed the read...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-13 17:23:02 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Leila - glad you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-13 17:24:20 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Mike, You understood the poem 🙂 it is about the small things - the funny things that remind us of someone or a situation. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-13 17:25:20 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Tai, this was written for a challenge on another board - a poem that had to have an item of clothing - and this sort of appeared. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-13 17:26:55 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Claire - I can't do erotic - bitchy and biting, soft and romantic - or just off the wall - glad you liked - I suppose the title could be misleading lol - I was actually stuck to know what to call this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-13 17:54:18 Re: Soft Red Leather *sighs* Oh Emma, Too lovely..Rich descriptions and the comparisons are brilliantly done.... Blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-13 18:29:59 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Jolen, I think it is probably too soft a poem in some ways but I am glad you enjoyed - my romantic heart perhaps showing too much in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-08-14 11:11:44 Re: Soft Red Leather Something gentle and nostalgic - and it brought a wry smile to my face. I reckon everyone can identitfy with this - we all have something tucked away to stir the odd half-forgotten memory, don't ewe? Well, we should...really heartwarming, flowing write. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-15 22:47:28 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Roy, glad you could identify and smile with this - I like nostalgia, the older I get I remember funny things - some hurt, but others make me smile Emma:-) Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-08-15 22:59:06 Re: Soft Red Leather Lovely gentle write Emma. I liked it very much. Si:-) Author's Reply: Flash on 2005-08-17 07:15:40 Re: Soft Red Leather I should read more of your stuff Emma, it's like prose with rhythm and flow. Gorgeous to read...i wish i had that talent and ear. xx Flash Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:08:55 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Si, I'm glad you enjoyed - a bit of romantic fizz as I call it lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-18 19:09:44 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Flash, Glad you could stop by and read this, I'm pleased you enjoy, thanks for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-08-18 21:57:16 Re: Soft Red Leather emma, like the others, i thoroughly enjoyed this. i agree with lenchenelf when she says your work has a rich warmth to it. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2005-08-18 22:04:43 Re: Soft Red Leather This was just... quite... brilliant. It very cleverly illustrates both the absurdity of love, and the value of it, at one and the same time. Simply... brilliant. *Lovingly* Griffonner Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:35:22 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Anthony, I'm glad you felt warmth, because it was meant to be just a happy sort of feeling in this - not wild and passionate but quietly contented. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-20 15:36:33 Re: Soft Red Leather Thanks Griff, but love can be absurd can't it - sometimes its the funny things about it that stick in the mind, rather than the serious and intense - the little moments make it more special. Glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| One More (posted on: 05-08-05) *********************** It's just one more, before he steals himself and takes his adrenaline soaked self home. He drums impatient fingers on the stained and grained wooden bar. A pint, and a chaser taken with hands that slightly shake although his face retains its studied impassivity. He won't be making it to the winners circle today or anyday, instead he'll blithely go home and shout about the roughness of his life and why egg and chips are imperative to more than just soak up guilt when the electric bill is on its way. It was just a shot, like so many others, blindfolded he aimed from the hip and sunk that everlasting sinking ship. He's not really a drinking man, but by God at times he needs to steady nerves and remember the verve of reckless paypackets, where Fridays, feeling rich he'd take the last bus home, and the weight in his pocket feeling considerably lighter. Unlike the pain in his heart which he clogs with fatty foods and stomach churning acid. He can smell the vomit from other nights and the barman never says a word, just pockets a paltry tip and fields answers, when the phone rings. It's not the loser in the bar, But the one he left at home. Archived comments for One More Warhorse on 2005-08-05 07:51:14 Re: One More Hi Emma, This is one that hit right on home to me. So much like the atmospheric memories, of others lives. Lives that I can vividly recall. Not as soft as your other work, but brilliantly worded. personally I prefer your softer moods, but there is no doubt about the passion in this one, absolutely no crit intended, needed saying and you said it with the normal excellence. Regards Michael Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-08-05 09:25:20 Re: One More Hi, Emma this is a very well written poem. Well done. Nic 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 11:11:12 Re: One More Thanks Nicoletta, for reading - glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 11:13:26 Re: One More Thanks Michael, Not sure why I wrote this poem at all, except that the thought just came into my mind of lonely lives spent in bars. I suppose it is slightly different to how I usually write, but its good to just try other things - and see how they are received. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-08-05 11:47:10 Re: One More This is a very tightly and vividly drawn portrait Emma - where did you see me? 🙂 I get a very strong and interesting image from this. I especially like:- "the barman never says a word, just pockets a paltry tip and fields answers, when the phone rings." However I am not sure about the final two lines. I think you are spelling it out too pointedly there. You have most of the references that imply the loser at home already in the poem - perhaps the last two lines could just be ommitted or another reference inserted to the loser at home or end with a reference to the loser at home that is more oblique. Enyoed reading this several times. Warm wishes David Author's Reply: Nimbus on 2005-08-05 12:01:01 Re: One More This has a nice moody feel...one nit: its-->it's (L1) Nimbus Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-08-05 12:47:12 Re: One More A strong and disturbing read Emma. very well written and constructed iMO Well done Love Val x Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-05 13:30:03 Re: One More An excellent portrayal of the pain of Alcoholism on all concerned. Very well deserve nib young lady. 10 from me. Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 14:55:38 Re: One More Thanks Val, your opinion is important to me - I really wasn't too sure about this poem. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 14:56:24 Re: One More Thank you Nimbus - those apostrophes are always eluding me - thanks for pointing out. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 14:57:59 Re: One More Thanks David, You could be right about the last two lines - I wasn't too sure about them either - but I think I wanted to convey that there are more than just one loser in a situation like this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 14:59:41 Re: One More Thanks Tai for the rating 🙂 A bit of a departure from my usual style in some ways - but I just had this picture in my mind and needed to write it down. Thanks as always for the support Emma:-) Author's Reply: e-griff on 2005-08-05 17:03:46 Re: One More OK, a coupla points did you mean 'steels' rather than 'steals' (have to ask) winner's circle then : the verve of reckless paypackets, where Fridays feeling rich he’d take the last bus home, as you've put commas in elsewhere, I think you need one after 'Fridays' and maybe one after rich (although you could get away without there - but not the first one, IMO) good poem! 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 18:16:48 Re: One More Thanks Griff - which is the correct spelling for steals or steels - I have no idea I'm sorry - I suppose I mean girding himself to do something in this instance - this is where my english lets me down. Thanks though for the pointers on punctuation - I have a love hate relationship with them - so all pointers are appreciated. Glad you liked though, and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-05 18:20:52 Re: One More Hi Emma, oh yes! This certainly is deserving of the nib and any other high praise. You conveyed the portrait of this man and the family that suffers for his drinking wonderfully. The feeling of 'the loser' is tangible. I thank you for your voice to an all to common woe. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 18:29:09 Re: One More Thank you Jolen, Your comments are really appreciated - I do have an inside knowledge about the effects of drinking and gambling, but this is the first time I've put them into a poem - and a poem like this which is not really my usual style. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-08-05 18:55:10 Re: One More Enjoyed this one Emma. Can't think of any suggestions to make this better, as it's perfect the way it is. ;^) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-08-05 18:55:30 Re: One More Emma: This is tightly written, from the first line to the last. Berryman, and Sexton, and Plath, and Lowell, would've called this confessional, and I guess it is. One writes these kind of poems until they are out of ones system. The writing is very good. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 20:17:25 Re: One More Thanks Claire, Thats really sweet of you - trouble is I see all sorts of improvements after subbing lol - but it is what I wanted to say - just needs tidying I know - Thank you for the input it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-05 20:19:19 Re: One More Thanks Swep, I don't know why I wrote this - sounds strange I know, but it was there in the back of my mind and came out - I think you are probably right - there are things we need to write out of our system - then we can go on and hopefully (please) improve. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-08-06 09:02:09 Re: One More Soooo good Em. This really is class and totally deserves the nib. A ten from me, I can't fault it. Class. s u n k e n walkin on pavements Author's Reply: richardwatt on 2005-08-06 16:20:15 Re: One More Emerald, Big fan of the 'winner's circle' part, which reminds me very much of Henry Rollins' spoken word performance and songs like "Six Pack". This is a bit more sophisticated however, I'm interested in what is happening at home for the fella in the bar: alcoholism is only a fair diagnosis when some element of responsibility is ignored. The L.A/Bukowski stereotype of the drunkard is of "killing yourself to live", yet the glamour overlooks the real victims of these drunks, these heart attack men. This is what your poem is pointing out, I feel. rickx Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-08-09 01:07:40 Re: One More Hi Emma, I found this a very thoughtful, strong piece. I wrote a piece called 'Just one more' about the problems of drink but I think yours is better. Si:-) Author's Reply: ceo61 on 2005-08-10 00:31:56 Re: One More Really like this Emma. Really well written. Best wishes Clive Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-11 03:37:43 Re: One More Thanks Sunken, for stopping by and reading this, and leaving the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-11 03:38:35 Re: One More Thanks Clive, Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-11 03:40:30 Re: One More Thanks Rick, a sort of vicious circle scenario in this, he drinks to escape, but can't escape and makes matters worse by drinking. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-11 03:41:35 Re: One More Thanks Si, Glad you liked this, I'll have to have a look at your piece if its on uka. Thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Spilt Silk (posted on: 01-08-05) *************** Silk spills from her suitcase and love is a careless thrown scarf around long elegant necks. She watches through the scented night of unfamiliar décor, as packet teas and coffees lie like soldiers on a tray. She idly wonders if he likes his coffee black, or perhaps they will dispense altogether and lie like lovers beneath crisp white sheets sharing bubbles of surprise from cheap hotel glasses. This is not the midnight raids Of laughing childhood, eating stolen food beneath a canopy and jumble of bedclothes cross legged with nightdresses bunched around their knees. Crumbs are no longer fun and fizzy drinks are bought in bottles proudly bearing labels of an indifferent champagne. If she opens the drapes just a shade will she watch that long lost innocence cavorting down unfamiliar streets? Nowadays she likes to lie with one leg possessively stretched and the lines and sinews of their bodies elongated and filled with Sated sighs. © EMG05 Archived comments for Spilt Silk tai on 2005-08-01 11:02:09 Re: Spilt Silk A lovely poem Emma, I would have liked to have seen it in 3 stanza's, separating the childhood in the second. Just a thought. A very enjoyable read though. I did wonder how come she didn't know his coffee preferences!lol Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-08-01 11:44:25 Re: Spilt Silk I thought she was a (almost 'high class') prostitute... Maybe I'm wrong!! Like the words and style in this one, Emma. Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:06:17 Re: Spilt Silk Thanks Tai, you could be right - I tend to write poems straight off - then go back into them - I'm not even sure how a childhood came into this, but it sort of wrote itself. Thanks for your comments and support, they are appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:07:33 Re: Spilt Silk Thanks Hazy, She could be I suppose, although I think she is perhaps someone who is breaking out of her mould and making love to someone without the restrictions of her upbringing. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-08-01 17:12:48 Re: Spilt Silk Hi there Emma, I have the deepest admiration for your work. As a writer of love poetry myself, it is so very important , to see love in all it's guises. And, doubly important, just as important to see, the love angle from the womans point of view. Your work, is often, soft, but with a, excuse the cliche, 'bouquet of barbed wire', I detect, a bitter sweet, irony in tnis, a love based upon, the dying embers of a fire. For all that, it is sensitive, and a cry from the heart of a woman. I am a fan of country music, not the beer and divorce genre, but the soft kind, of Emmy lou Harris, Mary Black and the like. This poem reminds me of their song 'A womans heart' if you get chance, you might like to listen to it sometime. I am sure you could down load it if you wish. A very lovely poem. Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:20:27 Re: Spilt Silk Thanks Mike, You're not the first person who has said I write bitter/sweet love poetry - It is odd, but I never intend to - but somehow it comes out that way - yet I don't think of myself as a particularly bitter person - in fact I am quite an impulsive person and tend to throw myself whole heartedly into situations - ah perhaps I have answered my own question lol. I will have a look for that song - I like most types of music - from country to classical, rock to pop. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-08-01 23:14:20 Re: Spilt Silk Hmmmm, high class lay there... is lady the correct word? Enjoyed this one hun. ;^) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-08-01 23:14:50 Re: Spilt Silk erm... lay should be lady! Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-08-02 00:15:03 Re: Spilt Silk Tantalizing handling of detail like those colonial evocations of Greene or Maughn. The exotic undertones may be metaphorical to a degree. You certainly work up to that ending: a beautifully observed senuous then sensual dramatic metaphor relating the past to the present. You're getting very, very good. I feel like I should be paying to read this. I double-checked to make sure I got the right infinitive there. Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-02 15:32:57 Re: Spilt Silk Hi Emma, I enjoyed this piece... I love the way you have said what many feel, about love and loving... We've all been molded by things and we often look back to it, but go on to something new, that's what I generally feel from this. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-08-02 20:21:42 Re: Spilt Silk hi emma, i like this piece of yours. i may have misunderstood it, though, its present. however, i'll make a few comments. 1. i think i would prefer the scarf to be 'carelessly' thrown rather than 'careless.' 2. i think i would de-pluralise the second line. 3. i think the poem might be stronger if you ended at 'cavorting down unfamiliar streets' because then you underline (what seems to me to be) the superficiality of the present when contrasted with the genuineness of the past (where crumbs were fun). best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:05:49 Re: Spilt Silk thanks Claire, and thanks for making me grin - I think she has perhaps a past - who knows - she certainly doesn't seem to know him very well. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:08:31 Re: Spilt Silk Thanks Jolen, when I wrote this it was about someone taking their first steps towards discovering who they were and accepting loving - a bit hard to explain because it is a bit ambiguous - but she's breaking out of the mold and wanting to be loved. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:10:30 Re: Spilt Silk Thanks Anthony, as you know all suggestions are welcome - and as all my poetry, things could be worked upon and improved. Thanks for taking the time to read through and offer thoughts and suggestions. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Within Pasts (posted on: 01-08-05) **************** There are scars within scars, the ones you are at pains not to show. You hear the echo of pasts and know you haven't yet cast them off. It makes you wary, and you shy, expecting that tree to fall and fall yet again. It is not logical, but who has logic in the face of hurt? I'm scared to say 'I want, I need' because if I say those words I prove my vulnerability. Archived comments for Within Pasts Warhorse on 2005-08-01 07:49:26 Re: Within Pasts Hi Emma, Beautifully put and worded. I am however burgeoned by the obvious perhaps hidden message in this poem, either for reader or author, please excuse the presumption, that one first has to confront the 'ghost' of your past, before you ever begin to lay them. Another excellent example of your work, You get better and better Ma'am, little old fashioned I know, but your details show you as a school teacher Regards Mike Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-08-01 11:24:05 Re: Within Pasts Ah, but if you NEVER say them...who'll ever know what you want? The universal dilemma, I suppose...very thought-provoking, and a theme that we can all identify with. Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-08-01 15:39:38 Re: Within Pasts Hey Emma... this is great kind of reminds me of myself. loved the post take care xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:08:52 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Baby Poet, I'm always being told I ask too many questions - so I think this sort of reflects who I am - always curious and wondering about things. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:12:02 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Mike, I teach music - so can't really call myself a school teacher - hence my hopeless punctuation and spelling. Yes you are right in that I have had to reconcile things in my life - and come to terms with the past, before being able to move forward - but I'm not perhaps quite as negative as perhaps some of poetry seems - I have quite a questioning nature about life - and like to find out why certain things hurt as much. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:13:51 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Roy, You are definitely right - we have to say them, otherwise we will just carry on in a numb shell - I suppose it is always hard to reveal certain parts of ourselves - we all have our insecurities and ghosts - but I say lets confront them - then we can live! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-08-01 18:25:02 Re: Within Pasts Hi dear Emma, I can relate to the first nine lines, and your poem is very nice and honest. Nicoletta 😉 Author's Reply: littleditty on 2005-08-01 19:30:10 Re: Within Pasts i like this so much - simply told emphasises the vulnerability too - not sure if just first person would also work too? enjoyed thanks xxxlittleditty x Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-08-02 00:53:17 Re: Within Pasts This is so good in its honesty and flow, thanks for sharing this Emma. all the best Lenax Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-08-02 07:11:26 Re: Within Pasts Yet another class sub young Em. Sometimes your pieces border on educational. Top stuff. Drink water. s u n k e n drowning in tiredness Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-02 15:34:45 Re: Within Pasts Ah yes there is the absolute truth of those scars... I loved this honest and very human piece......You are truly speaking for many here. Thank you. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-08-02 19:57:22 Re: Within Pasts One to relate to I think...I really liked.. and you shy, expecting that tree to fall and fall yet again. L Author's Reply: tai on 2005-08-02 23:44:19 Re: Within Pasts Hi emma, Yeah! I hate to swear on your work but, fuck right you do! Whenever we open up some clever tosser comes along and stomps all over our vulnerabilities. Great poem girl! I admire this sort of work Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 18:54:43 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Lena, In its present state it is still a bit raw - but when I get a thought in my head, I have to write it down straight away, usually I try to work on it a bit, but sometimes I can't seem to see how to improve it although I do know it needs it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 18:57:07 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Nicoletta, I can only ask for honest - because this is what this poem is about - its not anything special, just a voice making sense of life - but its not going to fit everyones voice - so I am glad you could relate to the first lines - we're all different - thats what makes life a wonderful experience. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 18:59:08 Re: Within Pasts Thanks littleditty, It is a poem about vulnerability - just the simple kind that I think some of us feel from time to time - it needs work to make it work as a poem properly, but it was one of those poems that just wrote itself. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:00:27 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Sunken, I don't think anyone has ever said my work is educational before lol - I just write from the obscurity of my mind - which even I don't fully understand. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:01:41 Re: Within Pasts Thank you Jolen, I'm glad you think it is honest and human, because that is what it is - a little raw in places and needs a bit of tidying. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:02:43 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Leila, Glad you could relate to this small poem - thank you for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:04:09 Re: Within Pasts Thanks Tai, Its always hard to open up - you remember the hurts and the tossers out there lol - but I suppose this is about trying again, fool that I am lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2005-08-10 03:27:00 Re: Within Pasts As Warhorse has said, your poems are getting better and better. You have always possessed a clarity of style and that style sits particularly well in pieces such as this when you infuse them with the confusion of conflicting emotions. Did that make sense? Maybe I should just have said that I liked this one a lot... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-11 03:36:12 Re: Within Pasts Thanks disco, Glad you liked this one and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Bats in my freezer (posted on: 29-07-05) ************ I have slugs in my fridge, they crawl in, in the depth of night and attack vegetation (of which there is quite a bit) usually half dead and dying the dance of the truly unholy. The bats in my freezer are quite a sight, they're neatly packaged with a clothes peg to seal them. They're dead as well, one of these days I might actually freeze something that is alive. So when I pass you the salad, please don't look askance, I'm only trying to help you achieve a diet that is both wholesome, nitreous and dangerous to health. Emma Archived comments for Bats in my freezer Warhorse on 2005-07-29 08:14:33 Re: Bats in my freezer Hi Emma, Your perfect timing and rhythm, sets this very funny piece alive. This freezer sounds as though it is full of the stuff my wife says I need to eat to keep healthy LOL When i was a boy however, and just started fishing on the local canal, we used my cousin and I to keep our maggots in my mothers fridge. It was a huge gas fridge, made by Frigidaire. Guess what happened?. Mother never forgave me. A good witty poem and your word and line structure sublime Regards Mike. Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-07-29 09:00:15 Re: Bats in my freezer If I'm invited for tea, I'll bring a pre-packed meal - nice and healthy from a supermarket!! Love it! Ann Author's Reply: shadow on 2005-07-29 11:27:52 Re: Bats in my freezer I love this! Reminds me of the contents of my fridge. Things are always getting shunted to the back, then a few weeks later they crawl out, all green and hairy ... Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-29 11:41:07 Re: Bats in my freezer Well, I've heard of bats in the belfry, but this is a novelty. I'm not coming round your house for tea - your menu planning leaves a lot to be desired, like food! Oh, you'd not invited me anyway? Mm...forgot that bit. Amusing read, though. (PS Unless you're a bat.) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:46:29 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Mike, this is a completely daft poem - result of one of my sons finding a slug on a carrot in the fridge - and the fact that I belong to a wildlife conservation group here - and about a year ago I found a dead bat - and so that numbers could be recorded - had to store him in the freezer - totally mad I know - and I can't say I was exactly overjoyed to have a dead bat in the freezer - I will hasten to add - it was wrapped up and kept well away from food. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:47:57 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Ann, Funny the reaction to this - I thought a little extra sprinkled over the salad might be quite endifying (sp) lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:49:05 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Shadow - ah a fellow gastronomic friend lol - the contents of a fridge, can be a little off putting. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:50:28 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Roy, I promise I'm not completely bats - just like to keep them in the fridge - I'm a vegetarian anyhow - so I think you might be safe - although snails are on the menu! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-07-29 20:50:02 Re: Bats in my freezer Emma, I am still coming to see you--but I think we will go out to dinner. lol. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-29 21:07:22 Re: Bats in my freezer Hi Emma, So that explains it. like minds and all that. I am an ardent conservationist. being an angler and bird watcher, I would be. We have the Red Kites come visit us here quite regularly, as we live on the back of the common about 50 acres of open common land. I am also a member of the freshwater Biological Association. Yes I am an aquatic entomologists. good luck with your sons, I nkow what they are with creepy crawlies. regards Mike. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-29 21:08:03 Re: Bats in my freezer Hi Emma, So that explains it. like minds and all that. I am an ardent conservationist. being an angler and bird watcher, I would be. We have the Red Kites come visit us here quite regularly, as we live on the back of the common about 50 acres of open common land. I am also a member of the freshwater Biological Association. Yes I am an aquatic entomologists. good luck with your sons, I nkow what they are with creepy crawlies. regards Mike. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 00:02:35 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Mike - I have a weird sense of humour at times - I suppose I am lucky where I live that we have a lot of what is now becoming rare species - I live in the countryside - and play host to quite a few of our living yet sadly declining creatures. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 00:03:27 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Gerry lol - so long as you pay - girls with bats in their freezers are a bit short of loose change. Emma:-) Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-07-30 00:33:56 Re: Bats in my freezer Delightful read Emma, really enjoyed this (I'll pass on the salad though 🙂 ) all the very best lenax Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 07:22:40 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Lena, Not sure I fancy the salad either - thanks for reading this well and truly daft poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-07-30 22:39:22 Re: Bats in my freezer Lol Emma.. Good one take care keep up your spirit xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 23:32:37 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Baby Poet - I will - and you take care as well Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-31 08:36:03 Re: Bats in my freezer Very original Em. The nib suits you well (-: s u n k Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-07-31 09:04:30 Re: Bats in my freezer Emma: I like bats, they're beautiful, soft creatures. So slugs, and bats, and you the hostess that every guest must watch carefully. This is an odd little poem, appealing with its collection of creatures, and with the contradictions of the last lines. Swep Author's Reply: e-griff on 2005-07-31 12:16:38 Re: Bats in my freezer Yes, but I have one question, my dear. What does 'nitreous' mean? 🙂 G Author's Reply: Gee on 2005-07-31 15:50:52 Re: Bats in my freezer I don't know which I enjoyed more - your poem or your explanation. I particularly loved the last verse, having had a parent who had strange ideas about certain foods. As for bats, I love them. They have such sweet little faces. Great poem and very original. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 16:56:33 Re: Bats in my freezer Merci Louptimide, I am so glad you recognise this as a completely barmy poem - It is - sometimes I just need to write a poem that is totally off the wall. Too much is made of sensible diets - I was always told, that a peck of dirt help build up immunities. Emma:-) Your comment put a really big smile on my face - thank you Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 16:59:03 Re: Bats in my freezer lol Griff - as Shywolf says, this is a totally bonkers poem - I believe nitreous oxide can be used in freezing food - but I am no scientist - and this was perhaps induced by my sons playstation game where an evil character is called Nitreous Oxide. I can't give any other explanation - I have to say, this poem was not meant to have been submitted, but I overslept on the friday, and couldn't delete it in time before it had been replied to. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:00:53 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Gee, I suppose if anything I can say about this poem, beyond how it was conceived - is that I tend to veer and live in complete chaos. I agree about bats - they are lovely creatures and I am lucky where I live that we have them nesting around us. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:02:43 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Swep, I agree bats are lovely - we have the pipestrel bat nesting where I live - and because of pollution we try and keep track of their numbers - hence this rather mad poem. I suppose I have to have a slight twist in a poem like this - but its not good writing, just me having fun. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-01 17:04:12 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Sunken, this should not have had a nib at all - I'm not sure who gives them away, but I think they must have been infected with my madness on friday lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: e-griff on 2005-08-01 17:35:06 Re: Bats in my freezer ahah! --- nitrous! --- nitrous oxide symbol: NO ...an old chemist.... Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-08-03 22:27:57 Re: Bats in my freezer Hi Emma........ I don't know why but for some reason this poem made me think of eating crackers in bed and how the old joke goes ...... He goes 'honey, I like to eat crackers in bed" she replies "That's okay, I'm used to crumbs in bed"....... Sorry, I have no idea what I am talking about...... I did like the poem and for me it was a bit like things out of control in a relationship... blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-08-04 19:12:46 Re: Bats in my freezer Thanks Jolen This poem was a bit 'bats' lol - Sometimes I write these made pieces - a sort of relief from the heavier stuff lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Crimson Sky (posted on: 25-07-05) ********************** Such thoughts are complicated in my mind and confusion draws me onto paths that I would not otherwise walk. I look up and see a crimson sky as blood then pours from my own eyes. It is brief, yet I know I have to shed blood So that I can be shown all the what ifs. She stands again like a virgin waiting, tied by need to a hobbled gate. Daddy stands there, as he never had in life his shotgun, handed down from his father with its worn wood and smoke dark grey. I keen to the sound of my child's cry as surely as I had cried as a child, when in a moment he had grabbed and held me by the throat, leaving red bruised marks. Daddy, yet in truth I never called him that He was spun by a mother's weakness and was just a tool to bend and bruise. I watch him shoot the virgin, me, and the blood that pours is clean. The virgin died, long live the virgin slain by her own hand. ''Did Daddy die?'' I hear her ask. ©EMG05 _________________ Archived comments for Crimson Sky RoyBateman on 2005-07-25 11:23:50 Re: Crimson Sky This is complex emotional stuff, Emma - I hope it's cathartic. It's not an easy read, but, then, it obviously wasn't meant to be, was it? Very chilling, throwing up all sorts of questions, and maybe we don't want to actually know the answers.... Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-25 16:39:17 Re: Crimson Sky Hi Emma, I found it easy to read, but difficult in parts to fathom. That however, is it's power. You want to come back again to this one, to find out, to explore each word; each phrase for the hidden truth subtle meaning. The truth is, that skill of the poet, encaptures the reader to want return to the enigma. I believe this poem exemplifies your range. Exasperatingly chic in much of your work, touching tradgedy in others. Well done, you will achieve the highest accolade Regards Michael. A. Meddings. Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-25 16:39:56 Re: Crimson Sky Hi Emma, I found it easy to read, but difficult in parts to fathom. That however, is it's power. You want to come back again to this one, to find out, to explore each word; each phrase for the hidden truth subtle meaning. The truth is, that skill of the poet, encaptures the reader to want return to the enigma. I believe this poem exemplifies your range. Exasperatingly chic in much of your work, touching tradgedy in others. Well done, you will achieve the highest accolade Regards Michael. A. Meddings. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:22:25 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks for the comment Roy. I don't always do easy with a poem, and I knew this one would probably be ignored. Its not an easy subject and I make no apologies for that - so thanks for taking the time to read it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:24:58 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Mike, Its not an easy poem - and to be honest I very nearly didn't post it either. Its uncomfortable at best, and not easy to fathom I know - my darker side coming out in writing - much of which I often never post. So thank you for taking the time to read and comment, it is appreciated Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-07-25 17:30:53 Re: Crimson Sky A fabulous brave write emma. Yeah! face those demons and blow them all away. The exquisitely painful lines are so many, it is hard to pick them out yet these, 'He was spun by a mother’s weakness and was just a tool to bend and bruise.' really spoke to me. Great read imo Smiling Tai I Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:37:22 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Tai, I'm glad you liked those lines because they are what is pivotal in this poem - and it wasn't easy to put them down , knowing that they would probably be not understood in a way. Sometimes we need to kick away a few cobwebs in writing, and this was my spring clean in a way lol. Thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-25 21:01:34 Re: Crimson Sky Em, this line alone is worth a ten - He was spun by a mother’s weakness and was just a tool to bend and bruise. Brilliant. I am using a dulux magicoat painting chart for my voting now. You will need to pop in to your local paint store and pick up a card. I have already awarded a lilac to young Leila and I was wondering if you would be happy with apricot? They are both very highly rated colours as you can imagine (-: Take care Em and eat a bounty bar. s u n k e n supplying del monte with oranges that he stole from Woolworth's, cause he wants to - cause he wants to. Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-07-25 22:02:39 Re: Crimson Sky nice one emma, as tai and sunk have already pointed out you have some great lines here: Daddy, yet in truth I never called him that He was spun by a mother’s weakness and was just a tool to bend and bruise. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-26 20:37:27 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Sunken, you are kind - its a strange poem and rather harsh in someways - I actually don't like this harsh side of my writing - so apricots sounds lovely and gentle which is what I prefer more when I write. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-26 20:38:50 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Anthony, I liked those lines too, because for me they were what the poem was about. Yes its obscure - I can't help that - I can be very obscure at times. So thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-26 20:53:58 Re: Crimson Sky Emma, What an amazing poem..... So much here, the depth and magnitude is overwhelming and wonderfully done. I appreciate that this must have been very difficult, but oh so worthwhile. This will cause many to think........ And that to me is one of the duties of a poet......... Which you most assurdedly are. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-26 20:58:39 Re: Crimson Sky Thank you Jolen, When I wrote this at first I didn't want to post it, but its not about sympathy its about whether its viable as a poem - I have to write using my heart and my feelings, otherwise I'm not writing poetry - and sometimes it is uncomfortable I know for others to read. Your comments are appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-07-26 23:20:44 Re: Crimson Sky Emma: Your poem's pulse is right at the surface, and beating now strongly, now wildly, but you are there and keeping a semblance of control. This is a powerful piece with depth. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-27 18:28:52 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Swep, it is hard in this sort of writing, not to get too emotive - and you have to stand back from what you write. Thank you for the encouragement. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-07-28 21:04:19 Re: Crimson Sky Dear Emma, Your poem is very complicated but I liked it a lot. I want to think that I understood the concept well enough. Nicoletta Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:43:42 Re: Crimson Sky Thank you Nicoletta, It is obscure in a lot of ways - I suppose I wanted to write it without sensationalising it or making it too mawkish - so thank you for taking the time to read this poem, it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-07-30 06:14:47 Re: Crimson Sky That last line coils back through time. The frame is complete. Deeply personal and paradoxically universal to a degree. Speaks well for poetry let alone the wonderful writer. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 07:16:28 Re: Crimson Sky Thanks Rosco, for taking the time to read this - to be honest, I expected this poem to stay firmly unread - Its not a poem I actually feel comfortable with - even though I wrote it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-07-30 15:47:07 Re: Crimson Sky I found this excellent in spite of, or because of, its scary subject. It is obviously deeply felt. I thought He was spun by a mother’s weakness and was just a tool to bend and bruise. were brilliant lines. By the way, I think you need a comma after 'me' I watch him shoot the virgin, me [,] Congratulations on a very good poem. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 23:38:11 Re: Crimson Sky Thank you Daff, my punctuation is truly dreadful I know - I do try and do appreciate pointers from people - so thank you for that. Its a strange poem I know - so much harsher than what I normally post, I tend to keep the harsher poems to myself, but for some reason I felt this had value beyond its content - perhaps wrong who knows lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| In the wings (posted on: 25-07-05) ****************** The wings of a butterfly open during the crescendo of a dance, tiny hearts fluttering as the music overcomes, and every silent drop is heard, as music lulls and calm prevails, until the symbol crash and once again she's transported and the music of dance fills her soul Archived comments for In the wings tai on 2005-07-25 17:33:59 Re: In the wings I love dancing, it is something that has kept me fit and alive, when times have seemed so hard to get through. Wonderful tonic, your poem is emma, well done indeed. Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:39:46 Re: In the wings Thanks Tai, I suppose its being a music teacher - and the way it makes me feel at times, it is a happy poem - which I enjoyed writing. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-26 20:50:01 Re: In the wings Emma, I enjoyed this a great deal, I love music and it's just so, transporting.. As well as dance, I feel this poem, much like the dance does take us someplace special. Thank you. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-26 20:54:36 Re: In the wings thanks Jolen, this was actually written for someone special - we share a lot of love of music together - silly I know to post, but I wanted to. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-28 07:32:35 Re: In the wings Hi There Emma, I noted your reply to Jolen's Comment. Nothing silly about writing poetry to someone you love, I do it all the time. This piece demonstrates not only your beautiful feelings, but also your skill in putting it into words. A lovely piece of work. Regards Mike Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:41:28 Re: In the wings Thanks Mike, More just a fledgling relationship at the moment - but he makes me smile which is nice. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Blood, Sweat and Words (posted on: 22-07-05) ******************** I don't want to write anymore, fill pages of pain torn words. It's not cathartic, just stupid feelings juxtaposed with sloppy, inept imagery. Words, letters of the alphabet, that float down in confetti streams; like the bride who balks at the alter, hiding fear behind her bouquet. No more smug groom for me, or lofty singing to the rafters. Go back, live, and when the words come, burn them. I don't want to live vicariously building castles, that I'll never inhabit, preparing feasts, I'll never consume and imbibing from that blood red metaphorical wine. I don't want to write anymore, it's just paper bars on a coffin of existence. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Blood, Sweat and Words Apolloneia on 2005-07-22 10:32:42 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Hi Emma, a very dark piece, and a good one, "go back, live and when the words come, burn them." Yes, I see exactly what you mean. This is the other side of writing, the dark one, a poem full of existential agonies and frustrations. Thanks for sharing. Apolloneia:) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-07-22 12:21:31 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words God! girl you sound more pissed off than I am! and that's saying something ((-; like the way you write those feelings out. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 19:10:51 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words lol! Thanks Val, I did write this a few weeks ago - when I was really down and fed up with life in general - and was so sick and tired of writing sad, bad poetry - but it does help at times to have a good rant. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 19:12:52 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thanks Apolloneia - sometimes writing can be so hard - and inadvertently sometimes you hit on a raw nerve and expose something of yourself that you would rather leave forgotten - it is hard to explain, but I think when you write, you sometimes explore things you would never do in ordinary life. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-22 19:57:41 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Glad you're not feeling this way at the moment Em. Your work would be missed big time. This is top stuff and deserves a nib in my opinion. Would you settle for a funsize mars bar instead? s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 22:13:19 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thanks Sunken - a funsize mars bar sound just right - you can't eat nibs - and a mars bar fills than hunger barrier! Thanks for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-23 04:44:42 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Emma, This one should have a nib, imo.. I also will take it as a fave, you managed to capture so much here from the title down..... I think many times as writers we feel this way and to expose ourselves in this fashion intentional or not does sometimes cut. Wonderful images here and all around excellent writing...... Thank you. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-23 10:05:31 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thank you Jolen, It is very kind of you to make this a fav, and really appreciated. I wrote this a few weeks ago at a low point, and feeling very negative about writing, because it seemed to hurt so much. So thank you for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-07-23 16:45:45 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words An opposite view and the same view for you Emma, but stop dreaming about castles, instead walk around the streets and cottages and find out who and what is there. I liked the poem very much and a very effective strike at the end. love David Polishing 22nd January 2005 On Sundays some people polish cars But I polish words. I get out my collection And rearrange them Into some new, satisfactory order. I use a good wash; Sometimes its `Rythym and Rhyme'; Other times `Free Verse'; But always I wax them well With some carefully applied `Punctuation'. When the shine is just right I post the polished words Up on some publicly visible site. Passers by never stop to admire my car; Sometimes they write words in its dirt, But if just one person Pauses to read my words I am more pleased Than the owner of any shiny red sports car Could possibly be. Poetry is the Retreat of Old Men January 1988 Poetry is the retreat of old men Looking for a place to die Where the World well not peer Too closely at the sad scene. Hiding amongthe words is easy, Words have no glad eyes Demanding love and incessant care; Write them and the responsibility is ended. A Poem is not a life-long commitment; They live or die independently f any further effort; The World can harm them not at all, Neither by neglect or over zealous care. Only the poet suffers the the agonies of poems. To be condemned by poetry Is a long and painful punishement For the simple crime of ever being born. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:44:02 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thanks David, I think I remember the first poem - and we all probably feel at times just how powerful words can be - perhaps as writers you have to be sensitive and able to feel - perhaps feel too much , and that causes the pain. Love Emma Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-07-24 19:45:58 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Another good one Emma...I especially like.. letters that float down in confetti streams and the last 11 lines work really well...enjoyed it...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:26:15 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thank you Leila - glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-07-30 23:02:26 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Hi Emma: I think what's coming to the surface is quite wonderful on an artistic level anyway perhaps not a personal one. Just wondered about this line: eating feasts, I’ll never consume It's "eating" rather than "preparing" that conveys the shadow fruit metaphor here. Keep going. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 23:34:49 Re: Blood, Sweat and Words Thanks Rosco - you are so right with preparing rather than eating - thanks for pointing that out - I had totally missed that. thank you for taking the time to read through my work - I'm still learning and feeling my way with poetry, although having written it for years - but mainly just for myself. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Green Baize table tops (posted on: 22-07-05) ***************** I forgive the tears and hurt, those years I sought and never found. For missing clues, and broken glass in pictures made of butterfly wings I forgive you for the summer climb, of black sloe berries sour to taste. Scratched legs and thorn pricked fingers, and lemonade in litre bottles. I forgive the middle drawer, of packet candies ruining meals. Cider hopes in wind dropped apples; and burnished brown, shiny chestnuts. I forget, and then recall, confectioner's cream that oozed and bruised, and gambled coins on green baize table tops of cards. I forget the winter storm; the icy road and falling snow; the night before the stolen day I forget, and then recall. That I forgave you long ago, the soda siphon bubbled wars and leather chairs, scratched and scored, with all the turning of the years. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Green Baize table tops Warhorse on 2005-07-22 07:53:38 Re: Green Baize table tops Hi Emma, What a sensitive reminder of my childhood and the lemonade in litre bottles. This piece has all the hallmarks of a successful one i applaud your very considerable talent again. Regards Mike. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 09:48:43 Re: Green Baize table tops Thank you Mike, I wrote this earlier this year for a challenge on another site, but sort of tucked it away as some of the memories were quite painful, although the person in question has been dead for 20 years, but they are also happy memories - and a perhaps coming to terms as I get older of accepting the loss of someone special. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-07-22 12:07:18 Re: Green Baize table tops I like this Emma, when I first read it I thought it was one of your boys that you were writing about, but in the latter half I realized it must be some other loved one. You did it with style as usual. Love Val x Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-07-22 14:22:31 Re: Green Baize table tops THis is beautifully worked Emma - the theme and variations and the rondo effect make it really sing. Well I think Val was right the first time - this is a parent balancing the pain and joys of bringing up children - bit like training my dog really - hours of pain and effort and wondering why you did it and then the moments of great ecstasy knowing you would not change it for the world!-) Warm Wishes David Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-07-22 16:01:58 Re: Green Baize table tops hey Emma this was well written kind of sad i guess but thats what makes it special i guess. keep it up xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 19:15:01 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Val, I suppose the childs voice in this is actually me as a little girl - it took me a lot of years to come to terms with my papa's death, and this is now being able to forgive him for dying. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 19:16:10 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Baby Poet - it is kind of sad, but its also a releasing of guilt, and being able to remember the good memories and not the bad ones. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 19:18:51 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks David - and thank you for the fav and HS - Its a funny sort of poem in a way - the child is actually me in this - and it is pain and joy - the pain because it took so many years to be able to remember the happy times after my papa died - and the joy, because now I can remember those times and actually tell my own children about him, and do some of things with them, that I used to do with him. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-07-22 21:25:03 Re: Green Baize table tops You have a wonderful little poem here hun. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-22 22:11:37 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Claire, for taking the time to read and comment - it is appreciated! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-07-22 22:20:34 Re: Green Baize table tops Emma: You write well, and you squarely address your life. I have a feeling that these poems of yours over the past weeks, months, aren't about the writing, but about coming to grips. That's probably intrusive, but I wish you well. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-23 10:03:29 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Swep, I think over the last few months I have been finding out more about myself through writing than I ever realised - before I used to skirt around things - maybe its more confidence in writing or just a progression as things in my life have changed a lot recently. Thanks for the comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-23 12:32:33 Re: Green Baize table tops Very evocative, Emma - a kaleidoscopic jumble of mixed memories and emotions that really builds up to a climax. You hit the spot with this. Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-07-23 12:33:57 Re: Green Baize table tops Beautifully evoked E. the soft half rhymes and rhythm sustained and complete within each stanza/memory,yet subtley linking to the next, to flow with grace. thank you for sharing this all the very best Lenax Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-07-23 14:24:05 Re: Green Baize table tops Yes there is pain and coming to terms in this, you have given the reader space as well as some powerful images...L Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-07-23 21:41:52 Re: Green Baize table tops a very nice poem, this one, emma. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-07-23 23:19:33 Re: Green Baize table tops This is an excellent poem Emma, here are some quotes I find very interesting, and I wanted to share with you: There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness. (Billings, Josh) Those who easily forgive invite offenses. (Corneille, Pierre) It is easier to forgive an enemy than a friend. (Deluzy, Madame Dorothe) Forgiveness is a virtue of the brave. (Gandhi, Indira) and last but not least: We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. Plato Nic x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:46:41 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Roy, so glad you liked - it was a a sort of snapshot of different memories in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:47:49 Re: Green Baize table tops Thank you Lena, for the kind comment, so glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:48:55 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Leila, it is very much about coming to terms with the past, and trying to be able to see through the hurt, to the happier memories. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:49:37 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Anthony, for reading and taking the time to comment. Glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 10:52:26 Re: Green Baize table tops Thank you Nic, for reading and commenting and for those quotes - forgiveness can be very hard especially to be able to forgive yourself and those you love. It is hard to forgive and be forgiven. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-07-24 17:40:39 Re: Green Baize table tops Lovely poem, Emma. There are a lot of images there that bring back my own childhood. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-24 17:42:34 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks daff - there are so many images from childhood - and I was glad to be able to find after so long the positive ones. Emma:-) Author's Reply: glennie on 2005-07-24 21:43:58 Re: Green Baize table tops Lovely writing Emma, though I'm not a poet. A real pleasure to read. Wishes, Glen. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-25 17:27:48 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Glen, glad you enjoyed this and took the time to read and comment, it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Nimbus on 2005-07-26 13:54:27 Re: Green Baize table tops Very sensitive and well written account of past. Nimbus Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-07-29 01:03:57 Re: Green Baize table tops Looks like I got it all wrong then. Forgiving your father is harder than forgiving your children - so well done, Warm wishes David Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:37:51 Re: Green Baize table tops Thank you Nimbus, and sorry for the late reply. Thanks for taking time to read and comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:40:10 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks David, I don't think you got it all wrong - its a poem I think that is probably open to interpretation from people who read it. We all see things in poems that perhaps the writer didn't make clear enough. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-07-30 06:29:00 Re: Green Baize table tops The assertion of the concrete things of memory over the broader discource till they're finally entwined and reconciled. I suppose your musical background informs the weaving of motifs. I seem to recall your work having a much harder surface. How interesting. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 07:21:36 Re: Green Baize table tops Thanks Rosco, there are certain things that I think shape you for who you are in life - and sometimes harshness is a shell you use to protect yourself with, yet underneath there is that soft part that breaks out. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-07-30 13:52:32 Re: Green Baize table tops DEar Emma, Although this is a common and popular view, you may remember that I do not really agree with this. I think that a poem is about communication, so if a reader has an interpretation that the poet did not intend there has a been a failure of communication on one side or the other. Of course this does not preclude deliberate ambiguity or enigma for poetic or dramatic or emotional effect, and it istrue sometimes that an unconscious meaning may creep in under a poet's guard. Someone pointed out an interpretation of something of mine that I only recognised after they pointed it out, cannot remember the poem. WArm Wishes David Author's Reply: |
| Goodbye (posted on: 18-07-05) ***************** I won't be there even when you call like ballerina shoes outgrown they hang upon the wall. I won't be there when the moon glows taking midnight walks alone wind whistles and I don't know. Archived comments for Goodbye tai on 2005-07-18 11:15:35 Re: Goodbye There is a deep sadness in your poem Emma. An internal confusion of self comes through for me. I know that feeling well. Take care of yourself Smiling Tai Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-18 14:54:28 Re: Goodbye How very melancholy...a lot of emotion in so few words! Thought the ballerina shoes image was particularly sad and powerful. Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-07-19 00:51:54 Re: Goodbye emma, i kinda of like this but somehow the lines don't quite fit for me. this is just off my head, so don't take it so seriously, but : first stanza. what if the second line read: 'even IF you call' or simply 'when you call.' and what if those ballerina's shoes were 'like my ballerina shoes/hanging on the wall/outgrown.' second stanza: i kind of want to reverse those second and third lines but i can see that it messes up the alone and that the alone rhymes with outgrown. somehow, i like that casual and unexpected final couplet. well, i've probably been no use but you know i read it, right? best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-19 07:20:55 Re: Goodbye In a week of subs that are far too long for a munky, this is like an oasis of literary tranquility. Em, my dear, I have absolutely no idea what I'm going on about either. Well I do, I just can't express it. I lost all communicating skills during a tragic cake mixing incident in the early eighties. I cannot speak of that right now as it is too painful. Your poems are like therapy. This is a compliment Emma. Thanks. Trade a subtle glance with a passing stranger who resembles Dirk Bogart. Oh, and eat apples. s u n k e n Living on an Island with a girl named Friday, cause he wants to - cause he wants to. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-07-19 14:59:25 Re: Goodbye I like it Emma, the hanging shoes make me very sad...love Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 17:58:16 Re: Goodbye Thanks Tai for reading a commenting - honestly, I'm not as miserable as I sound lol. I'm caught in a groove of sad bad poetry at the moment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 17:59:21 Re: Goodbye Thanks Roy, it is very melancholly - I have a thing about ballet shoes - they seem always to look so lonely when put aside or outgrown. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 18:02:03 Re: Goodbye Thanks Anthony, all comments and advice are received gratefully - I'm not particularly happy with this poem either - I know it needs a lot more work - and it is hard at times to be objective over what I write. Your comments certainly give food for thought - and I may yet play around with this and see how I can get it to scan and flow better. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 18:03:07 Re: Goodbye Thanks Sunken - it certainly is a short poem - and again a sad one - honestly I will try and cheer up my writing somehow. I always enjoy your comments. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 18:03:59 Re: Goodbye Thanks Erma, there is something about old ballet shoes just left hanging that always makes me feel sad. Glad you liked this and thank you for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-19 18:22:01 Re: Goodbye OOps. Sorry about calling you Claire...... A lack of sleep.... Anyway Emma.....Wonderful piece of poetry...Actually both these new one's of yours are very strong and poignant. I can relate to this one quite well too. Thank you for sharing it. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-07-19 18:24:17 Re: Goodbye you know Emma, this is the most valid way to say goodbye when you're still in love. I really liked your poem... you have my respect. Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-07-21 00:41:23 Re: Goodbye hey Emma this is done quiet well i thought....and i can feel where your coming from...theres a deep sadness there as you can feel it straight from the poem... but i think its kind of unfinished maybe you can expand it...but then again it gives it a special something by living it the way it is... so its up to you take care xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:42:24 Re: Goodbye Thanks Jolen - no worries about the name - I'm trying to not to write sad poems, but thats all I'm producing at the moment - glad you could relate. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:43:43 Re: Goodbye Thanks Apolloneia, glad you liked this and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:45:14 Re: Goodbye Thanks Baby Poet - It does have a sort of unfinished feel to it I know, but somehow I felt it had to end there - hard to explain - but I do feel that it does need work on this. So thank you for the comments - it is appreciated Emma:-) Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-07-21 17:47:29 Re: Goodbye Hi Emma, I'm so glad that this was short, any longer and I would be bawling! Just thought it was a great write and very emotional. Si...*sniffs* Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:56:09 Re: Goodbye lol Si - thanks for making me smile with this comment - I agree its better shorter - I would have been hysterical if I had gone on any longer I think. Trying to make my writing a bit lighter at the moment, but I seem stuck in an emotional phase with it at the moment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| That Stale taste (posted on: 15-07-05) ********************* I lied of course when I said I loved you, smiled straight into eyes that weren't true. I stroked egos while you stroked hair, but I still lied, you know. I woke at 3.00am with a dull taste in my mouth, and the glass of water beside my bed, had gone stale, and didn't quench my thirst. You lay there, and I resisted the urge to thump you hard in the ribs. I lied you know, but you lied more. Archived comments for That Stale taste Warhorse on 2005-07-15 07:54:06 Re: That Stale taste Hi There Emma, This one stirred some ghosts for me. A cutting, telling, no holds barred poem. tremendously powerful. Now I know how Maureen felt all those years ago. Maybe I shouldn't have read it. Then again, maybe, it was as well I did. Regards Warhorse. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-15 12:09:58 Re: That Stale taste What a cutting, yet honest poem - not a comfortable read! Just too near to the truth which often remains unspoken - thank goodness. Very good poem - let's hope the bleak experience so graphically portrayed is temporary - for both you and your readers! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-15 22:15:05 Re: That Stale taste Thank you Warhorse, yet sorry if this brought up old memories - time is a healer, but regrets always stay. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-15 22:16:03 Re: That Stale taste Thank you Roy - life is a curious mixture - this poem is about retaining pride even when it hurts. emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-15 22:37:56 Re: That Stale taste Very Emmaesque. Stylishly melancholy and packing a punch. Congrats on a much deserved nib young Em. s u n k e n Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-07-15 23:37:35 Re: That Stale taste hi emma, good piece, very visual. small things department: i don't think you need the apostrophe in 'ego's.' best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: niece on 2005-07-16 08:14:59 Re: That Stale taste Dear Emma, Your words bring alive the anguish and sense of deception so well. Marvellous piece ! Regds,niece Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-16 10:10:29 Re: That Stale taste Thanks Anthony - I've removed the apostrophe in egos - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-16 10:11:22 Re: That Stale taste Thank you niece, so glad you liked this - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-16 10:13:58 Re: That Stale taste Thanks Sunken - I seem to be in a melancholy poetry frame at the moment - glad you liked and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: zenbuddhist on 2005-07-16 10:31:23 Re: That Stale taste its never the lies that are the problem ....its getting caught ...ask sticky willy Clinton...Z Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-16 10:34:44 Re: That Stale taste Thanks Zen - I expect your right lol - a bit embarrassing when your caught out major time though. Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2005-07-19 00:19:41 Re: That Stale taste I like this darker side, this rummaging around in the human mind. Indeed a great read. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-19 17:56:59 Re: That Stale taste Thanks disco, I think I'm in a very rummaging around in the mind mood at them moment - and a in a dark phase. Glad you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-19 18:19:30 Re: That Stale taste Hi claire, Oh yes this is so very deserving. Wonderfully done. Nothing like an emotional kick in the gut, eh? I think of a few of us have been here. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:40:24 Re: That Stale taste Thank you Jolen, I think perhaps that many of us try to disguise when we have been hurt. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-29 18:36:56 Re: That Stale taste Merci Louptimide, Love is so complex at times, but it is best to remain honest in affairs of the heart. Madame:-) Author's Reply: |
| Four Nights (posted on: 11-07-05) *********************** The first night I arrived on my own. Streets were darkening, yet kept alive by lights in café's and couples walking arm in arm. The driver carried my forlorn bag into a bright, over ornate foyer. Preliminaries over, I checked into a room that at first glance was sultry to my eyes. I sat on the bed and, taking out my red note pad, doodled lovers' scribbles and the vagaries of life. I drank one glass of heavy merlot, and as tiredness crept I slept alone beneath covers of tightly cocooned childhood. Breakfast was solitary, as families chattered. I held my cup between two hands indulging myself in wonderings. He would arrive by lunchtime and so I placed myself behind ferns in an over-panelled side room. It's strange people watching, their lives re-enacted like a drawing room drama. I watched, and he arrived as nervously as I, love on foreign soils without familiarity of lies. Beneath rose glow we made love, then rose and explored, tasted food, drank wine Copious sensations as if before we had only fasted. We indulged in the pleasures of opulent enjoyment where we are strangers and not conformed by rules. The remaining nights we looked into each other's eyes and on the fourth, I left alone. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Four Nights tai on 2005-07-11 11:44:27 Re: Four Nights A very painful truth here emma, a cringing one at that. But such spendid surroundings, must surely compensate perhaps! Stolen love is a very tricky path to tread and your poem iluminaties this perfectly. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 14:22:14 Re: Four Nights Thanks Tai, Its probably a very lonely path to choose - think I would rather have some one love me unreservedly, than take a few stolen moments. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kazzmoss on 2005-07-11 16:13:33 Re: Four Nights Very beautifuly written, I felt I was there seeing what she was seeing. I didn't think it was poetry as listed, more like flash fiction - Kaz Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 19:44:02 Re: Four Nights Thanks Kaz, Glad you liked this - never sure how to categorise poetry as such. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-07-12 12:11:40 Re: Four Nights Excellent piece Emma thoroughly deserving the nib. Well done. Love Val x Author's Reply: Kazzmoss on 2005-07-12 14:32:23 Re: Four Nights Ah wello, then end result is the same, Emma, - a damn good read! - Kaz Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:30:08 Re: Four Nights Thanks Val, your reading and comment are appreciated. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:30:40 Re: Four Nights Thanks Kaz Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-07-14 20:33:16 Re: Four Nights Of course you have written it very well, you expressed the atmosphere and the events through fine word choice, I think it's a good poem. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-14 22:17:13 Re: Four Nights Thanks Apolloneia, I suppose it is more a prose poem than anything - just a picture or something that came into mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-14 22:41:44 Re: Four Nights This is so stylish Em. I'm glad I caught it before the new batch. You're so good setting scenes. Perfection. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-14 23:08:30 Re: Four Nights Thank you Sunken, glad you liked this poem Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Old Wounds (posted on: 11-07-05) *************** You never forget not being loved, it seeps like old wounds, the taste and texture left on cotton wool tongues. Appetite blunted, tears that pride refuses to fall. It is like the smell of wood smoke in the air, it permeates your clothes and hair; and afterwards you sit in steaming baths and rub, hiding eyes behind candlelight so that the only sparkle people see, is bounced straight from crystal glasses that shine prisms on white walls. Echoes blink, as years pass, and perhaps your hand will tremble just a tad or so. Yet the smiles you project Still hold fast the hurt inside. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Old Wounds tai on 2005-07-11 11:35:57 Re: Old Wounds Yes! I agree. Infact, I cannot imagine anything worse. Great read love tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 14:20:40 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Tai, We probably all have old wounds in some form or another. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-11 14:46:08 Re: Old Wounds This is one of those poems that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck, because it just rings so true. These things never go away...even after decades, they retain the power to flood back. Humans must be pretty frail things, eh? Excellent write, well worth the nib. Author's Reply: Kazzmoss on 2005-07-11 15:37:11 Re: Old Wounds No wonder it got great read. That was excellent! - Kaz Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-11 17:23:04 Re: Old Wounds Hi There, Old wounds, hurt the longest. Poignant expression at its best, I was particularly moved by 'tears that pride refuses to fall. It is like the smell of wood smoke in the air'. where do you find such inspiration. In a few words, you have evoked all the lingering, yet hidden, heartache of lost love. Well done, Regards Michael. A. Meddings Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-07-11 18:08:43 Re: Old Wounds A super poem and conveys the contained masked pain of a deep wound. thanks for sharing this all the best LE Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 19:45:17 Re: Old Wounds Thank you Roy, I suppose we are frail in some ways, but I like to think resillient as well. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 19:45:51 Re: Old Wounds Thank you Kaz, for the kind words. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 19:47:30 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Michael, this was written from an old sore - which I am long over, but every now and again resurfaces - although this is from childhood, not so much of relationships. Thank you for the fav as well! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-11 19:48:11 Re: Old Wounds Thank you LE, glad you could see this, wounds have a habit of reopening at times. Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-07-11 21:20:53 Re: Old Wounds Your poetry always leaves me with a feeling of something intangible - I can't quite describe it - you seem to leave the moment hanging in the air. I think I'm trying to say that I enjoyed your poem Emma. Bye now. Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-07-11 23:52:42 Re: Old Wounds Beautiful. I love poems that feel good when you read them out loud. I always read out loud. This poem felt extremely good. chrissy Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-12 07:16:26 Re: Old Wounds Another extremely well crafted piece young Em. I love the ending - so very true. I didn't notice if this was nibbed or not. Hopefully it was. Well done. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-07-12 11:24:00 Re: Old Wounds What a wonderfully descriptive sad poem, Emma. Well done on that nibby, much deserved. Really loved this one, rejection certainly is hard to take - whoever's doing the rejecting. I'm sure we've all been there at some stage in childhood or as adults, or both. Great writing. Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:32:16 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Hazy, rejection does hurt whatever age you are, and I think most people have experienced some form of it. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:33:31 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Sunken - I think Mr Nibs went on a nibbing exercise with this - but its always lovely to see one. Thanks for the comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:34:40 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Shakleton, I'm glad you enjoyed this poem, although its a bit of a sad one. Thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-12 18:35:41 Re: Old Wounds Thanks chrissy, I'm glad it read well out loud. I tend to read my poetry out loud to myself to see if it works. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-12 19:15:08 Re: Old Wounds Hi Emma, This one just stings almost as much as the real feelings you give such powerful yet eloquent voice too. Wonderful read...... Do they have a nib for that? Surely this deserved the great read one... blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-13 15:24:45 Re: Old Wounds Thank you Jolen, this sort of crept out of old memories. Thanks for the comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: bektron on 2005-07-14 17:35:19 Re: Old Wounds a lovely gulp of wine drenched melancholia, this is a behind closed doors poem,skillfuly highlighting the private rejections that mark us all, this is lovely *points down* the only sparkle people see, is bounced straight from crystal glasses that shine prisms on white walls. a beautifully observed and crafted poem which I enjoyed very much. bek Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-07-14 20:26:40 Re: Old Wounds I agree with Bek, these are my favourite lines too. For some strange reason, I didn't see this poem of yours solely as a love poem today and I liked it even more. Very well done. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-14 22:13:55 Re: Old Wounds Thank you Beks - these poems slip out sometimes without being aware of them - and your right, private rejections do leave their scars. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-14 22:15:30 Re: Old Wounds Thanks Apolloneia, it wasn't a love poem at all, more a memory of things in the distant past - that sometimes creep out and haunt. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Nothing lies between (posted on: 08-07-05) ********************** Rain spatters to the ground as I watch, heart aching with the breaking of a thunderstorm. The atmosphere between us crackles and static builds barriers and enlightenment is not found in the flash of an electric storm. A heavy sultry sun bores, boiling moisture to pour on already blistered skin. 'Kiss me' I ask, but lips that once clung are chapped and sore and we hesitate too much. Yet more lost moments as weather rents us apart. It is the beginning and end where nothing lies between Archived comments for Nothing lies between discopants on 2005-07-08 13:57:56 Re: Nothing lies between I like this one- the last few lines from 'Kiss Me' are particularly good. Good to see a few more submissions from you of late. Top hole, as one of friends would say. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:29:34 Re: Nothing lies between Thanks disco - I have been a bit quiet of late - still writing, but busy with life generally. Glad you liked, and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2005-07-08 22:00:17 Re: Nothing lies between What more can I say - I really found this an excellent piece of poetry, Emerald. *Admiringly* Griffonner Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-10 09:26:35 Re: Nothing lies between Thank you Griffonner, I'm glad you liked this - and your words are more than enough. Emma:-) Author's Reply: MrBlueFace on 2005-07-26 01:34:04 Re: Nothing lies between Hi Emma, I came to your impressive work via reading one of David / Corin's poems inspired by you. I happened to click on this one and, though near-perfect I thought I might offer a couple of suggestions. Suggestions: {-}[+](comments) - As You Like It. Rain spatters {to} the ground as I watch, heart aching[;] {with} the breaking of a thunderstorm. The atmosphere between us crackles[;] {and} static builds barriers[;] {and} enlightenment is not found in the flash of an electric storm. (Verse-split?) A heavy sultry sun bores, boiling moisture to pour on already blistered skin. 'Kiss me' I ask, ("ask" seems weak - maybe just omit "I ask") but lips that once clung are chapped and sore[;] {and} we hesitate too much. (verse split?) {Yet} more lost moments as weather rents us apart. It is the beginning and end where nothing lies between[.] The only "big" - in relative terms I must explain - glitches for me were too many "and"s. Else this was a beautifully sad poem. Thanks for the read, Emma. James. Author's Reply: MrBlueFace on 2005-07-26 11:52:22 Re: Nothing lies between Hi Emma, sorry I made an error. After aching, I should have suggested a comma, not a semi-colon. Apologies. James. Author's Reply: MrBlueFace on 2005-07-26 11:53:55 Re: Nothing lies between and another one (I wish one could edit comments - sorry again). Suggestion: The final punctuation should be a question mark, not a full stop. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-26 20:44:27 Re: Nothing lies between Thank you James - as you can probably tell, I'm not an educated writer or anything - I can only write how I feel at the time - my thoughts, my feelings - so of course in my writing there are inconsistencies and errors - I'm also lazy - I write straight how it is that I am feeling - I do now try and go back and change and rearrange etc - this was a poem I wrote that was something that came out almost spontaneious (sp). So thank you for your suggestions - I agree, there is much to be improved on in this and yes there are far too many 'ands' - as i write I tend to speak - so your hearing my silent voice as you read. Thanks for the fav and hs - and thank you also for taking the time to read through my work, it is appreciated more than you realise. Emma:-) Author's Reply: MrBlueFace on 2005-07-26 23:29:53 Re: Nothing lies between Hi Emma. My pleasure - and I mean that. Yes, I agree, you do need to polish quite a bit but the big point is that what you have is well-worth polishing. I really am impressed by what I've read so far. Thanks for the reads. Author's Reply: |
| Listening (posted on: 08-07-05) *********************** I listen, who listens to me? You slam down the phone when I don't stroke egos. And yes I've got hard, its called survival tactics But you wouldn't know about that. I'm meant to stay sweet coiled and coiffed giving you sofa smiles. Well it hurts and skin cracks when stretched taut but you wouldn't think about that. Savoir effing faire well, give it a rest, this bimbo is kicking a** (c)EMG05 Archived comments for Listening Warhorse on 2005-07-08 10:14:32 Re: Listening Hi There Emerald, I take it any man would get the message here, a brilliant take on the 'lady has turned' scenario. I particularly liked the hard bitten 'Savoir effing Faire' touch, And the last line was sublimely telling. My only slight change, but that's my old fashioned outlook, would be lady, for bimbo. From experience if I can remember that far back, lol. No man, gentleman or otherwize likes to admit that any of his 'ladies' were bimbo's. An excellent read Regards Warhorse Author's Reply: niece on 2005-07-08 12:23:58 Re: Listening Dear Emma, Good strong poem! Regds,niece Author's Reply: Frenchy on 2005-07-08 16:30:01 Re: Listening Loved the line "when I don't stroke egos" and the rest evidently. And when it hurts I'm with you on the "savoir effing faire." Take Care, Dave. Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-07-08 18:26:18 Re: Listening lolz this is great.... i really enjoyed reading this post i also think the point came across well take care xXx...:::...BaBy PoeT...:::...xXx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:31:52 Re: Listening Thanks Warhorse - this was written after a bit of light hearted fun with some friends - and exploring the kick ass sort of feel to being allowed just to be what we want. I would certainly not like to be called a bimbo seriously, but in light fun with friends its ok. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:32:54 Re: Listening Thank you niece, I did wonder if it was a little over the top, but it was a sort of mood poem that coincided with feelings at the time. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:34:08 Re: Listening Thanks Dave, I liked that line too - as when you hurt, you damn well hurt lol A mood of the moment poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:34:58 Re: Listening Thanks Baby poet, glad the point came across - every now and again we need to kick a little ass around lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-09 07:22:12 Re: Listening Hi Emmy. Loved the 'giving you sofa smiles' line. I can't understand why anyone would call you Bambi though? I don't see any resemblance at all, he was an ugly little fucka (I never fell for that sorrowful act, cartoon tears mean nothing). It's early - I may have misunderstood. Great poem though. Take care and a favourite aunt to a theater production of 'My fair lady' Thanks. s u n k e n Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-07-09 21:46:55 Re: Listening How cross were you 🙂 really like your poem Emerald thanks for sharing it. all the very best LEx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-10 09:23:20 Re: Listening Cher Loutimide, parfois une dame doit s'exprimer. Merce pour le commentaire. Madame 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-10 09:24:01 Re: Listening Thank you LE - We all need to let off a bit of steam at times. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-10 09:25:32 Re: Listening Thank you Sunken for the lovely comment - that bambi had a lot to answer for - all doe eyes and tears. Glad you liked the poem Emma:-) Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-07-10 22:17:13 Re: Listening A nice conceit. Only one proviso. It stands to reason that you can't be a tough gal and kick asterisks to avoid giving offence. Best wishes, John Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-10 22:21:27 Re: Listening Thanks John, not sure I understand your comment, no offence intended in this, just a mood poem, meaning nothing really. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Rosco on 2005-07-30 06:35:57 Re: Listening bimbo? I hardly think so. There's that surface I remember. He deserved it though. Right. I admire your range. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-30 07:19:21 Re: Listening Thanks Rosco - no not a bimbo, but fighting back which is what you have to do at times I think - I just read this back through again, and was quite surprised on rereading how harsh my tone is in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Shadow Stalking (posted on: 04-07-05) ************************ I looked over my shoulder and there you were following as usual It really annoys me as you silently brush against me Once I tried jostling you but all you did was to skip one foot in front of me. I hope it rains today because then you might just stay at home and I can continue my walk without your damn ghost like presence. If you do follow I shall stand by the kerb and watch as cars pass, running over the corpse that is you. I have no time for shadows today. Archived comments for Shadow Stalking tai on 2005-07-04 15:26:04 Re: Shadow Stalking What wonderful short shrift to those shadows Emma, I love it and will keep it in mind for the rest of my life, probably! Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:24:21 Re: Shadow Stalking Thanks Tai for the rating and the 'fav' - a bit of a funny little poem, which was inspired by an old childrens book. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-07-06 12:04:37 Re: Shadow Stalking Yes This struck a chord with me.. very well written Emma. Love Val x Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-07-06 23:03:01 Re: Shadow Stalking liked it, know that feeling...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-07 18:07:33 Re: Shadow Stalking Merci Louptimide, pour les mots gentils. Our shadows let us differentiate between dark and light. Madame:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-07 18:08:13 Re: Shadow Stalking Thanks Val, glad this struck a chord with you. Thanks for reading and commenting. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-07 18:08:42 Re: Shadow Stalking Thanks Leila - glad you liked it, thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Broken Glass (posted on: 01-07-05) **************** Is this boredom captured with distaste, of helpless nights spent in darkened hostelries. Where shadows fight for space on smoke smeared panes. The rounded shoulders and limp lace collars that sink dejectedly like pools on rutted dark wood tables. Where is time that you hide behind the raucous calls of foot stamping barks and claps on shoulder jokes. Stale hearts that can't remember as ales left to curdle in ennui. I watch you, see your drowning eyes lifeless as the carafe on empty acid dreams. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Broken Glass Apolloneia on 2005-07-01 10:03:20 Re: Broken Glass What a marvellous poem Emma, great read! Author's Reply: tai on 2005-07-01 10:38:00 Re: Broken Glass Hi Emma, A beautiful light cast on a shameful waste of life. Great poem Tai Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-07-01 12:50:39 Re: Broken Glass What great lines: Where shadows fight for space on smoke smeared panes. Great poem, Emma 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-07-01 13:08:17 Re: Broken Glass Wonderful work E, really enjoyed reading and thanks for sharing it. all the best LE Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-07-01 15:17:16 Re: Broken Glass A very strong poem with wonderfully effective images - great work Emma! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-01 21:58:02 Re: Broken Glass Hi There, You are definitely back with a vengeance, and the line structure of this piece digs out the mundane emotions nicely. your command of the euphony of the words within each line is brilliant Well worth the read. Regards M.A.Meddings Warhorse Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-02 02:19:47 Re: Broken Glass Simply Amazing........ I loved each word. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-07-02 07:48:04 Re: Broken Glass I was expecting a poem about Debbie Harry for some reason. This is brilliant young Em, I can't fault it. I seldom do that 'faulting' thing but I do speak out when something is faultless (in my opinion). I'm going to nominate this, if it hasn't been already. A truly brilliant piece. It made waking up this morning worth the effort. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 13:58:37 Re: Broken Glass Thank you Apolloneia and thanks for making this a favourite - so glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:00:01 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Tai, this was inspired by a painting. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:01:28 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Hazy, for reading and commenting - I've been in a bit of a lull with poetry recently, and this was inspired by a painting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:02:03 Re: Broken Glass Thank LE - glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:02:46 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Kat, glad you thought it worked - thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:04:21 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Warhorse, Glad you enjoyed - I was looking at a painting - and just trying to relate what the painting said to me. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:04:50 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Jolen for that very kind comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 14:06:15 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Sunken, I'd forgotten Debbie Harry had done a song by that name - thanks for the memory jolt. Thanks for nominating, I'm so pleased you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-07-02 22:19:23 Re: Broken Glass Hi Emma, I have a fondness for short lines used as effectively as this. It gives the phrasing more emphasis and you build up a nice rhythm. Somehow the limp lace collar suggests the date is back a while, may be before the war ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Oh dear, too many repeat lines mean I'm falling asleep. Will have to sign off. Lovely poem, Woodbine Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-02 22:39:15 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Woodbine - this is from a picture by Degas Absinthe - and I just used how the feeling of the picture meant to me. Emma Author's Reply: MiddleEarthNet on 2005-07-03 00:26:09 Re: Broken Glass Nice poem. To me it captures well the student atmosphere of drinking all night. Around here every bar and night club is always full of students from the university. Author's Reply: BaBy_PoeT on 2005-07-03 14:08:00 Re: Broken Glass hey Emerald.......this was really good...i enjoyed reading this.... keep it up take care xXx...:::...BaBy PoEt...:::...xXx Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-07-03 17:46:12 Re: Broken Glass Great poem. Well done for making the painting grist to your mill. I think 'ales left to curdle in ennui' is a brilliant stroke. Daff Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-07-03 17:49:48 Re: Broken Glass This sounds oh-so-horribly accurate - is someone squirming after reading this? Maybe...but as a real ale man, I promise to drink mine before it curdles. Sorry, didn't mean to sound disrespectful - this was a great poem which left a dark, empty mood lingering after it. Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-07-03 23:54:10 Re: Broken Glass Great one hun. Enjoyed this one a lot. Congrats on that nib too. Author's Reply: reckless on 2005-07-04 00:39:36 Re: Broken Glass you're probably describing many people's lives here! Nice poem, though looking dejectedly at life, well a part of it anyway. You have drawn it out very finely I think, though I have to say I used to be partial to a good old headblast in a darkened hostelry from time to time. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:15:40 Re: Broken Glass Thank you Daff - I sometimes find when I'm lacking inspiration it does help to us a picture to help draw things to mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:16:25 Re: Broken Glass Thank you Jolen, glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:17:31 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Middle - I remember my student days too lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:18:17 Re: Broken Glass Thank you Baby Poet - don't think we've met before. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Cass on 2005-07-04 18:20:20 Re: Broken Glass thought this was fantastic cass x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:20:30 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Roy, not quite sure how curdling ales came to mind lol - but (not being an ale drinker) its the smell of stale beer that you get in places that puts me off. It was quite a dark poem in some ways Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:21:22 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Claire, glad you enjoyed - not sure where the nib popped up, as it wasn't there when I first posted this, but its nice to see. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:22:27 Re: Broken Glass Thanks reckless - well the picture had a rather dejected feel to it - but a good night out in a hostelery with the right friends can be fun. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-04 18:23:00 Re: Broken Glass Thanks cass, so glad you enjoyed, and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2005-07-05 10:10:56 Re: Broken Glass Nothing like a misspent youth ay? or middle age...I really liked the curdled ales, my first job in the UK, as usual was in a pub and the smell is still with me now! Musty lives in a stale, dark dead end. Great stuff. Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-05 18:06:14 Re: Broken Glass Thanks Dazza, I think many of us have had a few nights out in our youth - I think the smell of ale has that particular odour to it which just stays in the mind. Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| A Culinary Cheek (posted on: 24-06-05) Just a silly poem 🙂 I see you naked Cooking in the kitchen A red striped butchers apron Hanging on a hook. You sample, taste Add a little pinch Singing love songs Under your breath. Sweat slides As slowly you stir A sip, a soupçon A little piquant perhaps? ©EMG05 Archived comments for A Culinary Cheek tai on 2005-06-24 13:49:27 Re: A Culinary Cheek Hi Emerald, glad to see your work again. And it seems to have changed somewhat. Blossomed, I would say. A spicy little number, to be sure. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-24 18:17:23 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thanks Tai, and thanks for the rating - I enjoyed writing this, and its nice to be back. Emma:-) Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2005-06-24 18:28:51 Re: A Culinary Cheek Hi Emerald not seen you about for ages...saying that I have only just started posting again so am getting back into checking up on everybody. I must admit your style does seem to have changed slightly...or is that me? All the best. Si. PS Loved this...silly me. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-24 18:50:01 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thanks Si, I took a break for a while, so this is the first poem I've had the courage to put on here. More a nonsense poem, but I felt I needed something a little light and frivolous. So glad you enjoyed it and thanks for commenting. Emma Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-06-24 20:38:53 Re: A Culinary Cheek A tasty little poem to return with. Change of style? No, I am sure it's to do with the width and range of your skill, Welcome back. Regards Warhorse. Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-06-24 21:30:06 Re: A Culinary Cheek It's a nice poem Emma, and cool. 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-24 22:07:20 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thank you Warhorse - I sort of lost confidence with writing for a while - and this is a bit of a first tread back here. I do write on other sites, but they are much smaller - so just a bit of a silly poem to ease my way back. Thank you for taking the time to comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-24 22:09:20 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thanks Apolloneia, A bit silly I know, but I enjoyed writing it - and a ease back into writing anything that is worth reading. Thanks for reading and commenting, it is appreciated greatly Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-06-25 07:59:08 Re: A Culinary Cheek Good to see you back young Em. I'm a sucker for saucy pieces and this is one the best as it's a kinda underlying sauce... am I making any sense? I'll just shut up and vote (if you have the vote thang activated.) God, I do go on. s u n k e n Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-06-25 16:19:36 Re: A Culinary Cheek What a lovely little poem. Very much enjoyed it. Welcome back. chrissy Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-06-26 03:16:33 Re: A Culinary Cheek Lovely piece of work, thanks for sharing it 🙂 all the best LE Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-27 18:29:15 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thank you LenchenElf - glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-27 18:30:22 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thank you chrissy, glad you enjoyed - just easing my way back into posting here. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-27 18:31:55 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thanks Sunken for reading and commenting, glad you liked - a bit saucy - but I do like a man who can cook in my kitchen Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-07-07 23:45:08 Re: A Culinary Cheek LOL>... Wondefully done..... Now where was that apron hanging from again??? :o) blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-08 19:36:07 Re: A Culinary Cheek Thanks Jolen, a little bit of fun for me writing this - not quite sure where my mind was at the time lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Taking Hearts (posted on: 22-04-05) Something light He takes my heart And doesn't know he has, With the aperitif The olive sinks slowly 'Red or white', he asks I say I have no preference Champagne would be nicer But I'm too afraid to say. I skirt the entrée around my plate While he dances lettuce leaves; I hear violins, sweet pungent tunes And hide my eyes behind Lemon scented candlelight. When he smiles, I see into his soul Rich creamy camembert Spread in bite size morsels. It's cold outside, he hands me my coat Does he linger, just a second Or does sea breeze cool an ardour? 'That was nice; I've always liked this place' I swallow air, and watch sea lights. Perhaps he feels it too The subtle strains of beating veins I don't feel the cold as it shivers up my spine. I wish this night would never end I'm afraid that if he takes me home will I ever find my heart again? ©EMG05 Archived comments for Taking Hearts Geometrix on 2005-04-22 13:33:15 Re: Taking Hearts This is so richly romantic and nicely flowing, Emerald. Geometrix Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 17:23:18 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you Geometrix, for taking the time to read and comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-04-22 18:10:34 Re: Taking Hearts Love this Emma - worthy of a nib in my eyes. Ann Author's Reply: steadyeddy on 2005-04-22 18:29:19 Re: Taking Hearts wonderful romantic poem from a wonderful romantic poet ,,I likee Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-04-22 18:36:13 Re: Taking Hearts O how lovely, thank you for a sweet poem 🙂 all the best L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 19:05:56 Re: Taking Hearts Thanks Ann, I enjoyed writing this one. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 19:06:47 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you steadyeddy, I'm afraid I am a bit of a romantic with poetry, glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 19:07:27 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you LenchenElf, glad you liked and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2005-04-22 19:28:09 Re: Taking Hearts Shall I say 'charmingly' romantic? I'm not sure... Romantic, certainly. Sweet, and if I dare say it, feminine - and that is not to denegrate it in any way. It was... yes, it's that word again... charming 🙂 Nicely written and constructed too. (smiling from the experience) Griffonner. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 20:38:26 Re: Taking Hearts Thanks Griffonner, I have no objection at all to charming - You are right it is an essentially feminine poem - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Ionicus on 2005-04-22 20:46:34 Re: Taking Hearts Even an old cynic like me could not help being captivated by this nice romantic poem. Well done, Emma. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 22:42:32 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you Ionicus - even cynics need a bit of romance from time to time. Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: len on 2005-04-23 05:28:06 Re: Taking Hearts This is as delicate as rose petals...I relly appriciate that because my style is bull in a china shop writing..This deserved the great read award thingy...len Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-23 11:19:50 Re: Taking Hearts Thanks Len, glad you liked this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: littleditty on 2005-04-23 16:58:20 Re: Taking Hearts i enjoyed this gentle poem. Scary business, falling. Thanks Emma....littleditty Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-23 19:40:03 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you littleditty - it is a gentle poem - just me being a bit quirky. thank you for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-24 19:33:58 Re: Taking Hearts Thanks Trevor, glad you liked this light romantic poem. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-06-02 19:46:13 Re: Taking Hearts Emma, As a 'last romantic hero' what can I say, it has all the beauty of the tender feelings of a first date. You have a feel for the romantic phrase as every woman should , But in truth, this is how every man wants to make a woman feel about him, if they are honest, but the machismo blots it out. Well done, keep them coming Regards Warhorse. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-06-08 18:45:17 Re: Taking Hearts Thank you Warhorse, Sorry for the late reply, was offline and didn't realise you had commented on this. Glad you enjoyed and thanks for commenting, it is much appreciated Emma Author's Reply: |
| Lilacs (posted on: 18-04-05) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~# Can you put lilacs on a grave, and watch as sorrowed hands throw their first fist of dry and cold flaked earth. Some would throw a rose with its strong scarlet bloom; a recollection of lost passions in a tumultuous memory. Throw lilacs, for if their scent means nothing to you, will it bother you as to which grave they enhance? They are the flower of perhaps, indifferent muse, they may not evoke past passions or even great derring do. Yet in your honest hour, what else will disguise the lonely scent of death. Archived comments for Lilacs Apolloneia on 2005-04-18 07:16:24 Re: Lilacs I liked it very very much dear Emma... Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-18 11:03:49 Re: Lilacs Hi emma, you are in sombre mood. Very good poem and I agree lilac is probably the scent for the job in sorrowed hands. 10 from me. love Tai Author's Reply: Geometrix on 2005-04-18 13:58:31 Re: Lilacs Poem dispenses a melancholic backdrop along its flow. Excellent work, Emma. Geometrix Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-04-18 15:10:21 Re: Lilacs A beautiful poem, Emma - brilliant work. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-04-18 18:29:11 Re: Lilacs Very evocative, and very melancholy...still enjoyed it. Highly atmospheric. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-18 19:06:17 Re: Lilacs Thank you Geometrix, for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-18 19:07:08 Re: Lilacs Thank you so much Apoloneia for reading and commenting. Glad that you liked this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-18 19:08:51 Re: Lilacs Thank you Tai, this came about as a challenge where I was asked to describe the scent of a lilac to someone who has no sense of smell. As you can see it was tricky! Thank you for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-18 19:09:18 Re: Lilacs Thank you Kat! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-18 19:10:17 Re: Lilacs Thank you Roy, it came out as far more melancholy than I intended , but glad you and enjoyed, and thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-04-20 23:50:21 Re: Lilacs Love this Emmy, you're so good with this kinda style. You don't get more honest than death. Top write, as usual. s u n k e n Take pips, I predict apples. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-21 18:32:11 Re: Lilacs Thanks Sunken, Its a bit on the sad side, I must try and get a bit more cheerful with poems now that the weather is definitely improving! Thanks as always for your lovely comments. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-04-22 18:33:58 Re: Lilacs What an interesting take here. I was pulled into this so deeply and to me it shouts out in beauty and depth. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 19:04:54 Re: Lilacs Thank you Jolen, It went far deeper than I intended it too, thank you for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-04-24 21:33:51 Re: Lilacs Beautifully done Emma and the outstanding lines for me... Throw lilacs, for if their scent means nothing to you, will it bother you as to which grave they enhance... and also the final line..L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-25 21:37:08 Re: Lilacs Thank you Leila! So glad you liked, and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Sometimes (posted on: 15-04-05) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes it's called being alone Even when you stand in a crowded room Tears fall that others don't see A hairline fracture of the heart. Sometimes the mists cloud the views Your eyes are blurred, unfocused And the smile on your face hurts Like cold ice cream eaten too quickly. Yet through it all, there is a strange Peace and contemplation – a renewing of That part of you, always held in check. Sometimes, may not be always It's just a feeling. A fractured space in time Like, sometimes I love you and others not at all. Quixotic creatures that we are We build our barriers. You blew me a kiss today Which I caught Snatched at the sky with my hand And tucked your love away. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Sometimes Apolloneia on 2005-04-15 09:09:03 Re: Sometimes I liked it very much, "a hairline fracture of the heart" "yet through it all, there is a strange peace and contemplation - a renewing of that part of you, always held in check." and a very good ending! Well done Emma! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 09:28:43 Re: Sometimes Thank you Apolloneia, I am glad you liked this, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-15 10:12:05 Re: Sometimes A beautiful poem Emma! That Quixotic word, was new to me and when when I looked it up, the shock of how well it suited my personality, was astounding! 10 from me. Relationships are very fragile sometimes, even the strongest. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 10:23:36 Re: Sometimes Thanks Tai, I think possibly as women - we can be very quixotic creatures at times. Glad you enjoyed and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-04-15 11:30:12 Re: Sometimes Lovely, optimistic feeling to this - I too liked the fourth line and the ending, but didn't get my comment in first - rats. Never mind, liked it! Author's Reply: Jen_Christabel on 2005-04-15 11:47:34 Re: Sometimes Great! I loved the last 4 lines, beautifully written. JayCee Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-04-15 11:56:14 Re: Sometimes A beautiful poem Emma. I love its gentle weaving and the subtle artistry of it. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: niece on 2005-04-15 12:44:43 Re: Sometimes Beautiful poem, Emma! "Sometimes", I feel that way too. Regds, niece Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-04-15 13:10:22 Re: Sometimes Emma. Nicely done--quite moving... Gerry. Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-04-15 14:56:51 Re: Sometimes Simply, the best of all your poems I've read, a ten, and a Favourite. But then I'm just an old romantic (with a tear in his eye). John/Woodbine Author's Reply: littleditty on 2005-04-15 15:18:58 Re: Sometimes I enjoyed this gentle read. fav line A hairline fracture of the heart. ...and the last 4 - a sweet image cut by that ugly word 'snatch'...very needy. i like it -ld Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-04-15 17:51:03 Re: Sometimes Very gentle and sweet, thanks for sharing it Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:37:39 Re: Sometimes Thanks Roy, glad you liked, and I don't mind that you didn't get your comment in first lol. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:38:23 Re: Sometimes Thank you JayCee! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:39:06 Re: Sometimes Thanks Kat, for the lovely comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:39:55 Re: Sometimes Thank you Niece, I think we often are a conflict of emotions at times. Thank you for the comment and reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:41:21 Re: Sometimes Thank you John, really glad you liked this - and there is nothing wrong with being an old romantic - a little romance goes a long way. Thanks for making this a fav Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:42:20 Re: Sometimes Thank you ld, I think we can all be a little needy when it comes to love. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 19:42:51 Re: Sometimes Thank you LenchenElf for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 20:27:32 Re: Sometimes Thanks Gerry, glad you liked and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-04-15 23:43:44 Re: Sometimes Emma this is simply amazing. Excellent fine piece of work. Author's Reply: funky on 2005-04-16 03:10:25 Re: Sometimes a good poem, I feel like that a lot when I'm in social situations. The only thing I wasn't sure about in this poem, was the phrase : Quixotic creatures. But it may grow on me... Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-04-16 08:28:42 Re: Sometimes Some great lines in this Em. More than worthy of the praise its receiving. You is too clever. s u n k e n Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-04-16 16:51:52 Re: Sometimes A nice sensitive poem. Particularly liked 'A hairline fracture of the heart.' but see I'm not alone in that. Also ' Like cold ice cream eaten too quickly.' By the way it's in first line needs apostrophe. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-16 18:10:51 Re: Sometimes Thank you Claire, so glad you liked it, and thanks for the lovely comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-16 18:11:46 Re: Sometimes Thanks Funky, I'm glad you could relate, thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-16 18:12:29 Re: Sometimes Thank you Sunken, for the lovely comment, and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-16 18:13:21 Re: Sometimes Thanks Daff, and thanks for pointing out the wayward apostrophe lol. Glad you liked this, and thank you for reading and the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-04-17 12:49:27 Re: Sometimes This is simply superb, there's so much of this I can really relate too, especially in those first few lines. It'sa very skillfully written and there's a gentle beauty and contemplative feel about it. A definite fave for me. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-17 18:00:01 Re: Sometimes Thank you shangri-la for making this a fave - I am glad you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: m on 2005-04-17 19:00:07 Re: Sometimes powerfully lovely and insightful thanks for sharing this work m Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-17 21:59:48 Re: Sometimes Thanks m, glad you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-19 19:37:46 Re: Sometimes Thanks Trevor, I can be be quick to finish a poem, or maybe I just hate getting to the end - I'm not sure lol , but I do agree, sometimes my endings are too hurried. Romance goes a long way - I'm incurable I think lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-04-20 18:08:06 Re: Sometimes Beautifully done. Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-21 18:32:58 Re: Sometimes Thank you Ward, for reading and commenting, glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2005-04-22 20:09:28 Re: Sometimes Emma, I am as mushy as the next sensitive new age guy so I am not afraid to say this moved me baby! You are a super sensitive so and so, no? Thats what makes syou a great little poet. Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-22 20:37:04 Re: Sometimes Thanks Dazza, that is one of the nicest comments I have had. Thank you for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: reckless on 22-08-2006 Sometimes Lovely sentiments, beautifully expressed. Author's Reply: |
| The Family Pew (posted on: 11-04-05) *********************** He engraved his initials in the fine old wood of the pew where, every Sunday the family en masse would sit, filing in, single file and pious expressions upon faces. The long droning voice that echoed and bored as a young boy squirmed restlessly, fidgeting stifling back big mouth stretched yawns and scratching away at playground scabs that bled forcing Mother to fumble in her handbag, and wipe and dab ~~~~~~~~~~~ Relief came once, a break from the usual monotony stirring congregation to amusement and outrage, at the lack of dignity. As the Priest, a florid man, with breath that felled all who came close misplaced his step up into the pulpit and fell with resounding crash onto the hard stone paving. The intake of sharp breaths that expelled like low whistles as eye rolling elders, who exchanged looks, and murmured words ''Scandalous'' a word to later savour ~~~~~~~~~~ Prayer books would be piled high to send crashing to the ground when all heads were bowed in prayer and silent contemplation. The echoed thud, making a satisfying sound, and escape to sit on cold floors. Where taking from his shorts pocket the prized swiss army penknife that his uncle had entrusted to his care, with finger pressed to his lips and knowing look that only a young boy would comprehend, a shared secret from man to man a certain right of passage. Carefully he would open up the blade and it was here amongst the dust that he carved his initials aged 8, and bored. Adele, his sister soon joined entwining hers with a heart. While the statue of the Virgin Mother towered above their heads. Yet, he could almost swear as her grey stoned eyes watched, that he saw the imperceptible smile at the corners of her Madonna lips. ~~~~~~~~~~ Today he crouches down and points, a finger tip brushed in memory while holding the childish hand of his son. There forever, on the once family pew a generation of carved and scratched initials from father to son, in vandal tradition A mark of generations, steeped past. They hear the step of shuffled feet as the elderly priest makes his way to stoop and bow beneath the benign statue that still smiles that enigmatic smile ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Family Pew teifii on 2005-04-11 13:32:09 Re: The Family Pew A way of life that is fading, n'est-ce pas? Excellent description. I love the ideafatue smiling at the goings on. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 23:16:13 Re: The Family Pew Thanks Daff, yes it is fading - people move around so much, but I still love going into Church. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-04-11 23:45:40 Re: The Family Pew I adore this story and it's so well written with so many wonderful lines. I love the idea of carved initials passed from father to son - 'aged 8, and bored.' that is so like an 8 year old. A fave for me. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 15:58:10 Re: The Family Pew Thank you for reading and commenting shangri-la and making this a fav. Glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 15:58:53 Re: The Family Pew Thank you Trevor, so glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Not Tonight (posted on: 11-04-05) **************** I won't be happy tonight I'll just close the drapes Play the piano sip a glass of wine. The phone's off the hook the fire is not lit It's dark outside and my heart cries Why? Archived comments for Not Tonight uppercase on 2005-04-11 15:51:56 Re: Not Tonight Sadness fills you as you read it..very good poem..Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 23:14:38 Re: Not Tonight Thanks Erma - it is a bit sad, one of those lonely moment poems. Thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-04-13 11:07:25 Re: Not Tonight Oh, what a sad little poem, Emma! A perfect picture of misery - go on, don't sip the wine, tank a few glasses down. It won't cheer you up, but it'll soon go blank. You did very well to create such atmosphere in so few words - well done! Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-04-13 20:23:41 Re: Not Tonight Closing the drapes, guzzling beer, mobile set to silent, sounds like heaven to me (-; Sorry Em, I was told recently that being facetious becomes me. I think it was a compliment. The jury's hung. Great piece that deserves a far better comment. May your heart only cry in happiness. Why? Because I say so. Respect. Believe. s u n k e n Take lessons, I predict pianos. Author's Reply: Elfstone on 2005-04-13 21:56:58 Re: Not Tonight This is very atmospheric Emerald. I feel I relate to it in a way that has nothing to do with intellectual appreciation. It is dark outside and my heart cries too often, so this speaks to me. Thanks Elfstone. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 16:01:03 Re: Not Tonight Thanks Trevor, duly corrected, and thanks for pointing out - those apostrophes get me every time. A sad mood moment poem, when one really shouldn't be. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 16:02:09 Re: Not Tonight Thanks Roy, I did want to make the poem longer, but it somehow just stopped itself at that point. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 16:03:39 Re: Not Tonight Thanks Sunken - a bit of a sad little poem, but really just a passing moment. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 16:04:50 Re: Not Tonight Thanks Elfstone, I think our hearts often cry, and we just need those moments to wallow if thats the right word, before we pick ourselves up and go on. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| The Overnight Ferry (posted on: 08-04-05) ********************** I could never sleep on the overnight Ferry Hours spent trailing, inside and out. When the weather was rough They'd bar the doors While passengers staggered Green to the 'gills'. Watching the hardy as they sat in the bar Laughing and clinging to their 'Medicinal' brew Convinced that a 'brandy' would soon do the trick. Those airless cabins, where you tossed and turned Unable to sleep as your stomach churned. But on days when the sea, Was as smooth as a pond, I'd sit on the deck Watch my world sailing by. The smokers would huddle Blowing rings to the sky, as a wind Snatched their smoke to hide in the clouds But night time was the best time As a sleeping ship rolled Onward and over a midnight sea, With waves that slapped Mistress Seas rebuke Whispering, whispering, Her wisdom and lore. The smell of the brine picked up on a breeze Teasing and tickling, Playing games with your hair, Sometimes a rebuke, as it whipped 'cross your eyes. I'd watch as the lights Shone on this mercurial Queen With her jumping white horses Sending spray in the air. Those times on the Ferry, in a floating world, Where lost in my dreams, I'd sail to the sky When everything was possible With a limitless view. Sweet Ferry dreams, if only you knew. ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Overnight Ferry margot on 2005-04-08 09:12:00 Re: The Overnight Ferry the rythym of this does evoke that sense of the sea rolling, and rolling. you've also stirred my memories with this. M Author's Reply: niece on 2005-04-08 12:33:07 Re: The Overnight Ferry This is a lovely poem, and though I've never travelled on an overnight ferry, I am sure I will be reminded of your poem when I do. Regds, niece Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-04-08 15:33:20 Re: The Overnight Ferry Emma you have made me decide I really have to renew my passport and try to get across to Britany this year. I love the night ferry and your poem really evokes it. Daff Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-04-08 17:18:47 Re: The Overnight Ferry This is so very well done that I'm looking for my spot to hang over the side. Well done and congrats on the nib..love Erma Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-04-08 18:38:08 Re: The Overnight Ferry Emma, this is a superb descriptive poem. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-04-08 19:54:37 Re: The Overnight Ferry Very atmospheric - having frequently done the night crossing to St Malo, I empathise with it wholeheartedly. Ann Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:44:29 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Erma, there's just something about sea travel (apart from being seasick) that always opens up the world far more than just sitting on a plane. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:45:14 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Margot, hope the memories were good ones. Thank you for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:46:32 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thank you Niece - I've spent a lot of time on Ferries, and when the sea is calm its lovely just to look out on a vast expanse of water. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:47:36 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Daff, you must definitely renew your passport! Travelling by sea is much more of an experience than just flying in a plane. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:48:41 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Gerry, glad you liked this - I've spent a lot of time on Ferries travelling back and forth. Although now we have a faster ferry from here - which isn't quite the same. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:49:51 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Ann - I've spent a lot of time travelling on Ferries over the years - still enjoy the experience even now (except if its rough!). Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-04-08 21:15:43 Re: The Overnight Ferry Excellent poem, hun. It has a dreamlike flow to it. Enjoyed the read. Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-04-09 01:13:15 Re: The Overnight Ferry A lovely evocotive pice Emma. love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-09 09:07:03 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Claire, glad you enjoyed the read, and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-09 09:07:45 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Val, for stopping by and reading and commenting. Love Emmaxx Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-04-09 11:25:50 Re: The Overnight Ferry This is an absolute favourite for me, there's so much energy in this piece and it flows so smoothly, I enjoyed every moment. Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-04-09 12:40:43 Re: The Overnight Ferry I can almost smell the salt now - very evocative and a fine read. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-09 15:57:22 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thank you shangri-la for making this a fav. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-09 15:58:01 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Roy, glad you liked - can't beat the smell of the sea. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: LenchenElf on 2005-04-09 19:15:29 Re: The Overnight Ferry what a smashing read, open and breezy use of language, just right for the subject, thanks for sharing this Author's Reply: pencilcase on 2005-04-09 19:53:26 Re: The Overnight Ferry Emma - enjoyed this atmospheric read that combines having a good engine with keeping the wind in its sails. Steve Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-04-09 22:34:21 Re: The Overnight Ferry Emma this works very well with a real 'rolling' feel and reminded me of many of those journeys that I've taken. It also has a sweet, dreamy feel...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 09:54:34 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Steve, glad you enjoyed this poem, and thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 09:56:25 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thank you LenchenElf, for reading and leaving a lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 09:57:21 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Leila, glad you enjoyed this, and thank you for reading a commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-04-10 17:00:24 Re: The Overnight Ferry I would ride on your ferry any day. Evocative writing that brought back memories. Thank you for sharing (as they say in all the group therapy sessions) Take care, John Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 22:57:15 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks John - Ferries do evoke a special feel I think - loved your reply made me giggle. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 22:58:51 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Trevor - I've had a few Journeys in rough weather - heads over the side and you just hope its the right side. Glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: m on 2005-04-10 23:33:42 Re: The Overnight Ferry outstanding work Emma - i got a bit tipsy while reading this fine sea tale - lol at times i get 'green to the gills' in rough seas and never understood how someone could eat sardines while rocking and rolling shipboard m Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 09:41:21 Re: The Overnight Ferry Merci Louptimide, pour la belle réponse. I am sure the good ladies of UKA will treat you very kindly. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 09:43:36 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thank you m, I hope you didn't get too tipsy with this - Some people have cast iron stomachs on these crossings - I've been known to feel quite 'green' on some of these crossings. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-04-13 04:08:28 Re: The Overnight Ferry What a delightful read, very real sense of movement and time passage... almost a daydreamy feeling for me. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-14 16:06:46 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thanks Jolen for reading and commenting, so glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-04-15 20:16:22 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thoroughly enjoyed this piece...made me remember the Channel crossings of my younger days. I was usually the only one on board not "green to the gills." Thanks for this one, Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-15 20:30:40 Re: The Overnight Ferry Thank you Ward, it's funny how so many people remember those crossings! Armed with my seasick tablets I was usually ok lol. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| It could be Rome (posted on: 04-04-05) ******************** It could be Rome in the spring if we wanted Alive to the sounds and the smells The jostling of lovers impatient And the roar of a city alive. And the man in the café is you And the girl by your side is me A photo of lovers that smile In the album of moments in time. And shopping through streets that are busy With eyes that see only love Past lingerie shops selling hope And fashions that go out of season It could be a stroll in the park Where spring has decided to flower And showers are brief as we run Beneath rainbows that stretch without end. But it's more than just Rome in the spring Or walking through parks in the rain It's more than just sipping espresso And dinners laid out just for two. It's everything more and complete It's dancing in tune to love's beat And Rome will be there in the autumn And a park is a park in the dark The eyes that we have for each other No matter the season or weather Its being with you, wherever we are Just being and seeing forever. ©EMG05 Archived comments for It could be Rome Apolloneia on 2005-04-04 08:48:35 Re: It could be Rome A classic romantic piece dear Emma. Great and sweet last lines... Well done! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 11:56:00 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Apolloneia - I wrote this at the start of the year, then forgot about it. So glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-04-04 13:02:10 Re: It could be Rome Lovely written sweet poem. I really, really loved that 2nd stanza especially. Wasn't sure about: And fashions that go out of season I think it was 'that go' that felt a little jerky to me. I'd be tempted to say something along the lines of 'soon to be last year's fashion', that's just the first thing off the top of my head, btw. My personal opinion tho... just thought I should say it. Hope you don't mind. Did likey lots, Emma 🙂 I really want a gorgeous romantic break now!! Awww. No fair! Going to Lisbon with girlie friends, but that's not the same 🙠Cheers. Hazy x PS. loves beat = love's beat Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 13:18:15 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Hazy, duly corrected to love's beat - I'm always dropping my apostrophes. Of course I don't mind - it is always interesting to get others opinions and suggestions on what I write. Writing needs input, and ideas - so thanks for the suggestions. I could do with a romantic break too - no such luck though, too broke to go anywhere this year. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-04-04 16:24:00 Re: It could be Rome A nice tender little poem--makes a nice change... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-04-04 17:24:19 Re: It could be Rome A superb poem, full of yearning and fulfilment at the end. A ten from me. Ann Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 18:19:14 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Trevor - I actually wrote this just after Christmas, then forgot about it, and only came across it the other day. Glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 18:20:24 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Gerry, I think at heart I'm more of a romantic in writing - and I like these pieces for the feel good factor they give me when writing them. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 18:21:16 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Ann, and thanks for the rating - glad you liked this - I think at heart I'm a bit of a romantic. Emma:-) Author's Reply: margot on 2005-04-05 13:44:52 Re: It could be Rome good philosophy. some very nice phrasing. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-05 16:53:52 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Margot for taking the time to read and comment on this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: MiddleEarthNet on 2005-04-05 23:40:58 Re: It could be Rome I like the pace of this piece. I felt as if it pulled me through to the end as you described the scene between the couple. Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-04-06 01:07:17 Re: It could be Rome Hi Emma - I like the atmosphere of this - the sense of mind travel and being Queen of infinite space in a nutshell. I know it is a tall order but I did feel on reading that this poem cried out for rhyme, but even so it works well. I thought that you could drop the `Ands' effectively in the penultimate verse:- It’s everything more and complete It’s dancing in tune to love's beat Rome will be there in the autumn A park is a park in the dark. Warm Wishes David Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-06 13:24:43 Re: It could be Rome Hi emma, I agree, it wouldn't matter where it was! Thats the glory of love. Great read 10 from me Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-06 18:28:22 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Middle, glad you liked this - and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-06 18:29:27 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Tai - when you're in love, anywhere looks nice - all those rose coloured spectacles! Thanks for the 10 and for reading and commenting, it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-06 18:31:16 Re: It could be Rome Hi David, I like rhyme, but I prefer to dip in and out as regards rhyming, but its an interesting thought - and I may at some point write a similar poem to this in rhyme. Thanks for the suggestions, and for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-04-07 16:11:50 Re: It could be Rome A break would be nice! You make this sound so lovely and warming. Enjoyed your poem. Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-04-07 18:11:18 Re: It could be Rome Lovely poem Emma. And as to rhyme, and this from one who really likes rhyme, I think it is here all the better for being spasmodic or incidental. If you made it regular with this subject it could be in danger of sounding less, special, more routine. I would keep it just as it is. Surprise rhymes keep[ the reader on his/her toes. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-07 18:17:10 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Claire, glad you liked it - and a break would be lovely! Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-07 18:18:51 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Daff, thats how I felt with this poem. I do like rhyme a lot, but I find these days I tend drift in and out with rhyming, just where it feels right or just happens to be incidental to the piece. Thanks for the lovely comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-04-08 07:33:19 Re: It could be Rome Hi There, Emerald, This is the perfect rhythm of lovers enjoying each others company. A masterpiece and a reminder of the way it was and is. Nostalgia and a touch of chagrin regards Warhorse. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-08 20:34:13 Re: It could be Rome Thank you Warhorse, and thanks for the 'fav'. I'm glad you enjoyed this, and thank you for reading ad commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: KJKeller on 2005-04-11 15:00:43 Re: It could be Rome Very beautiful poem. Romance to the highest degree! Well done! Regards, Kathy Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-04-11 19:58:32 Re: It could be Rome Hiya Emma, meant to comment on this last week but I got arrested for impersonating a hamster. Fair enough I guess, if I was a real hamster I'd be well pissed at an idiot like me trying to impersonate him, her. Anyway, none of this really matters. I only mention it to fill up space as my comment phobia is currently reaching new heights. I really could throw up right now. Anyway, very stylish write young Em. Kinda romantic and kinda lovely - Oh yeah, I can recognise 'lovely' when needs be. Thanks. Believe. s u n k e n Take chances, I predict greatness. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 23:11:20 Re: It could be Rome Thank you Kathy - so glad you and enjoyed, and thank you for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-11 23:13:29 Re: It could be Rome Thanks Sunken, I hope the Hamster incident is now resolved for you. I've heard that Ferrets are better to impersonate - and they are not so fragile about people doing so. Enjoying your comments as always! Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Tap, tick (posted on: 04-04-05) *************** All I hear is clocks ticking Taking time from my life Tap, tick, tap, tick I'm watching midnight hours And all you do is prowl Taking bites out of time. Remember Monday? You turned the handle And life was tipped In the chaos of your mind. I lay half clothed Coquette playing games You smiled as the clock Went Tap, tick, tap, tick Take a stick And bang it to the ground It is only time And it goes Tap, tick, tap, tick You cannot cloak time In a shroud. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Tap, tick RoyBateman on 2005-04-04 10:33:26 Re: Tap, tick Very philosophical...especially the ending. We can't cloak time, certainly, as it's only a concept...but if we're talking about simply marking its passage, our rate of decay...oh dear, it's too early in the morning for this. Still, I enjoyed it! Got the brain working. I think.... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 11:54:36 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Roy, its a piece I've been playing around with - I keep going back to change bits - glad you enjoyed it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: niece on 2005-04-04 12:18:55 Re: Tap, tick The "tap, tick" literally runs our life, doesn't it ? Nice poem. Regds, niece Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 12:47:16 Re: Tap, tick Thanks niece, it certainly does! Thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-04 12:49:45 Re: Tap, tick Hi emma, another different style from you I see. It appears you are going through a big change. I cannot really put my finger on this poem, there is sadness and resignation about it. Certainly strikes a cord with me. I gave a 9. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 13:11:42 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Tai, not really a change, but more an experiment of playing around with different styles - sometimes it works, sometimes not. Thanks for the 9 Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-04-04 15:52:38 Re: Tap, tick Interesting one. Playing around with them is fun, isn't it. Look out though, can become an obsession; I woke up in the night recentl;y doing just that. Daff Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-04-04 16:03:17 Re: Tap, tick Emma, Time and tide--- I think this worked... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 18:16:26 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Daff, it can be addictive - I like to try different styles, but I do find that there are certains ways I write, that seem to appeal more - its finding the balance I suppose - still its good to keep learning. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 18:17:13 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Gerry, glad you think it worked, its always hard to look objectively at ones own work. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: MiddleEarthNet on 2005-04-04 19:59:43 Re: Tap, tick I like this. Time is the key to everything. Without the passage of time, nothing would happen, nothing would exist. But time also destroys. Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-04-04 20:46:42 Re: Tap, tick God I feel old now after reading that!!! Not a bad poem, it makes you think about time... rather depressing in a way... time passes away so quickly. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-05 16:47:17 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Middle - time does seem to rule our lives. Glad you liked this and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-05 16:48:29 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Claire, sorry if I made you feel old! Time does seem to go very quickly - I find since having my children it seems to race even faster. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-05 16:52:53 Re: Tap, tick Merci Louptimide, I see I should have put a warning that it contained partially clad coquette's in it. I hope I have not shocked you too much - at least we must enjoy the one life we have. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-04-06 23:50:23 Re: Tap, tick I never know what I'll be reading from you next. I like that it's always interesting and very well done..love Erma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-04-07 11:47:19 Re: Tap, tick I like this extraordinary poem Emma, A bit of a change for you, but don't they say variety is the spice of life? ((-; Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-07 18:14:23 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Erma - I like to try and play around with different styles - I'm not that sure of this one, though to be honest, but its nice to see what others think. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-07 18:15:15 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Val, they certainly do - and I certainly need a bit of spicing up from time to time. Thanks for reading. Love Emma xx Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-04-07 18:15:41 Re: Tap, tick I agree completely and I did one called time that this sort of reminds me of... Isn't it funny the older we get the more we can appreciate the "time" we have and moreso the time we don't. I enjoyed this. blessings, Jolen Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-07 18:21:59 Re: Tap, tick Thank you Jolen - time is a funny thing - when we are younger we always think there is stacks of it, but as we get older it seems to go by so quickly - and we do need to appreciate all the special times all the more. Thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-10 22:55:18 Re: Tap, tick Thanks Trevor, it is a bit off centre - glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Ne me quitte pas (posted on: 01-04-05) ********************* I always loved the comfortable lady she sounded kind of fun, and when she sang Ne me quitte pas I smiled because she knew. And the skinny girls with skinny smiles never saw the joke Ne me quitte pas Like the smoke it left the room. EMG05 Archived comments for Ne me quitte pas Apolloneia on 2005-04-01 06:20:56 Re: Ne me quitte pas A lovely nostalgic poem dear Emma, excellent ending. :^) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-04-01 15:14:10 Re: Ne me quitte pas Emma, fully understood--- Do not leave me It is necessary to forget All can be forgotten... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-01 16:23:58 Re: Ne me quitte pas Merci Louptimide, pour lire ce poème, il est apprécié. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-01 16:24:44 Re: Ne me quitte pas Thank you Apolloneia, I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-01 16:25:53 Re: Ne me quitte pas Thanks Gerry, I'm glad you understood this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-04-02 13:40:25 Re: Ne me quitte pas Lovely. Took me back to my misspent youth. Daff Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-02 14:20:03 Re: Ne me quitte pas Hi emma, loved the title (once I translated it) Yes smoke is like love leaving the room. Thats what I got from your lovely poem. Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-02 16:36:02 Re: Ne me quitte pas Thanks Daff, Glad you liked this and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-02 16:37:02 Re: Ne me quitte pas Thanks Tai, A friend and I were talking about this song recently and this poem popped up as a result of that conversation. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-04-03 19:07:06 Re: Ne me quitte pas Oh balls, its at times like this that I wish I'd paid more attention to my French teacher - actually, I did pay her quite a lot of attention... she was quite fit. That'll teach me! Enjoyable all the same young Em. Au reservoir (I think that's correct) s u n k e n 'He's just a munky who's lost his way' Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-03 19:14:42 Re: Ne me quitte pas Merci Monsieur Sunken, Thank you for reading and commenting - ne me quitte pas means don't leave me - its from a very old song by jacques Breul - that somehow stuck in my mind lol - A friend reminded me of the song recently - au revoir mon ami. Emma:-) except au reservoir sounds so much better! Wish I had thought of that you clever munky. Author's Reply: Jolen on 2005-04-05 18:27:39 Re: Ne me quitte pas Fantastique ! Je suis charmé par votre écriture perspicace Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-05 19:22:43 Re: Ne me quitte pas Merci pour le commentaire très gentil et pour prendre le temps pour lire Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Kissing Ice Sculptures (posted on: 28-03-05) Not recommended Apart from the fact that I'm dead on my feet and walked 30k in my socks. That I've got nipple burn from a jog in the park and the lepers come out after dark. My ass has been pinched by a dirty mac man who lurched from the side of a bin. Yet I'm doing ok in a curious way. Its kind of you to ask. I'd blow you a kiss If I possibly could but my lips are stuck down fast, and there should be a warning at the bastille I'm storming but how was I to know? That a sculpture in ice however so nice is fatal to the lips. I'm stuck with a glow from an ice ridden blow of a 2 inch frozen p****. EMG05 Archived comments for Kissing Ice Sculptures KevTheRev on 2005-03-28 10:51:32 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Nice to laugh on a Monday ( No day off here!). Well done on a chilling small subject. Warming regards Kevin-x- Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2005-03-28 11:01:39 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Ooh... rudeness... and smiles... Giggles, and laughter. Now that's a powerful combination. I liked. (giggling) Griffonner Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-03-28 13:54:28 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures good rythmn and very visual. ('a ice' should be 'an ice'). enjoyed this one. easter greetings, anthony. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:57:45 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Kevin, glad this gave you a laugh - a bit of my alter ego came out in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:58:39 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Griffonner, glad you laughed - not sure what came over me when writing this. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:59:33 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Anthony - duly corrected, thank you. Glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-03-28 16:45:10 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Emma: Feeling slightly libidinous this morning, and probably most mornings, just playing with the subject, humorous or not, is enough to get my attention. Anyone that has ever run recognizes your 'nipple burn'. An interesting piece. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 16:52:08 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Swep, you just echoed what one of my sons said about this when he read it lol. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this rather strange poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-03-28 17:09:24 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures I really liked this. It gave me a good laugh and also reminded me of Russia where making ice statues is fairly common though I never kissed one. Loke the rhyme and the rhythm. In 'my lips are stuck down fast,' how about omitting 'down' and also 'is fatal to the lips.' omitting 'the'. It flows so well but I tripped over both those each time. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 17:14:37 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Daff, and thanks for the suggestions - I'll have a look at it - I did sort of write this as a bit of a speed experiment - totally daft of course, and not sure where I got the idea from. Glad you liked it and thanks for commenting and reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: barenib on 2005-03-28 17:54:12 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures I'd stick to lollies if I were you, at least they taste nice. A good laugh - John. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 18:43:44 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks John, I so agree - still not quite the weather yet for ice lollies. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-03-29 09:09:51 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Dear Emma, I have read your poem three or four times, I find it very witty and interesting. Somehow I feel that there is a story behind this, and I also felt that this is a satirical write written in a satirical state of mind. Very good layout, very original punctuation. I liked it, well done! Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-03-30 00:19:16 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Dear Emma, My, you do lead an eventful life! Very amusing and decadent of you. Years ago I worked with the last ice sculptor in London on some long forgotten record cover. He said swans were very popular but a real bugger because the long necks melted first and they had a habit of nosediving into the vol au vents. Good reading for the train home. All the best, John/Woodbine Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-03-30 11:31:05 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Wonderful, witty, hilarious and brilliantly written, made me laugh out loud. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-03-30 20:23:01 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Very funny, I needed a laugh today in the worst way..love Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:38:08 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Apolloneia, there is a strange story behind this poem - a lot of my work is more satirical, rather than funny - but I hope this made you smile. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:40:11 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks John (woodbine) - I'm a music teacher, but I play at loads of weddings - ice sculpures at the moment are quite the thing here - although this was based on something a long while ago. Hope the train journey is fun, and thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:41:18 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thank you shangri-la - I'm glad you enjoyed this - and found it funny. I wasn't sure when I posted it what the reaction would be. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:42:20 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thank you Erma, I glad this made you laugh - and hope you didn't have too bad a day - we all need a smile from time to time. Wishing you well Emma:-) Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-04-01 00:46:06 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Loved this, very funny and very naughty. Excellent poem. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-01 16:36:32 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks chrissy, glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-04-02 13:50:16 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Emma!!! What has gotten into you?rofl I sense a turning point in your work. Brilliant and well deserved nib. 10 from me. There is a typo 'but how I was I to know?' I'm sure someone has already pointed it out though. Smiling deeply Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-02 16:34:10 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Tai, glad you liked this - and thanks for spotting the typo, I'd totally missed it - I will go edit it. Thanks also for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Capricorn on 2005-04-04 00:31:29 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures This has brought a smile to my face tonight -- what a giggle! It's also very well written.Well done! Author's Reply: Dazza on 2005-04-04 09:45:20 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Sex can be like that if your a dog, did you have a bucket of water thrown over you? Was the thawing process as painful as I think it was? Good for a giggle but this is far worthier than that..Dazpacho. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 11:52:24 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thanks Dazza, err - fortunately it hasn't happened to me thank goodness lol. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-04-04 11:53:05 Re: Kissing Ice Sculptures Thank you Capricorn, glad it made you smile! Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| A Patched Quilt (posted on: 28-03-05) ******************** I'm tired and I can't seem to see a way out anymore. When I dug this hole, the earth was soft and moist, It felt like a blanket with its rich smell of comfort And all I longed for then, was to climb in and Cover myself up, into the tightest of bundles. Yet harsh and drying winds came, and baked the earth; Its bright orange sun scorching everything to a Dull and patched brown quilt that never quite covered. After that, the rains fell, but the earth was too hard, And it ran like lava streams, and poured relentlessly Down into my hole, so that I thought I would never Feel the warmth again. I tried scrabbling up the sides But my fingers were so numb from the cold, that I couldn't grip, and just kept falling backwards Water sloshing up the sides, painting my body With its wet mud, that when dry would stick to my Body like clay, and chap away at my skin and soul. Night after night spent screaming, until my voice Became so hoarse, and then faded to just a pitiful whimper. I heard the footsteps walk my way, but of course by then It was too late – I could not call, and they did not Look down – just walked straight ahead oblivious. Do we ever look down and see what is below our feet? I think I'll stay here, there's no way out I dug this hole – and made a grave for myself. ©EMG05 Archived comments for A Patched Quilt RoyBateman on 2005-03-28 12:35:06 Re: A Patched Quilt This is extremely powerful, Emma...the very stuff of nightmares. I shan't sleep well tonight! Come back up into the sun, please! Author's Reply: steadyeddy on 2005-03-28 13:53:08 Re: A Patched Quilt wow what a powerful Write ,,you have a brilliant way with words ,, I likee Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:54:50 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks Roy, hope it hasn't given you nightmares - a bit on the dark side from my usual 'love' stuff, thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:55:41 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks steadyeddy, glad you liked, and thanks for reading and commenting on this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-28 19:46:58 Re: A Patched Quilt Blimey, I never realised you could be so dark, young Emmy. Of course, being a bloke, i wasn't scared at all. Oh no, not me. Any piece that mentions digging is good in my book. I saw the shiniest shovel in a hardware shop recently. It was like a mirror. If I had a shovel like that I would hang it on the wall rather than dig with it... wait a sec, maybe it was a novelty mirror? I'll have to check that out. I feel a bit daft now so I'll just go. We can pretend this never happened. I'd appreciate that. Thanks. s u n k e n Take a pigeon, I predict messages. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 20:11:49 Re: A Patched Quilt lol Sunken - occasionally my dark side slips out - a sort of moonlit midnight garden effect. Thanks for reading and commenting young man - really appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-03-28 22:30:11 Re: A Patched Quilt Deep and dark, Emma. You've sent a shivver down me spine. Good stuff - well written. Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-03-28 23:19:41 Re: A Patched Quilt *claps hands grinning* Oh Emma, love it! I'm so getting into these dark poems. I think I may have problems... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 23:52:23 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks Shackleton - not too much of a shiver I hope - I have to have my darker moments from time to time. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 23:54:02 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks Claire - I do occasionally go dark - its a release of the soul I think - used to be very dark years ago - so its nice to drift back into it from time to time. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-03-30 00:45:10 Re: A Patched Quilt Chilling piece, very well done Emma. Gives me goose bumps..Erma Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-03-30 11:03:42 Re: A Patched Quilt Wow very powerful stuff and so dark and haunting, excellent! I was caught completely off guard with the title. Author's Reply: Leila on 2005-03-30 22:08:18 Re: A Patched Quilt I felt a huge sadness reading this...the struggle...nicely done...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:33:32 Re: A Patched Quilt Thank you for reading Erma - sorry for the goosebumps. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:34:59 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks Shangri-la - I suppose the title was suggestive of comfort rather than turmoil, but - for some reason it came into this poem. Thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-31 21:36:05 Re: A Patched Quilt Thanks Leila, you read this so well - it is a conflict poem which is not happy. Thank you for the perceptive comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Ships in a Desert (posted on: 25-03-05) Its love again - sorry Ships in a Desert I feel nothing in your arms, And your lips have lost their taste My thirst for your rich wines Are no longer heady, or enthral. Once I was blind, And let you guide my way Lost ships in a desert In the mirage of hopeless dreams. Those flames that used to lick Curling spirals up inside Are now just rain drenched embers Of a fire who burned too bright. And as our days meet the night Of a vernal equinox The glow of early sunrise Seems tarnished to my eyes. Once I keened for the sound Of whispers in the night Now lost like vapour trails In a long forgotten sky. Love was mellifluous In tongues and tones and shade Yet the colours that I see Are now muted and bereft I am empty, I am barren And my eyes no longer shine Autumns dry leaf Lies crumpled in your hand. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Ships in a Desert thehaven on 2005-03-25 10:13:42 Re: Ships in a Desert This sad but so true depiction of a dying love.Not to sure about the word"KEENED". But good read. Mike Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-03-25 15:15:25 Re: Ships in a Desert Very nice love poem. No one does a love poem quite like you. These would have been my words exactally if I could write poetry..love Erma Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-03-25 17:02:31 Re: Ships in a Desert Beautifully written. There is nothing as sad as love dying and you have described that wonderfully well. Please don't say sorry for writing something as excellent as this. chrissy Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-03-25 17:32:45 Re: Ships in a Desert Don't apologise for the subject matter - at least it's something we all think we know something about...even if we don't. Opening lines were excellent, and the whole was quite moving. Sad, of course, but that's life sometimes.... Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-03-26 08:16:01 Re: Ships in a Desert Hi There, Well done, guess you know what it's like. The best part, verse 3 says it all, favourite read for me. Well done, Regards Warhorse. Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-03-26 21:39:37 Re: Ships in a Desert Never apologise for writing a love poem, you do it so well. Such a sad and heart tugging piece too...very well written. 'And as our days meet the night Of a vernal equinox The glow of early sunrise Seems tarnished to my eyes.' 'Love was mellifluous In tongues and tones and shade Yet the colours that I see Are now muted and bereft I am empty, I am barren And my eyes no longer shine Autumns dry leaf Lies crumpled in your hand.' Perfect. Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-03-27 00:21:43 Re: Ships in a Desert well, emerald, i thought i was going to treat myself to a love poem before bed and i find the opposite! my favourite lines were: Once I keened for the sound/Of whispers in the night. that really captures an early stage of love. unlike shy, i think 'dry leaf' sums up the bad, bad shape the relationship is in, 'autumnal' would sound positively golden. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-03-27 12:55:45 Re: Ships in a Desert really sad this Emma and I can relate totally. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:02:50 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Mike, glad you liked - I did think of yearned, but it just didn't feel right when I wrote this. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:03:36 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Erma - thats really kind of you. Glad you liked and thank you for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:04:45 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Chrissy, I seem to be stuck in a groove of love lost at the moment - Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:05:49 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Roy - the end of an affair can seem a bit like a death - thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:07:29 Re: Ships in a Desert Merci Louptimide, all suggestions are welcome, and thank you for your kind comments. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:08:46 Re: Ships in a Desert Thank you Warhorse for making this a fav and taking the time to read and comment - love can be a funny thing at times. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:10:25 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Shangri-la - I am glad you liked this, just feel I overdo the love poetry at times. thank you for taking time to read and comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:12:24 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Anthony, its hard to know what to call a poem about love, which isn't exactly about love but about it dying. I hope I didn't upset your evening too much with this - and thank you so much for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:13:50 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Val, love can be so complicated at times, and so hurtful when it ends - glad you could relate to this sad poem, and thank you for reading and commenting. Take care and all the best Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-27 19:26:46 Re: Ships in a Desert Ahhh young Emmy, never apologize for writing about lurve, there can never be enough. It's like me having to apologize for writing about my bollocks... there was a point here, but I've totally lost what it was... Anyway, you write love poems because you're bloody good at them. Nothing wrong with that. s u n k e n Take milk, I predict human kindness. Author's Reply: Jen_Christabel on 2005-03-27 19:32:57 Re: Ships in a Desert Loved the imagery in this. JayCee Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:39:01 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Sunken, but writing about bollocks is a lot more fun - well I think so - not having got any I wouldn't know - but I enjoyed reading about yours - or shouldn't I say that? to quickly go on from there, thank you for reading and commenting on this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-27 19:39:35 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Jaycee for reading and commenting, Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-03-27 23:50:45 Re: Ships in a Desert A sad song of love, Emma. Hold on tightly now. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:53:29 Re: Ships in a Desert Thanks Shackleton, for reading and commenting on this poem Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| A dream (posted on: 21-03-05) ******************** Not alone tonight, not alone I'm holding the flame of our love Once we were lost In a landscape that time forgot, but was ours. A kiss, not a kiss but a dream a dream of our time just to be Once we were youngsters in a jungle of hope now we are older not wiser. EMG05 Archived comments for A dream Apolloneia on 2005-03-21 06:16:22 Re: A dream A good poem dear Emma, and the second stanza is very fine. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-03-21 12:08:28 Re: A dream Ahh Emma very nice. I love it. Makes you want to sleep just to dream..love Erma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-21 19:56:01 Re: A dream How come girls are so good at this kinda stuff? I really could throw up at your talented ways. See what I mean? Where was the poetry in that vile comment. Pff, I give up. I'm voting ten cause I want to. If anyone wants a fight over it, I'll meet em by the gates at home time. s u n k e n Take lemsip, I predict a cold. Author's Reply: shangri-la on 2005-03-21 20:11:42 Re: A dream I enjoyed this, especially 'Once we were youngsters in a jungle of hope now we are older not wiser' Author's Reply: mynci on 2005-03-21 21:49:26 Re: A dream hi Emerald, Not sure about the flame of our love, bit cliched, but really liked the "jungle ofhope". Good line. Take care, Mynci Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-03-21 22:07:01 Re: A dream Emma, a really gorgeous poem, beautifully written. I enjoyed it very much. And I'm giving it a ten too. chrissy Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-03-21 23:10:25 Re: A dream This is very sweet. I enjoyed this a lot. Well done. Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-03-22 00:50:37 Re: A dream An excellent piece of writing Emma - loved it! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: tai on 2005-03-22 18:44:08 Re: A dream Hi emma, I gave this a 9 purely because I enjoyed it right until the last line. Somehow I felt it could have been stronger! I'm sure you a much wiser than me in this though. A lovely place you took me to. I priviledged to have been before. A great reminder. Thanks Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:44:47 Re: A dream Thanks Erma - just a short poem as the muse has taken a holiday for a bit Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:46:16 Re: A dream Thanks Sunken - and for giving this a ten - its only a little poem - and a little bit slushy. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:47:20 Re: A dream Thanks Apolloneia, I'm struggling a bit with writing at the moment - but I think the 2nd stanza is slightly stronger Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:48:03 Re: A dream Thanks shangri-la - I preferred that bit too - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:49:10 Re: A dream Thanks Mynci, you could be right - its not what I feel is one of my better poems, thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:49:57 Re: A dream Thanks chrissy, thats really kind of you - I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for the generous rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:50:45 Re: A dream Thanks Claire for taking the time to read and comment, glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:51:20 Re: A dream Thanks Kat - glad you liked it , thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-22 18:52:54 Re: A dream Thanks Tai, You could be right - I've been struggling a bit with writing lately - I suppose the last line is a bit cliched, but my minds a bit of an arid desert at the moment creatively. Glad you liked it though, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Mehitable on 2005-03-23 00:15:28 Re: A dream A very soft and lovely poem Emerald. Also so short but with a vivid picture so you can say it again and again. I did enjoy this. x Mehitable Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-03-23 00:21:00 Re: A dream "Older not wiser" - ah, how true and how sad. I think you've summed it up for all of us! Short, but very sweet. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-23 09:59:38 Re: A dream Thanks Mehitable, glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-23 10:00:38 Re: A dream Thanks Roy, its a bit of a misconception what we grow older and wiser I think - about some things perhaps, but not everything lol Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-23 21:44:57 Re: A dream L'amour entre un couple adulte est plus parfait que le ciel Merci for the suggestion - this was a late night poem, hurridly put together. Madame Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2005-03-27 22:52:00 Re: A dream As one of relatively newly acquired sexagenarian status, I can concur absolutely with the last two lines! And before that, is magic... in your poem, of course. (smiling) Griffonner Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-28 13:52:17 Re: A dream Thanks Griffonner, glad you liked, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Winter Sun (posted on: 11-03-05) ************** Today the sun is shining, rays from a blue pearl sky. and I love that sheen and gloss on grass, so crisp and green. The views are so clear, and I see the stark outlines of trees, that tower, gold capped to the sky This view is clean, fresh and new just a slight wind to tell you, that this is not a postcard scene. I should feel happy, but I'm not. This world is offered up, before eyes that well, brim and cry. I carry stones in place of a heart, that are so heavy and make me ache. Its not cold here where I sit and write, but still fingers of cold cause me to shake. I wish I could mirror this day, truly open my eyes to see the beauty offered; I try to tuck the remembered pleasure of other days like these, so that I can just store it deep inside, where perhaps the beauty will grow and grow and grow, filling and consuming me, and those burdensome stones, will be cast away to drop into distant lakes that are bottomless, and reach to oblivion. I want to be that first flower in spring, that is kissed as she rises her timid head up into a world, that blesses her entry into a haven of paradise, loved, caressed Sprinkled tears from heaven. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Winter Sun RoyBateman on 2005-03-11 15:48:54 Re: Winter Sun Hope you will be that first flower. If you can find the beauty in a scene like this, chilly but full of promise, I'm sure it'll happen. And sooner rather than later.... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 18:31:03 Re: Winter Sun Thanks Roy, another of my winter misery poems I'm afraid - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-03-11 20:28:25 Re: Winter Sun Fantastic use of the English language, Emma. You've left me in a reflective mood. You've also sprinkled a few tears from heaven with your poem. Talking about winter sun. As I drove home from work today (mid afternoon) in bright sunshine, I could see the green haze in the hedgerows for the first time - they are starting to bud-up, here in the midlands. Magical time of year. Good poetry, Emma! Bye now. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 20:49:13 Re: Winter Sun Thank you Shakleton - over here we have some beautiful winter days - but winter is not my time of year - it casts me in reflective mode I think. thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-13 20:15:24 Re: Winter Sun Thanks Trevor Your spot on with the last two lines, I didn't like them either - they let the whole poem down in my opinion, but I just didn't know how to change them. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-17 17:22:27 Re: Winter Sun You should never apologies for winter misery poems young Em, especially when they help produce work like this. Another Emmy award winning poem if you ask me (-: s u n k e n Take stockings, I predict robbery. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-17 19:34:39 Re: Winter Sun Thanks Sunken for taking the time to read this - I thought perhaps I had overdone the misery bit. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Nutcracker (posted on: 11-03-05) A re-submit for comic relief ''Thighs that could crack nuts'' Was the laugh from the Backroom boys Stan munches his sandwiches Ruminating on the possibility of this Only this morning he had left The warmth of his bed And the cosy softness of his Wife's warm form He didn't think he would really like The idea of a woman Who could crack nuts with her thighs? He poured himself a cup of tea From the flask ''Damn'' he muttered ''No sugar again!'' His wife had decided six months ago That it was time they got in shape Stan sighed wearily He longed for the days Of sweet tea And chips with every evening meal. Maybe that was what the wife wanted One of those bodies that you saw In magazines At least if that happened When Christmas came around again They wouldn't have a problem Of where they had put the Nutcrackers ©EMG04 Archived comments for Nutcracker RoyBateman on 2005-03-11 11:13:44 Re: Nutcracker I'm not sure that I'd WANT to crack nuts between my thighs - or anyone else's, come to that. Makes your eyes water! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 11:33:04 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Roy for reading this - don't think I would recommend cracking nuts this way either. Emma:-) Author's Reply: bektron on 2005-03-11 11:48:04 Re: Nutcracker I really liked this Emma... *goes off to try and crack something with thighs* beks:o) Author's Reply: shadow on 2005-03-11 12:04:14 Re: Nutcracker This made me laugh. Actually, it reminded me of a nutcracker a great-uncle of mine once brought back from holiday, carved in the shape of a pair of female legs - the funny thing was, he was a very 'proper' sort of man, I'm sure he never realised because it wasn't obvious at first glance, but when you looked at them properly they were quite rude ... Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-03-11 12:36:48 Re: Nutcracker I remember this, Emma, and I'm so glad you have aired it again, it's a fun read. I was really stuck for today till the last minute, Zy Author's Reply: KevTheRev on 2005-03-11 12:44:56 Re: Nutcracker Cracking read! Kevin. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 12:58:29 Re: Nutcracker Thanks beks - glad you enjoyed my slightly cracked humour in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 13:00:28 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Shadow, I must have come across your uncles nutcrackers somewhere - glad you laughed! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 13:01:11 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Kevin, glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 13:02:50 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Zy - I was frantically trying to write something daft for today, but the inspiration flow was not flowing, so I thought I would give this another airing. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-03-11 15:57:18 Re: Nutcracker Love your trademark 'quirky' humour in this Emma - enjoyed! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-03-11 16:04:58 Re: Nutcracker Oh very good, Em 🙂 I find men prefer curves anyway (good job really lol)... that certainly is a scary thought - cracking nuts between a girl's legs... Ooooh, let's not go there 😉 Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 18:33:57 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Kat - I like the trademark 'quirky' lol - glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 18:34:47 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Hazy - probably best not to go there, even makes my eyes water lol. Glad you enjoyed Emma:-) Author's Reply: pencilcase on 2005-03-11 19:08:42 Re: Nutcracker Em, nice one. Really liked the use of 'ruminating' and, as befits ruminants, I suppose, the grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. Quirky and humorous, yes, but I also think this is in fact a shrewd observation on marriage under pressure in our voyeuristic society, where 'perfect' bodies fill magazines, etc. Also like the way this is balanced with the little details of daily life. Nicely inconclusive and poised ending. Steve Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 19:22:49 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Steve - our focus today seems often to be about body beautiful, or what is perceived to be body beautiful - often without realising that a loved one loves us - not for how our body is shaped, but for ourselves as a complete person. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-03-11 20:52:31 Re: Nutcracker mmm...I wan't to sing 'Brazeeel..lalalala' ..etc, but would probably go for something sedate - tiger nuts! Ann Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-11 20:54:35 Re: Nutcracker Aw Ann - try a pecan - they crack with such fun lol Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Luciani on 2005-03-13 10:40:14 Re: Nutcracker Hi Emma, I remember this one ( no guy could forget it!) fun read. I did buy some peanuts in their shells, for a change, recently, and what a mess I made for little satifaction! Steve x Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-13 11:43:47 Re: Nutcracker Jeez, please don't speak of cracking nuts between legs. Isn't it bad enough that I have uneven bollocks without the threat of having them crushed too! This is a very cheeky piece young Em, it kinda suits ya. s u n k e n Author's Reply: tai on 2005-03-13 12:42:01 Re: Nutcracker emma, a cracker of a write indeed. An amusing and yet quite serious subject! Smiling, flexing my thighs!lol Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-13 20:18:13 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Steve - we used to call those monkey nuts when I was younger - lots of mess I remember as well. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-13 20:21:28 Re: Nutcracker Oops sorry Sunken, I'd forgotten your sensitivity with your bollocks - but I don't think you have to worry - iron thighs - phew what a thought - hopefully something to remain in the realms of magazines. A little cheeky for me lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-13 20:22:56 Re: Nutcracker Thanks Tai, Not sure what came over me when I wrote this poem lol. Must have been my aerobics class that put the thought in my mind lol thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Just Once (posted on: 07-03-05) *********************** Once I was there Snatching glimpses Through the minstrel gallery Watching dancers Cavort across the floor Once, for just a second I caught the falling petal As, tucking nightdress up To bunch over knees I ran, barefoot to hide In the lushness of the orangerie. There amongst the ferns And the sweet scented yet Sticky lemon plant I watched you kiss, and Stroke her hair Caught the fragrance of Two lovers lost in bliss. It was only once But you never knew I saw I saw you with my mothers' eyes Watched you look And as you gazed I held my breath Until my heart just thumped and thumped Pounding in waves like The sea upon the shore Felt the rush of water Singing in my ears Just once, and it was over And chances died like dreams. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Just Once RoyBateman on 2005-03-07 10:53:03 Re: Just Once This is absolutely delightful, Emma - soft, romantic and wistful. So visual! Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-03-07 10:58:02 Re: Just Once An excellent poem Emma. The sensual imagery used is a perfect backdrop to this moment in time that you capture so perfectly. Brilliant poetry. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-03-07 11:32:03 Re: Just Once I love this, Emma, you capture the moment so smoothly, I was there...I felt it. Another superb picture in words. Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 11:55:10 Re: Just Once Thanks Roy, glad you liked, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 11:55:57 Re: Just Once Thanks Kat, so glad you enjoyed this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 11:56:37 Re: Just Once Thanks Zy, glad you could see this, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-03-07 12:21:44 Re: Just Once A great little poem capturing a glimpse, but a glimpse that changed a life. A thought for the last line! And chances died like dreams. died, replaced by fears! Just a thought. All the best Tai Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-03-07 14:33:07 Re: Just Once This is absolutely delightful, Emma. 11/10 for me. Ann Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-03-07 16:38:45 Re: Just Once A real historical snapshot that tells a story very clearly. Reminded me of War and Peace where Natasha sees Sonia being kissed by Nikolai. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:50:17 Re: Just Once Ps - thanks Kat for making this a fav 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:50:57 Re: Just Once Thanks Ann - thats really kind of you, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:51:55 Re: Just Once Thanks Daff - glad you liked the story in this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:53:45 Re: Just Once Thanks Tai, and thanks for the suggestion - I thought fear would kind of smack of abuse - where this is more a part of growing up - as in death of innocence - but I think both would work though - thanks for rating this as well. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-03-09 00:56:44 Re: Just Once Emma: This is a nice piece, but I would cut the intrusion of the narrator, 'Caught the fragrance of/Two lovers lost in bliss', after all, 'I watched you kiss, and/Stroke her hair' is a moment complete unto itself. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-09 09:17:42 Re: Just Once Thanks Swep, you could be right, sometimes it is easy to put too much information into a poem, instead of leaving it to the reader to surmise. Thanks for the suggestion. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-09 09:18:42 Re: Just Once Thanks Apolloneia for reading and rating this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-10 20:34:53 Re: Just Once Thanks Trevor - I think I'm a bit slushy at heart really - though I try for the tough exterior lol. Thanks so much for commenting on this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Sunday Hearts (posted on: 07-03-05) ***************** Sunday hearts are always broken Smothered cries and smashed up hope. Waking up with cotton heads Gritty eyes and unmade beds Last night's debris on the floor An upturned glass in pools of clothes Crumpled paper, reams of dreams Drunken thoughts of what it means. Lost in answers never spoken A half forgotten lovers token. Sunday hearts are lost forever Sandpit tongues and swollen eyes Silence thronging all around A plaintive mewing the only sound. Body bears the weight of bruises In sheet mark tides on lonely skins And in the distance bells are ringing Rafters rise with children's singing Yet all alone, you lie and cry As Sunday beats just fade and die. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Sunday Hearts chrissy on 2005-03-07 09:51:45 Re: Sunday Hearts Fantastic and gritty, sad poem. Loved the rhythm, the words. Brilliant. chrissy Author's Reply: Jen_Christabel on 2005-03-07 10:06:12 Re: Sunday Hearts Great poem Em! JayCee Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 10:28:43 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Chrissy - a bit of a morning after type of poem. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 10:29:16 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Jaycee for reading and rating this poem Emma:-) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-03-07 11:28:24 Re: Sunday Hearts wow! Gritty and graphic, Emma, your powers of description never fail to astonish me, I love... Last night’s debris on the floor An upturned glass in pools of clothes Crumpled paper, reams of dreams Drunken thoughts of what it means. It says so much of the total picture, Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 11:46:12 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Zy - a bit of a Saturday night poem - although strictly imagination. Glad you liked this and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-03-07 16:15:09 Re: Sunday Hearts Very painfully descriptive. I hope it was from imagination only. I like the assorted rhymes and the rhythm. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:49:23 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Daff, definitely imagination - I spent a very boring saturday evening stone cold sober. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: barenib on 2005-03-08 14:29:52 Re: Sunday Hearts Emma, I'm not sure whether this is all the effect of drink or a row with your partner, but either way I know the feeling! John. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-08 20:22:10 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks John lol - Can't say I'm too sure either, probably a bit of both. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-08 20:34:11 Re: Sunday Hearts You're fuckin good ya know, and one of these days I'll leave a comment worthy of the poem. s u n k e n Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-03-08 22:36:58 Re: Sunday Hearts You've conjured up a feeling of desolation on the morning after, the night before. Good poetry Emma. Hold on tight now. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-08 23:12:26 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Sunken - leave your comments the way they are! I like 'em as they are. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-08 23:13:42 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Shackleton - definitely the morning after - glad you liked and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-03-09 00:13:18 Re: Sunday Hearts Emma: Again, I must first say that this is very well written. And we must all write, and write, the small poems, the big poems, we must write so that we are ready when the essential poems come, so that we may take them to paper, and not miss the occasional opportunity. You have a good sense of sound, without pressing, and a natural instinct for how a poetic line should read, and look on the page. A good piece. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-09 09:14:57 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Swep for reading and commenting on this poem - there are a few places in this where I'm not sure if it runs as smoothly as it should - but I keep on writing and trying to improve. Thanks Emma:-) Author's Reply: KevTheRev on 2005-03-09 10:06:40 Re: Sunday Hearts Emma, Not every Sunday I hope. Have a hug you sound down. I loved the poem, and makes you know that your not the only one. Kevin -x- Author's Reply: tai on 2005-03-09 11:08:06 Re: Sunday Hearts Emma, this poem is dark and has violence and fear running all the way through it. The contrast in the final lines is startling! Great read imo All the best to you and yours love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-09 17:55:44 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Tai, glad you liked and thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-09 17:56:54 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Kevin, Certainly not every Sunday lol - I think a lot of us experience certain things in life, but we generally bounce back. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kazzmoss on 2005-03-10 17:14:15 Re: Sunday Hearts It's very well written, a do love a poem that rhymes and it conjures up many things - Kaz Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-10 20:32:25 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Kaz for reading and commenting on this poem - glad you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-10 20:33:20 Re: Sunday Hearts Thanks Trevor, not entirely sure myself - I think its more a hangover from the night before lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Are you asking? (posted on: 04-03-05) Something a bit different The starlings have done their flight of honour And now assemble on the winter branches Derring-do and tales of glory Burst and chatter forth. ''Do you not love me Sir'' she says ''Am I not worthy to be your wife? Will you not crown me in garlands of summer? That I dried in a drawer, fragranced by lavender.'' The lumbering cows hear the herdsman's call Follow the leader; they come one and all, To curiously stare, although one from the herd Tramples her way, to escape and beyond. ''Will you now love me, pretty maid'' says he ''Can I not tend, as I bend on my knee? A home I shall build from the last summer's straw A bed of sweet meadow, for your heart to fall.'' The owl watches wisely, from his nest in the tree As a field mouse scrabbles through autumns lost leaves. Yet the kestrel is faster, sharper by eye As he swoops past the owl, with a gleam in his eye. They met by the well, in a summers drought As the long grass grew ever more brown Yet the sweet dropping tear, was all that they had, As they drowned in the stream that fed to the well. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Are you asking? teifii on 2005-03-04 13:13:16 Re: Are you asking? Definitely a bit different. I like the alternating themes and the images are lovely. Sad ending I wasn't expecting in the buccolic landscape. But why not? Life can be like that. By the way, excuse me being pedantic but you need several apostrophes. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 13:29:11 Re: Are you asking? Thanks Daff for reading and commenting. I had to write this straight onto the submission page from a piece of paper, as I couldn't get Word to work - anyhow I've done a few punctuation corrections. This is just an experiment piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-03-04 13:48:07 Re: Are you asking? Excellent, Emma, nature in all it's many guises. This is different for you, but as with most genres you write about, it is a successful experiment and a super read. Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 14:08:01 Re: Are you asking? Thanks Zy, I wanted to try something a bit different, away from how I normally write. Glad you liked it, and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-03-05 12:43:42 Re: Are you asking? Emma, a very enjoyable read... Gerry.xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-05 15:20:58 Re: Are you asking? Thanks Gerry, for stopping by and reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| The Hollow Heart (posted on: 04-03-05) **************************** The wind blows a hollow sound Like the echoes of a heart Sand is blown, kicked up Forming sleep in the corners of your eyes. It is a barren landscape, lost in winter And the sea is a surging drum roll Throwing up debris, for a drifter to find. The white horses pound the shore Lost from their Spanish fleets of long ago Frantically they swim, their ghostly coats And flared nostrils, panic struck. They never found firm ground; Tormented souls in a writhing sea. A sailor whistles, as a lamp is swung A guiding light that leads only To the rocks that smash and break; So all that is left, is the contraband, Washed up with the foam that leaves A beer mark upon the white sands There for a smuggler to take as loot And barter in the cellars of underground caves. Can you not hear the wind? She blows, a screaming, wailing banshee ''This way'' she shouts, buffeting bodies ''This way, is the only way'' As you sink to your knees, regardless of faith Your map, your life – is just a meaningless blunder, And it's only the foolhardy, that cry and pray, The wind blows hollow, in your heart today. ©EMG05 Archived comments for The Hollow Heart teifii on 2005-03-04 13:17:40 Re: The Hollow Heart This is good, Emma. I feel as if I have stood on your beach. I do have a soft spot for wild beaches. The folloeing is a really clever image -- 'Washed up with the foam that leaves A beer mark upon the white sands' and I love the final couplet. Daff Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-03-04 13:27:34 Re: The Hollow Heart A super read, Emma, I was going to read it elsewhere, but I couldn't get in last night. How well your analogy captures the desolation of no hope of survival. The white horses pound the shore Lost from their Spanish fleets of long ago Frantically they swim, their ghostly coats.... A fabulous image, Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 13:31:27 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Daff, I think living by the sea, I am very influenced by it and use it a lot in my writing. Glad you liked this, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 13:32:48 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Zy, for reading and rating this - as you can still see, I'm still in my miserable poetry phase at the moment lol - this winter weather will have to break soon, so that I can get more cheerful! Glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: deezee on 2005-03-04 13:51:45 Re: The Hollow Heart Emma, Ilove this poem, especially the the white horses that pound the shore........they never found firm ground. I think I know that feeling!! regards, deezee. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 14:05:59 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks deezee, for reading and rating this poem - there is a legend over here about a white horse who swam out to a rock and could not swim back because of the tide and drowned. The rock is still known as Cheval Roc. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-03-04 14:38:44 Re: The Hollow Heart Expressed very well, I really liked this one. My two fave bits have been mentioned already by Teifii and Zydha! Hzy x Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-03-04 14:41:55 Re: The Hollow Heart A wonderfully evokative poem Emma, that expresses so much. I think it's one of the best I've seen from you. Ann Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 15:01:10 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Hazy, glad you liked this - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 15:02:29 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Ann, I'm glad you liked this, and thanks so much for making this a fav and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-03-04 15:47:35 Re: The Hollow Heart My God, such honesty. "As you sink to your knees, regardless of faith Your map, your life – is just a meaningless blunder, And it’s only the foolhardy, that cry and pray, The wind blows hollow, in your heart today." The power of the great wind and water and history and life...and loneliness. Wonderful work, Emma. There IS hope... Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 17:40:12 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Ward - I do sound a bit doom and gloom lately - Although I am actually quite an optimistic person at heart. Thank you so much for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Jen_Christabel on 2005-03-04 18:47:11 Re: The Hollow Heart Lovely! JayCee Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 18:54:52 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks JayCee for stopping by and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-03-04 20:49:28 Re: The Hollow Heart Emma, this reminded me of one of the old English classic sea poems--(so it must be good) Nicely done... Author's Reply: tai on 2005-03-04 22:48:31 Re: The Hollow Heart Hi emma, you have really captured something here. I like it very much, it has a real raw rushing sea feel to it. Reminded me of Cornwall very much. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 23:40:08 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Gerry - that is so kind of you! thanks for reading and commenting on this poem Emma xxx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 23:41:35 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Tai - I believe the channel islands and cornwall do have something in common - not just granite lol - thanks for stopping by - and take care. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-03-05 08:54:42 Re: The Hollow Heart This is an excellent poem full of super imagery and with a wonderful, musical rhythm. I really enjoyed this Emma. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-05 10:27:00 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Kat for stopping by and reading. So glad you enjoyed this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-03-05 20:38:31 Re: The Hollow Heart Blimey Em, you is too clever. Some very clever stuff going on in this. Very expressive and brilliantly presented. s u n k e n Author's Reply: glennie on 2005-03-05 21:00:32 Re: The Hollow Heart Got into this one Emma, felt like I was really there. glennie. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-05 21:51:56 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks glennie - glad you liked this - and thank you for rating as well. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-05 21:54:00 Re: The Hollow Heart Thank you Sunken - you always have the nicest of comments - thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-03-06 10:28:42 Re: The Hollow Heart Brilliant! So many beautiful, charged images, so much flowing language and yet so beautifully controlled. I loved it. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-06 12:40:29 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Chrissy for stopping by and reading and commenting - I'm so glad you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-07 18:48:13 Re: The Hollow Heart Thanks Trevor, that is really kind of you and so appreciated. Thank you also for rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Curiously Love (posted on: 28-02-05) **************** Curiously I kiss you, Wanting to sense your taste. Yet I am so tired of love And playing all those Silly games. Who cares if I wear lipstick Or moisturise my body In sweet smelling unguents. It is now that I make the decision To be me; If I want to wear Sensible cotton briefs Then dammit I will. Don't need a bra, so Let's bin the lacy, Just oh so racy Creations. Yet – oh and this is such Tangled thought I smell paco rabanne And it's always Kind of Turned Me on. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Curiously Love Apolloneia on 2005-02-28 09:44:30 Re: Curiously Love Smell and touch is for extremely curious people the most powerful aphorodisiac. The best satin is the skin of the lover, the best perfume is the scent of a warm and relaxed and responsive body. We don't need much, in fact as people say, the best things in life are free. Enjoyed the read. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 10:17:37 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Apolloneia, smell and touch are essential for love. A light poem on attraction. Emma:-) Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-02-28 14:29:54 Re: Curiously Love Hi Emma, I really like this take on 'love' - took it down to basics (in the nicest possible way!) Ann Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 14:46:44 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Ann, for reading and rating - a bit of a light poem on the attraction of love. Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-28 15:29:30 Re: Curiously Love Emma, A clever take on double standard....very nicely crafted! Warm regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 15:43:03 Re: Curiously Love Thank you Adele for reading and rating this poem, a bit of a light poem on the strangeness of attraction. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-02-28 17:13:29 Re: Curiously Love Me too I love that smell. It's just me pullin up my big old drawers and lovin this poem...love Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 18:45:59 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Erma - smells do have a great impact - but it is so nice to just be you in a relationship. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-02-28 23:42:53 Re: Curiously Love A great poem Emma - quirky, honest and refreshing. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 23:48:41 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Kat, a bit of my quirky look at love. Always fighting to be me lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-02-28 23:50:00 Re: Curiously Love I don't know much about posh perfumes, Emma but I do enjoy a good poem. This is a good one. Nicely crafted. 'sweet smelling unguents' - funny old word 'unguents'. I enjoyed your poem - lovely fragrance about it. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 23:58:00 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Shakleton, unguents just came to mind when I wrote this, not sure why lol Glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-03-03 11:07:28 Re: Curiously Love Loved it 🙂 I like the ending especially; it sounds like it's being spoken between little kisses... Mmm, fancy a deelish kiss with a gorgeous scented man now 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-03 18:25:32 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Hazy, if you find a nice gorgeous scented man, send him my way - thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-03-03 20:02:57 Re: Curiously Love Emma: I like your poem, it's definitely the poem of a woman. To the writing: would 'Wanting to taste your taste.' be better in your second line? and would 'Yet I am so tired of love,/Playing silly games.'/ be tighter and better in what are now the 3-5 lines? Proceeding, could you put a comma after 'lipstick' in the 6th line, and cut 'or' which begins the next line, to read Who cares if I wear lipstick, Moisturize my body In sweet smeling unguents?' Finally, in the area of revision, you might look at cutting 'It is now that I make the decision/To be me;'/. I like the developement of your poem, and though it might not be a heavyweight piece, it is well handled, and the low-key 'And it's always/Kind of/Turned/Me on.'/ is kind of a turn-on. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 10:02:41 Re: Curiously Love Thanks Swep - thanks for the suggestions - this was a bit of a throw away poem in contrast to the other one I had on. You probably are right with taste, and I did think of that when I wrote it, but then thought two "tastes" in the same line might not read well. I'm always a little dodgy with punctuation, although I think I am beginning to improve with it - I will certainly have a look at this piece again, and see if I can tighten it up better, so that it might be more, in someways, better lightweight poetry. Thank you for the taking the time to read, and give helpful suggestions. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Jealous Lovers (posted on: 28-02-05) ************************* She's wasted, disgraced, laced in the lies of her own making and all she remembers is when his hand came down Whack! Her neck ricocheted back, and with a crack the rag doll fell one step at a time slow motion. Strangely all was silent in the aftermath, and it didn't really hurt not as much as she had imagined that it would. Really, this death thing was surprisingly painless at the end. Archived comments for Jealous Lovers Apolloneia on 2005-02-28 09:35:41 Re: Jealous Lovers Emma, jealousy is something I never really felt or understood, there are many kinds of jealousy and I think some of them are based on inferiority complex or a general insecurity. The jealousy your poem refers to is like a dangerous game, people prefer not to stop feeling this sort of violent jealousy because it gives them a sense of forbidden passion. Playing with fire is not my advice. A very nice poem, Well done. Here is a great quote: I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses. --Shakespeare, William Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 09:41:02 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Apolloneia, I agree, jealousy is something I find hard to understand, especially the violent and destructive kind. It a living sentence in a lot of ways. Thank you for the quote, it is very apt. All love should be free. Emma:-) Author's Reply: KevTheRev on 2005-02-28 10:43:35 Re: Jealous Lovers Love the topic and the poem, very well put. Everybody has or will be jealous, a simple fact, it’s part of human development.Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment For example: Love may exist without jealousy, although this is rare; but jealousy may exist without love, and this is common. As we age and become learned then a competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity. Well done, I like the angle, approach you took. Kevin Author's Reply: Penprince on 2005-02-28 11:10:22 Re: Jealous Lovers Very interesting and topical...BRAVA! D Author's Reply: tai on 2005-02-28 11:12:05 Re: Jealous Lovers Hi emma, I really good poem that expresses one of the destructive consequences of such a pointless and yet deadly emotion. Her spoken thoughts also show how it can make the victim feel worthless as a human being! All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 11:23:53 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Kevin, I agree everyone has a degree of jealousy, but with age and wisdom you manage to isolate that feeling, yet with some people it takes over their lives and becomes the most destructive thing in it. Thank for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 11:25:37 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Tai, jealousy is very destructive, especially in a relationship - and it becomes a life ruled by fear. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 11:27:03 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks, its a subject that has recently come up a lot in my life recently - and I wanted to describe how destructive it can be. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-02-28 14:35:14 Re: Jealous Lovers Being jealous is frutiless and kills everyone it touches in one way or another. I think we are all guilty of it. I love the way you worded this poem I think it's very well done..love Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 14:48:18 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Erma, yes jealousy is very destructive - and its amazing how it can get twisted into possession. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-28 15:31:16 Re: Jealous Lovers Emma, An amazingly chilling vignette...impacting in it's concise delivery. Well done! Warm regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 15:40:12 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Adele, I am glad that you thought it was chilling. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-02-28 17:17:23 Re: Jealous Lovers This really sent a chill down the spine - the title didn't prepare me at all for the horror to come. A piece that said it all with great economy and style. Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-02-28 18:16:05 Re: Jealous Lovers This is another dark poem from you. I hope that is just winter and not something less changeable. It is dark and chilling but with a clear photographic image. Warm wishes David Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 18:43:09 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks David, Jealousy is something that I think a lot of us have come across in one form or another, but the cost of jealousy in a relationship, is like a death of trust. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 18:44:23 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Roy for reading - I wanted to portray what in extreme circumstances jealousy can do. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-02-28 18:53:04 Re: Jealous Lovers Emma, those twins Envy and Jealousy, I have met them a few times--awful creatures... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 19:10:42 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Gerry, I think we all have - and they never ever cause any happiness. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2005-02-28 20:29:09 Re: Jealous Lovers I like this vein of dark poems you're producing at the moment. Loved the lines 'laced in the lies/of her own making'. To me, this has an air of detachment to it, almost an out of body experience, if that makes sense. Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-02-28 23:05:41 Re: Jealous Lovers This is a super poem Emma - I really like the economy of words and those used are excellently chosen to great poetic and dramatic effect. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: RachelAPP on 2005-02-28 23:19:01 Re: Jealous Lovers Very good poem! I really got grabbed by it, you've chosen the right words to describe a very vivid situation.. well done! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 23:50:53 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks disco, I have got a bit dark lately - but yes this is a sort of out of body experience looking down at the effects of what jealousy can do. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 23:51:57 Re: Jealous Lovers Thank you Rachael, I am glad it grabbed you. Thanks for commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 23:53:25 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Kat - glad you liked, I didn't want graphic detail, but more the sudden realisation of what it was like. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: woodbine on 2005-03-02 03:32:39 Re: Jealous Lovers Dear Emerald, If you will indulge me for a moment in divorcing the text from the tital, two things stood out for me as a reader In the key and best lines of the piece. The female voice blames herself for her downfall, with not a word of reproach to the killer, almost as if he were justified in wasting her. "disgraced, laced in the lies of her own making." This and the desire to take the mystery out of death suggest more to me than a jealous squabble that went wrong. Fascinating stuff. John Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-03-02 16:24:12 Re: Jealous Lovers Great expressions and visuals. It works really well 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-02 20:45:27 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Hazy for reading and commenting - glad you think it works - I did wonder if it would when I posted it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-02 20:47:39 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks John, yes it does sound contradictory a bit - yet I think I was wondering what made someone stay in a jealous relationship - did they eventually think they were to blame - and just how far something like that could actually go. I think there are probably a few ways you could read into this. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-03-03 14:00:20 Re: Jealous Lovers Works very well. The economy suits the subject and the images, especially the rag doll and the slow motion, are haunting. A good poem I think on a perenially dark subject. Daff Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-03-03 15:42:19 Re: Jealous Lovers Succinct, damned powerful, tragic...great work indeed. Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-03 18:29:19 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Trevor, hopefully this would be an extreme case, but there are still a lot of places that believe in crime passionnel. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-03 18:30:04 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Ward for stopping by to read and comment, much appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-03 18:30:59 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Daff for reading and commenting on this poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-03-03 18:35:20 Re: Jealous Lovers Emma: This is really well written, concise, and tense, and the feeling almost palpable. And as someone has said, aurally it is finely done with the k's and the a's and the l's and the d's. Finally, it's substantive. Again, very nice. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-03 18:42:13 Re: Jealous Lovers Thanks Swep, for stopping by to read and comment, really thrilled that you think it is well written. Many thanks Emma:-) Author's Reply: Luciani on 2005-03-04 01:38:39 Re: Jealous Lovers Thoughtful poem. My feeling is that we are all potentially destructive, even if we aren't afflicted with the deep mark of jealousy. Luciani Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-04 10:04:46 Re: Jealous Lovers Thank you Luciani, I think we all can have a destructive streak, not always violently but in many other ways - just jealousy seems to be one of the ways that it is brought to the fore in a violent way. Thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Snow Blind (posted on: 25-02-05) Winter blues And then of course it snowed And lies were covered up He brushed away the flakes That hung upon his lashes. It's only a winter kill Where hands that are Chapped and raw Smother out the sounds Of mouthed screams Never heard, never seen. It fell for two whole days Making iced sleeves on trees The younger branches Could not stand the burden And fell with clouds of Dusted snow, on a landscape Sterile white and bland. Clouds were heavy, And as he came to brush Away a tear, he realised That it had rolled and frozen Upon his face. The snow made him blind So that when he turned to Look upon his hut He didn't see her face Looking out, framed by A crystal lace curtain. It's only a winter kill One more smothered landscape Where no one hears Her screams. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Snow Blind RoyBateman on 2005-02-25 17:37:00 Re: Snow Blind Nice imagery - from the title onwards, and a truly chilling finale. Rather like the ice-house scene from Dr Zhivago gone horribly wrong...as this affair obviously has. Sad but beautifully done. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 09:17:36 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Roy, this was inspired after seeing a poor dead rabbit in the garden, which one of my psychotic cats had killed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Penprince on 2005-02-26 09:56:51 Re: Snow Blind This is a very good poem...excellent use of imagery. Only issue I have is regarding the use of perfect tense for most part...and some passive voice can be freshened up. But then effect of conflict is best played with passive-active blending...so I may have to give it a closer look... EXCELLENT work! D Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 10:11:00 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Penprince - I agree that it needs a little tightening up, it was one of those poems that just started off with one thought, then seemed to drift into another. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2005-02-26 12:00:59 Re: Snow Blind I like the the title's deep seat in this poem, great image and metaphor. Your buddy Dazza. P.S thanks for stopping by the snot factory! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 13:03:46 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Dazza, for reading and commenting on this piece. Funnily, when I first wrote it I had a different title for the poem, but then went for this title as I felt it had more impact. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-02-26 13:13:00 Re: Snow Blind Emma, from something as white and pure as snow you have managed to create a dark, disturbing chiller of a poem. Well done Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 14:02:17 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Tai, I think the winter is making my poetry get quite dark for some reason. Thanks for reading and the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Corin on 2005-02-26 16:43:41 Re: Snow Blind Somehow this feels like a dark Russian Film, eerie frightening and psychologically meaningful. It has given me a kind of snow-blindness. You have created a very effective atmosphere. Warm wishes David Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 17:21:56 Re: Snow Blind Thanks David Lol I feel honoured about the Russian Film - as I am an avid watcher of Russian psychological films. Thank you so much. Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-26 17:34:58 Re: Snow Blind Emma, An ecsquisite piece! Loved this imagery: 'It fell for two whole days Making iced sleeves on trees The younger branches Could not stand the burden ' Beautifully done and brilliently elusive...the end is chilling! A fine read! Warm regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 17:54:02 Re: Snow Blind Thank you Adele, We've had a lot of snow showers recently, although no snow settling here - and this just came to me. Thank you so much for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-02-26 21:04:41 Re: Snow Blind Hiya Emmy. You nailed this with typical Em style. This section did it for me in partic - He didn’t see her face Looking out, framed by A crystal lace curtain. Classy stuff Em, as usual. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-27 11:26:37 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Sunken, glad you liked it, afraid quite a bit of my work lately has been a bit on the dark side - must be this cold weather. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2005-02-27 11:59:22 Re: Snow Blind Really enjoyed this dark and sinister poem Emma. 'Making iced sleeves on trees' is inspired! Great work. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-27 13:02:41 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Kat, I liked that line too! Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-03-05 16:11:09 Re: Snow Blind Very atmospheric. And very chilling [no pun intended]. I loved 'Making iced sleeves on trees' - reminds me of 1947 when my brother and I went out into a similar landscape and I remember kicking the ise at the bottom of telegraph poles to make the sleeve of ice crash down. Great poem. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-03-05 17:12:29 Re: Snow Blind Thanks Daff, for taking the time to come and read this. I call these poems my miserable mood poems, as I seem to be stuck in a winter chill at the moment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Softly Play (posted on: 25-02-05) Not very good erotica Softly Play So beautiful She curls around The innocence Of sleep Yet moments In the dark of Night Her spirit So released. He holds her Head To slowly stroke With sleepy Smile And time to while In moments Just for two. > He'll watch her Stir, and Languid as a cat She'll purr The wolf inside The man And afterwards They'll softly play As moonlight Plays as day And she will Smile Her time to While To softly Stroke her man ©EMG04 Archived comments for Softly Play Kat on 2005-02-25 12:34:52 Re: Softly Play I think this is a lovely and gentle piece of erotica Emma. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 09:46:48 Re: Softly Play Thanks Kat, not sure if it really works as erotica, but I enjoyed writing it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-02-26 13:10:03 Re: Softly Play Emma, you may not think this lovely poem is erotic, I do and I also think it has a beautifully gentle sensuous feel to it too. A very enjoyable read indeed Smiling Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 14:03:58 Re: Softly Play Thanks Tai, that really kind of you - I did have another poem lined up which was much more explicit - but I lost the courage to post - being the eternal coward that I am. Thank you for the rating as well. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Claire on 2005-02-26 20:14:03 Re: Softly Play Ahh this is a sweet one and very good. It is a wonderful erotic poem. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-27 11:25:08 Re: Softly Play Thanks Claire for reading and rating, maybe next time I'll get a bit braver, but its been fun seeing all the entries. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-02-28 10:04:19 Re: Softly Play I agree with you Emma, not very good erotica, and that's what makes it a very good romantic poem. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-28 11:38:23 Re: Softly Play thanks Apolloneia, I'm afraid I found being too explicit hard to write, so had to fall back on the more loving side of a relationship. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Warhorse on 2005-07-20 16:57:15 Re: Softly Play Hi Emma, To describe this as 'not very good erotica', is to deny, the true meaning of the genre. This is sublime in it's shyness, an essential ingrediant, in all erotica that is to be remembered. I meant to comment earlier, but couldn't find the words. now I have. The title, 'softly play', is as sensual a choice of words as you can get. The killer line is the last, 'softly stroke her man' Not very good indeed. This has more suggestive nuances than most. Well done, Regards Mike. Author's Reply: e-griff on 2005-07-20 21:26:41 Re: Softly Play This skirts 'erotica' , but if some of the self-indulgent offerings in 'erotica' (not all) are anything to go by, I'll take this. Bugger categories! this is sweet, gentle, intimate and very nicely written. Far better than the 'screw it and whip it' brigade. Don't listen to anyone else.... If you are not comfortable writing explicit stuff (and I'm not, myself) just write what you feel, your own stuff. We (well, me and prob some others) will appreciate it. You can write, IMO. G Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:49:08 Re: Softly Play Thanks Mike, I can't really do hard erotica if thats what it is called, and for me I find things more sensuous if I can use my imagination. I'm not really a cut and thrust (ghastly expression) sort of person - I'm glad you saw the suggestive nuances in this - as I wanted people to more feel the poem then read and examine the words. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-07-21 17:53:28 Re: Softly Play Thank you Griff, and you're right, I am not very comfortable at writing the really explicit stuff - I prefer a more subtle approach, but it is hard to write erotica - and of course some people only want erotica to be very explicit. This does skirt around it because I wanted to portray love making as more gentle and loving and let others use their imaginations when reading. Thank you for taking the time to read this - it is appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Whisper - Villanelle (posted on: 21-02-05) ********* I whisper 'love, stay with me always' You smile, and hold me close to you Let love light all our days The sun and sky beam their rays Time is not borrowed or held in lieu I whisper 'love, stay with me always' We wrote the words of a million plays Travelling on paths, old and new Let love light all our days I see the stars shine from your gaze We are rich, though our possessions few I whisper 'love, stay with me always' Through cornfields we walk in summers haze Regrets, perhaps, but these days we will not rue Let love light all our days We've seen sunsets, as our children grew And we have no need of vows to renew I whisper 'love, stay with me always' Let love light all our days ©EMG05 Archived comments for Whisper - Villanelle tai on 2005-02-21 20:09:14 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Emma, this is just so beautiful, it made me cry! Great Read Smiling through the tears Tai x Author's Reply: red-dragon on 2005-02-21 23:36:49 Re: Whisper - Villanelle This is almost an etherael read, for me; you have captured the villanelle superbly and remained true to its format. Red Author's Reply: Penprince on 2005-02-21 23:58:33 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Wonderful poem and a great attempt with a difficult form! D Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-22 01:39:36 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks Tai for rating this and making it a fav. I wrote this for a challenge on another site. I hope it didn't make you cry too much. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-22 01:41:05 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks red-dragon, this was my third attempt at a villanelle and the one I was the most happiest with. Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-22 01:43:24 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks penprince, this was my third attempt at a villanelle, and the one I felt was the better. I wrote it using a picture from Van Gogh as the inspiration behind it for a challenge on another site. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-02-22 07:53:41 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Beautiful poem Emma. I really enjoy this type of poem... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-24 23:35:00 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks Erma for reading and rating this. I am so glad you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-24 23:36:28 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks Trevor, When I was first faced with trying a villanelle I was a bit reluctant, but the style did grow on me - and this was a villanelle not so much to try a villanelle but to fit a picture in wrting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-24 23:36:56 Re: Whisper - Villanelle Thanks Kevthe Rev for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Forgotten (posted on: 14-02-05) *********** She is not here, She left a long time ago This girl, whose name you know, That once passed over your lips. She flew through a window Not like a butterfly Beating her wings on shut windows But sure and swift, and A tear upon her lashes. She floated for a second Effervescent, then left. The creatures of the garden Gave their salute, flowers drooped Bowed as she flew by. The magpie, resplendent in black and white Caused a stir, that threw up the other birds So that she had an entourage as She gave her last final goodbye. So she is not here anymore, And will you miss her? Did you shed false tears as she left? She didn't want to say goodbye But the time came and she had to go To quote – partings are such sorrow Gone today, Forgotten by tomorrow. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Forgotten tai on 2005-02-14 10:38:50 Re: Forgotten A beautiful lament Emerald. Great read. Hope you meet your Valentine Tai Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-02-14 21:37:47 Re: Forgotten A moving piece - you blurred the line between reality and fantasy beautifully. I'm not sure that anything, or anyone, is ever truly forgotten - a trace lingers somewhere, even when we don't realise it. It creeps back sometime to surprise us...oh, very philosophical! Must be the date.... Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-02-15 01:06:11 Re: Forgotten I have commented on this before, Emma, but still.. She flew through a window Not like a butterfly Beating her wings on shut windows touches something inside of me, a wonderful piece of writing, Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-15 04:40:41 Re: Forgotten Thanks Tai, This is my winter mood poem - I am subject to writing miserable verse in the middle of winter - honestly I promise you, I am not lovelorn. Thanks so much for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-15 04:42:17 Re: Forgotten Thanks Roy, I'm actually a far more positive person, than this poem suggest - but I'm stuck in the groove of sad poetry at the moment. I think the date makes me cynical. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-15 04:44:44 Re: Forgotten Thanks Zy, for reading again - I liked those lines too - I hate watching insects desperately beating themselves against windows trying to escape - so I suppose this is a kind of freedom poem, albeit fairly sad. Thanks for rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-02-15 18:34:42 Re: Forgotten I loved this, enjoyed the flow of the words, the images. Every thing about it was good. Very well done. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-16 05:10:42 Re: Forgotten Thanks Chrissy, For reading and commenting on this poem, I am so glad that you thought it was good. Thank you also for the rating. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-17 06:18:37 Re: Forgotten Thanks Trevor, I'm in my winter blues period I think with poetry at the moment. I'm glad you enjoyed and thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-02-17 07:07:08 Re: Forgotten Enjoyed this one very much...fine work. Ward Author's Reply: Apolloneia on 2005-02-17 07:07:10 Re: Forgotten This poem stands out and I like the words you used: "effervescent", "resplendent", "entourage" which gave a certain air, a certain quality, a certain excellence that gratified me as a reader. Apolloneia Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-17 09:30:36 Re: Forgotten Thanks Ward, Glad you enjoyed this one. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-17 09:31:24 Re: Forgotten Thanks Apolloneia, I am glad that you liked this, thank you for taking time to read and comment. Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-21 09:27:10 Re: Forgotten Emma, A stunning piece. Loved this: 'The creatures of the garden Gave their salute, flowers drooped Bowed as she flew by. The magpie, resplendent in black and white Caused a stir, that threw up the other birds So that she had an entourage as She gave her last final goodbye. ' Beautiful imagery. A fine read, indeed. Regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-21 10:46:49 Re: Forgotten Thanks Adele, I am so glad you liked - thank you so much for commenting and rating this piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Echoes call Forever (posted on: 31-01-05) *************** Footsteps still echo on the Polished parquet floors, Clattering echoes in a house That holds no windows. And smeared fingerprints Mark the matt finish paintwork, Flaking, where the damp Has infiltrated through. Each print is a measure Of infancy through to Young adulthood. Then the story died, And a thousand truths Since then, have been Lied about, embellished. It's hidden in the place Where shadows locked horns, As billowing curtains Set sail on unchartered seas. Below in the hall, You can smell the pipe smoke As it curled and spiralled Up the old oak staircase; To stand and listen Outside bedrooms, where Young girls sighed and cried And wished for So much, So much more; Then fell giggling on Featherbeds, unblemished cheeks Tinged with colour, Livid red and white. Echoes call forever; They're woven into the Structure, the mortar, The skeleton of a house That was never A home. ©EMG05 Archived comments for Echoes call Forever RoyBateman on 2005-01-31 12:18:03 Re: Echoes call Forever Loved it - suffused with half-forgotten memories. Ever heard Judy Collins's masterpiece "Secret Gardens"? It'd break your heart. Only one thing, and it's not really a criticism - that was a neat ending line, but obviously this place left an indelible impression, "home" or not. Therefore, in a very real sense, it must have been "home". Hope that makes sense - really liked the poem, anyway. Author's Reply: barenib on 2005-01-31 14:05:20 Re: Echoes call Forever I've always liked the idea that buildings somehow hold all the events they've witnessed in their walls - if only we could prise them out somehow; or maybe not. The line 'Clattering echoes in a house That holds no windows' is a fascinating one and certainly captures the strangeness the some houses have. One punctuation thing - you don't need the apostrophe in shadows. Enjoyable read for me - John. Author's Reply: badger11 on 2005-01-31 14:17:48 Re: Echoes call Forever hi Emerald Unfulfilled hopes colour the past I suppose. The 'giggling' felt more than a 'skeleton' home: the charm, the 'embellished' truth, the 'unblemished cheeks.' Made the ending all the more sad. Engaging work. best wishes Yoda :O) may interest (from Burnt Norton): "Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know. Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 16:01:56 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Roy, Yes it does make sense - I hadn't thought of it like that until you mentioned it. It is 'home' whether it felt like home or not. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 16:03:48 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks John, Thanks for pointing out the apostrophe - I will amend that. I think houses contain a lot of memories, good and bad - if only walls could speak. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 16:06:15 Re: Echoes call Forever Hi Yoda, Thanks for the clue lol. Glad you liked this piece, and thanks for the poem. I hadn't read that before, ashamed to say I hadn't heard of Burnt Norton before. Beautiful words, I will have to investigate more of his work. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-01-31 17:44:22 Re: Echoes call Forever Emma, this was super writing, I enjoyed it and understood... Gerry xxx, Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-01-31 18:10:04 Re: Echoes call Forever Emma it's beautiful. I could see and smell the pipe smoke. I think pipe smoke has a lovely comforting smell....love Erma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-01-31 21:03:39 Re: Echoes call Forever Brilliant Emma. You are so good at this kinda thing and I'm so crap at commenting. This really is the bollocks tho. Well done. Congrats on a much deserved nib too. s u n k e n ps - 'Being the bollocks' is a good thing. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 21:24:33 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Gerry, This is the first proper thing I've written for a while, so thank you for reading and rating. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 21:25:52 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Erma You don't tend to see pipe smokers much these days - but I still remember them from my childhood. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-31 21:27:47 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Sunken Your comment is really appreciated - not quite sure where the nib appeared from lol, but it was lovely to see, as I'm a bit out of sorts with writing at the moment. Thanks for reading and rating and commenting on this. Emma Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-02-01 11:50:34 Re: Echoes call Forever A chance for another read at these wonderful words, Emma, I find houses don't so much vary as in 'home' atmosphere to me, but in 'soul'. I still like the ending, so appropriate for such a haunting piece, Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-02-01 12:58:15 Re: Echoes call Forever This was a very good read. The language was beautiful and the images created clear and bright. At first it reminded me of my school and then I thought maybe it was describing a children's home. A great read for me. chrissy Author's Reply: Penprince on 2005-02-01 14:44:58 Re: Echoes call Forever This is a SUPER poem, Emma! Like the fluid imagery in this work! D Author's Reply: Bradene on 2005-02-02 10:56:24 Re: Echoes call Forever Love this Emma I reckon your best by far. A fav'for me. Love Valx Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-02 17:14:03 Re: Echoes call Forever Emma, Well worth the Great Read Nib! Great lines: '( And ) smeared fingerprints Mark the matt finish paintwork, Flaking, where the damp Has infiltrated through. Each print is a measure Of infancy through to Young adulthood. Then the story died, And a thousand truths Since then, have been Lied about, embellished. It’s hidden in the place Where shadows locked horns, As billowing curtains Set sail on unchartered seas' A beautifully disturbing read. Regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-12 06:40:01 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Adele, Sorry for the late reply, what with computer problems and problems logging into here - I have go behind! You caught the feeling well, thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-12 06:41:18 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Zy, I think houses do have a soul - sometimes happy, sometimes not. Thanks for reading again. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-12 06:43:13 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Chrissy, This was loosely based on a school I attended many years ago. It had once been a grand family home - the building has now been demolished, but the staircase was retained for a museum. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-12 06:44:23 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Penprince, I am so glad you like this - I wasn't sure if the imagery in this would work. Thank you for making it a fav read. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-12 06:49:26 Re: Echoes call Forever Thanks Val, that is really kind of you! thanks for making in a fav. Love emma x Author's Reply: |
| Bathing (posted on: 03-01-05) ************* I light the candles, To place strategically around The old claw footed Cast iron bath. Where to sink in depths Is a religious experience. The water, pours, gushes out Filling mind and senses With heat and scented steam, Mingling with the aromas Of candlelight flickering On marbled tiles of black and white. Clouds of effervescent bubbles rise Intoxicating with their soft And sensuous invite, A towel, pristine white To fall like a veil to the ground, And that first virgin toe That embraces warmth As liquid steeps and creeps On shivered flesh So that to sink and lie within Fills mind and strokes body, Caressing, soothing sins. The song of water, sings to me. Bliss is all, can ever be, And steam like vapour trails Blend with dark and light As I lie encompassed, awaiting rebirth. Marbled flesh, acquiring hue and tint, As rivers of dew stroke my face, Lulling, soft, sweet mystery, A body bathed in bubbles Unrevealed in the flickered light, A whisper of a far and distant shore. Sublime, I lie, I live and dive, divest My only soul, to give myself Wholehearted in the passion Of bathing on a dark, and winters night. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Bathing barenib on 2005-01-03 10:45:15 Re: Bathing Emma, another piece of gentle sensuality which conjures up a wonderful picture! I'm a shower man myself, but this might just persuade me to seek out a bath of the type you describe... Lovely read - John. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 11:13:56 Re: Bathing Thanks John, I'm actually a shower person myself, but on cold dark nights, there is nothing quite like a nice deep bath lol - go on, give it a try. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-01-03 15:32:16 Re: Bathing Emma, I felt as if I was there with you. lol. Nice one. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 15:54:15 Re: Bathing Thanks Gerry I've just spent half an hour trying to log in, to find I was already logged in. Christmas has got me lol thanks for the comment, made me chuckle Emma:-) Author's Reply: Romany on 2005-01-03 16:48:05 Re: Bathing This is one of my favourite activities on a winter's night! Lovely! Think I'll go and run a bath ... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 18:33:25 Re: Bathing Thanks Romany, nothing quite like a bath on a cold night. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 18:34:08 Re: Bathing Thank you Abel for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2005-01-03 21:21:41 Re: Bathing I was going to choose a favourite line, Emma, but I love every one of them, this is so dreamy and inviting I have just read it twice. Great use of words and imagery, Zy 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-04 04:41:53 Re: Bathing Thanks Zy for reading and rating this - I wondered if I got a bit too carried away in this lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: pencilcase on 2005-01-04 04:46:42 Re: Bathing Emma, fantastic description of an innocent pleasure on a dark winter's night. A heartfelt account which really begins to transcend the bathroom to suggest a 'whisper of a far and distant shore'. Steve Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-04 04:49:58 Re: Bathing Thanks Steve, for reading and commenting on this flight of fancy in a bathroom lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2005-01-04 07:11:44 Re: Bathing Oh, sheer heaven, Emma! I have a bath every morning - in the dark usually, cos my bathroom has clear glass and no blinds lol. Love candles and smellies too, but never risk that in the mornings cos it takes me hours to wake up which means I'd prolly leave them burning all day - not wise. Fab poem 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: tai on 2005-01-04 09:36:56 Re: Bathing Hi Emma, An exotic invite indeed. One of my favorites too and of your poems. I loved the gentle erotica. Smiling deeply. You are coming out girl!lol All the best for 2005 Mon Amie Tai Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-04 11:32:55 Re: Bathing Emma, Loved this: 'And that first virgin toe That embraces warmth As liquid steeps and creeps On shivered flesh ' Virgin toe...brill! The whole poem is a delight. A fav and a niomination from this poet. Regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-05 03:46:52 Re: Bathing Thanks Hazy there is nothing quite like a bath - I love lots of smellies and bubbles - lifts the spirit lol. Candles can be a bit dodgy, I singed the blind in the bathroom once. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-05 03:48:16 Re: Bathing Thanks Adele, For reading and making this a HS and nominating. My bit of escapism for winter nights! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-05 03:50:31 Re: Bathing Thanks Tai for reading, commenting and making this a HS. I used to write quite a lot of slight erotica at one stage - then I forgot how to lol (must be age) So I am glad you liked. All the best for the New Year Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-05 03:56:53 Re: Bathing Merci Louptimide, I am glad that you approve! I very nearly did not post this poem. Bathing is candle-lit water - is so soothing for soul and mind. Madame:-) Author's Reply: |
| Bridge of Sighs (posted on: 03-01-05) Reflecting Take me to the Bridge of Sighs And cast me in amongst The floating leaves and Careless thrown sticks Banking and overflowing Letting life bubbles Float up onto the Surface of my life Cast a stone To ripple upon the water Releasing captive Breathless struggles I meander, No aim or purpose The wind sigh's my name Ruffling the scarves That I bound, before I left Take me to the Bridge of Sighs Just once more It is only here, that I Can say my last goodbyes ©EMG04 Archived comments for Bridge of Sighs Zydha on 2005-01-03 04:25:47 Re: Bridge of Sighs Dear Emma, this is so beautifully sad (appropriately so, I guess) but, Banking and overflowing Letting life bubbles Float up onto the Surface of my life Cast a stone To ripple upon the water Releasing captive Breathless struggles Sheer poetry, I think this piece is one of the loveliest pieces I have read of yours, if it hadn't been nominated, I would have done so, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 05:19:25 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Zy, for reading and rating this - I wrote this only yesterday, but wasn't really that sure about it - so thought I would test the waters with this. I am so glad you liked it. I don't think its been nominated, but so long as you liked it, is what is important as your opinion is very valued. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2005-01-03 06:43:26 Re: Bridge of Sighs Hi Emma, this seems to be a time of inner reflection for a lot of writers, maybe everyone. A quiet meander, solemn and very touching. A beautiful poem All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 07:51:37 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Tai, for reading and rating this. I think this time of year, does make one reflect on things, I'm not really sure why - but I suppose its a way of reconciling the past year, and going forwards. All the best to you Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2005-01-03 08:41:52 Re: Bridge of Sighs Emma: This is a nice poem, with a delicacy of feeling about it, and then the gentle weight of your fine last stanza. A good poem. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 09:20:05 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you Swep, for reading and rating this poem, its I suppose at bit melancholic, but just a restrospective look back. Emma:-) Author's Reply: riggy on 2005-01-03 11:50:32 Re: Bridge of Sighs This flows well Emerald, thought-provoking and winsome. I love it. 🙂 Thank you. meg Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 13:28:51 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you Meg! Thank you so much for making this a fav, I really appreciate it! Best wishes for 2005 Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2005-01-03 15:20:17 Re: Bridge of Sighs Nice poem Emma. I had visions of a warm autumn evening. Have you heard the 60s song 'Itchykoo Park' by the Small Faces? - it makes reference to the Bridge of Sighs. Good poetry - melancholic images. Bye now. Author's Reply: Gerry on 2005-01-03 15:22:39 Re: Bridge of Sighs Emma, I could clearly see the picture you painted here with words. For me, a tender little poem. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 15:56:20 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Gerry, just one of my reflective moments in writing, nothing complicated. Thanks for the rating Happy New year to you and yours Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 16:00:38 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Shackleton, I wasn't born till 1967, but funnily I have heard that song - not well - you are the first person who has mentioned about the bridge of sighs - I wish I knew more about it _ it hit my mind, but with no prior knowledge Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2005-01-03 16:24:43 Re: Bridge of Sighs Beautiful moment captured here..."It is only here, that I Can say my last goodbyes" Well done, Ward Author's Reply: uppercase on 2005-01-03 17:57:40 Re: Bridge of Sighs Oh Emma how very sad and beautiful...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 18:36:19 Re: Bridge of Sighs thank you Ward, for reading and commenting on this - Just my bye for the old year. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-03 18:38:13 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you Erma, for your support and reading and rating - really appreciated! Best wishes, and looking forwards to reading the Will stories in entirety in this year! Emma:-) Author's Reply: AnthonyEvans on 2005-01-03 19:02:31 Re: Bridge of Sighs dear emerald, i too like this one, nice flow, just like the water under the bridge. best wishes, anthony. Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-04 01:52:24 Re: Bridge of Sighs Emma, A tender, meloncholy read. Lovely. Regards the Bridge of Sighs..... Located in Venice: The Bridge of Sighs received its name in the 17th century, because the prisoners who passed through it on their way to the prison cells on the other side would most likely see the beautiful sight of the lagoon and the island of S.Giorgio and freedom for the last time. You chose a fitting title for your poem! Regards, Adele 😉 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-04 04:43:29 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you Anthony, for reading and commenting on this. Glad that you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-04 04:46:49 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you Adele, For the information on the Bridge of Sighs - when I wrote this I knew there really was a Bridge of Sighs, but did not how it had received its name. I'm really pleased that you found the time to read and comment on this, and pass on your knowledge. Thanks again Emma:-) Author's Reply: chrissy on 2005-01-04 05:57:23 Re: Bridge of Sighs This is truly beautiful, like a long sad sigh. A wonderful read, well deserving of the nib. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-04 06:02:03 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you so much for reading and rating this Chrissy. I am glad that you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-04 11:49:33 Re: Bridge of Sighs Emma, I gathered you wanted to know the facts from your other comments here. I think it's wonderful that you could create your own work around the simple beauty of this place name. Very nice! Adele 😉 Author's Reply: jay12 on 2005-01-05 22:00:09 Re: Bridge of Sighs This is a really great read but it feels to me like a very sad poem. "I meander, No aim or purpose The wind sigh’s my name Ruffling the scarves That I bound, before I left" Jay. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-06 08:13:51 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Jay for reading and commenting on this poem. I prefer to think it is more reflective in some ways, but yes, it does have a sad undertone to it. Thanks also for rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2005-01-06 11:45:36 Re: Bridge of Sighs This gets title of the week for me. I could so easily hate you for being so good young lady. I will however, hold back my hatred as it will only render me bitter and twisted... wtf am I on about? Emmy, what I'm trying to say is, I like. Please try to be a bit crapper in the future though hey? Thanks. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-06 12:53:51 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Sunken, Never fear - I can write really crappy stuff - I think I have title somewhere called the QOC. Thanks for reading and rating - and I'm glad you liked Emma:-) Author's Reply: Pilgermann on 2005-01-07 07:30:48 Re: Bridge of Sighs Pure poetry, The first stanza pulls the reader in. Wonderful work Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-07 14:43:16 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thank you for reading and commenting on this piece. I am so glad you liked. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Penprince on 2005-01-07 23:44:18 Re: Bridge of Sighs Bridge of Sighs has been used thousands of times in poetry right from Lord Byron's days...I have a question--to whom is this goodbye meant for? It sounds as if Desdemona's spirit is talking to Othello...I like the evocative imagery you have used...the way a melancholic atmosphere is dispensed along the verses...Did I read it somewhere, have you posted it before? D Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2005-01-10 10:36:26 Re: Bridge of Sighs A particularly touching and enigmatic piece - because we can all read something different into it, perhaps? So, it has universal appeal. (Sorry I can't add anything truly original at this stage!) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-10 13:23:54 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Penprince, I've had this poem on another site, so I'm not sure if you have seen it there. It is quite a melancholy poem. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-10 13:25:45 Re: Bridge of Sighs Thanks Roy, I agree, people see different things in poems. I suppose this is meant to be fairly enigmatic. Its more based in someways on regrets. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| La Veille de Noel (posted on: 24-12-04) **************************** Tonight her appartement Will sparkle The wine will flow And talk Will scintillate Titivate, delight Old friends drawn Of past mistakes And delicious indiscretions Comrades, in the Game of love Battle scarred, triumphant She stares into the mirror Pats down her Freshly tinted curls Once her décolletage Was the envy Now it is just ample Her shoes will pinch But she will not mind As lovers from the past Sample petit fours And dance She wore a red dress once Bare shoulders Curves moulded In just the places Where men placed Their hands Spun attentions, as music Played soft tunes Her reverie is broken By the knock upon Her door A finishing touch Of pursed Ruby lips That will fade As her glass Leaves rings On dusty tables She opens her door A smile That does not quite Reach her eyes ''Bonsoir Madame'' A coquette look Once she held mystery Allure, a look He holds a lonely flower Tucked inside A book. ©EMG04 Archived comments for La Veille de Noel Emerald on 2004-12-24 09:43:29 Re: La Veille de Noel Thanks Nicoletta for reading and rating. Have a wonderful Christmas! Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-24 10:13:55 Re: La Veille de Noel Emma, IMO, one of your best. 'She opens her door A smile That does not quite Reach her eyes “Bonsoir Madame†A coquette look Once she held mystery Allure, a look He holds a lonely flower Tucked inside A book' I really enjoyed that final verse...it wrapped the entire image so poignantly. Nicely done. Adele Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-24 10:20:27 Re: La Veille de Noel Thank you so much Adele, for reading and making this a HS. I am so glad that you could see the images in this poem. That last verse was actually my favourite part of this poem Take care and have a wonderful Christmas Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-26 10:03:53 Re: La Veille de Noel Great poem one of your best I think. I loved the ending it was just right..Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-26 11:48:24 Re: La Veille de Noel Thank you so much Erma for reading and rating this poem - your support over the last year has been truly wonderful. Wishing you and your family a happy Christmas and New Year. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2004-12-27 05:50:34 Re: La Veille de Noel I know that we are supposed to be analytical in our appraisals, but Emma, I just thought this was excellent. I don't need to tell you why, as every word, every phrase, combined to paint the picture that I saw when I was reading. Magical. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-27 07:38:22 Re: La Veille de Noel Thank you Griffonner for reading and commenting on this - I am so glad that you enjoyed this and could visualise the picture. Wishing you a Happy Christmas and New Year Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-28 09:03:39 Re: La Veille de Noel A beautifully forlorne look back at our past splendour. But there is always beauty, just a difference sheen. A very Seasonal write. All the best to you. Have a fabulous 2005 love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-28 11:26:07 Re: La Veille de Noel Dear Tai, Thanks so much for reading and rating this. I have been so busy with my kids over Christmas, I have not had much time to read and comment on others work. Wishing you the best for 2005 - and looking forwards to lots more of your poems and short stories. Emma:-) Author's Reply: flash on 2004-12-28 17:11:45 Re: La Veille de Noel Very nice Emms. Your little French vignettes are a pleasure to read, bittersweet and subtly funny. xxxxxxxx Flashypants Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-29 07:26:27 Re: La Veille de Noel Thanks Flashy, Glad you enjoyed reading and saw the humour - or is it just my quirky humour? Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-12-29 08:09:40 Re: La Veille de Noel Lovely. A Christmas cracker. But I'm worried about that book. What book is it? Archie Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-29 16:03:04 Re: La Veille de Noel Thanks Archie for reading and commenting - Ah - the book - I think it would have to be a 'Christmas Carol' - or a book of festive recipes. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2004-12-30 11:57:34 Re: La Veille de Noel "He holds a lonely flower Tucked inside A book." Beautiful ending. This piece is so well crafted. Just love the lack of punctuation, which gives the reader such discretion. An unintended rhyme at the end, too (look/book)? Marvelous. Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-30 12:35:09 Re: La Veille de Noel Thanks Ward, I have to admit, the lack of punctuation is more because I can't do punctuation - but I am glad you enjoyed, and thank you for reading Wishing you a wonderful 2005 Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-01-01 13:33:38 Re: La Veille de Noel Thank you Corin for reading and rating this Happy New Year Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Pyjama Game (posted on: 20-12-04) Entirely frivolous - just a happy Xams to all of you - take care, enjoy! He stands, as we are introduced, Looking better than I thought possible. Glad now I wore the bootlace dress That reveals and lightly just conceals; The evening now has possibilities. I know all the others at 'our' table; We're the 'two spares' Adrift in a tide of 'couples'. Black tie looks so nice, but I wonder Would he look as good in pyjamas And early morning stubble? But I'm getting ahead of myself, And for this evening He is only my 'blind date'. On the dance floor He does strange things with his arms; I edge closer to the band Wondering if I'm too old to be a 'groupie'. He's better sitting down, less noticeable, I take a slug of wine As he bores me about 'spread sheets'. Four courses later, I'm struck by irresistible thought: Would hot, black coffee in his lap Stop him BORING ME? I catch the eye of matchmaking friend Vowing never to let her arrange again; The strange vicissitudes of being Single in life's game. I turn and face my evenings escort As tumbled thought reverberates in my mind That personally, I prefer men naked in bed, And he's the type that would definitely wear Paisley patterned pyjamas. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Pyjama Game deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-20 17:19:38 Re: Pyjama Game Emma, What a deliciously biting and irreverant piece! Right up my alley! Loved it! Cheers, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-21 05:24:10 Re: Pyjama Game Thank you Adele, I am glad that you enjoyed this and for making it a fav. Happy Xmas Emma:-) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-12-21 13:36:18 Re: Pyjama Game Hy Emma, your humour never fails to catch me by suprise, wonderfully teasing and fun, another super festive read, Merry Christmas, Zydha x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-21 14:17:59 Re: Pyjama Game Thanks Zy, and I hope you have a wonderful christmas! Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: barenib on 2004-12-21 16:05:14 Re: Pyjama Game Emma, a lot of your poems seem to have a certain delicately wicked quality about them that appeals greatly to me. I've been in this situation once or twice - from the male point of view trying to be a gentleman can also be difficult sometimes! I don't have any Paisley pyjamas by the way. John. Author's Reply: flash on 2004-12-21 16:16:22 Re: Pyjama Game Hi Emma Flash here, Chief custodian and monitor for da dignity and well being of da freads. Look it's bad enough havin to keep an eye on dat minxy Kat wiv out you startin all dis se..thingy nonsense as well!! Dis sort of poeme can attract da wrong sort of bloke*coughs..Wolfie...cough* so be careful won't you? Wot is a Bootlace dress? nuffink pervy i hope? xxxxxxx Flashypants Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-22 03:01:55 Re: Pyjama Game Thanks John, for reading - my advice is never ever wear paisley pyjamas, a definite no no, and never listen to well meaning friends who claim they have found your 'soul' mate. Glad you enjoyed. Have a Happy Xmas Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-22 03:06:54 Re: Pyjama Game Hi Flash, Thanks for reading - just warning those poor singles out there about what not to wear in bed - vitally important if you want to find the man/woman of your dreams! A bootlace dress - is one with lots of straps, and not much material - would I ever suggest anything pervy? Happy Xmas Emma:-) Author's Reply: blackdove on 2004-12-22 10:17:28 Re: Pyjama Game Why wear pyjamas? Merry Christmas to you and the 'right bloke' when he appears... I almost said something else there, just managed to stop myself...good job I didn't have that last wine.. Jem x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-23 03:21:10 Re: Pyjama Game Thanks Jem, for reading and commenting. I'll have that last glass of wine for you. Happy Christmas Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-12-24 05:07:42 Re: Pyjama Game Loved this 🙂 Really made me smile and could relate so much to it! The older I get, the more I look at men and think 'Yep, you could be The One'. Then, after more than one date, or a few conversations, things about them irritate the hell out of me and that's it... outa my life lol. One bloke's hands were too small and girlie... another ate too quick... one couldn't kiss... one was erm, 'disappointing' lol, one slurped his tea, and the rest... well, one dumped me rather unceremoniously, and the others were just little boys playing at being grown ups. Definitely a fave read for me 🙂 Eternally Single Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-24 09:46:11 Re: Pyjama Game Thanks Hazy, For reading and making this a HS - single life can be so complicated, but then again so can married life. Can't live with them, but can't live without them. Have an enjoyable Christmas! Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Keep Smiling Babe (posted on: 17-12-04) ********************************8 This is not me not the person you expect or even want to see This is me in the raw, uncut the full version. Go on, hide your eyes your wiles, your ways Pure, unadulterated me. A screw up who cries, when she should laugh laughs when she should cry I love you more than you will ever know but I won't tell you Never, ever tell you. Smile darling Look at the picture on the mantlepiece you know the one circa 1992 I was smiling then Now I just smile artificially of course God, isn't it great what a prescription can do! Archived comments for Keep Smiling Babe tai on 2004-12-17 04:53:38 Re: Keep Smiling Babe I love this emma kicking off. I know the best medicine for you girl and you can't bottle it. Excellent raw and rearing up at lifes bitches. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-12-17 08:00:07 Re: Keep Smiling Babe A good read Emma! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:56:08 Re: Keep Smiling Babe Thanks Tai, I have a confession to make with this poem - I posted it straight onto the screen last night in a fit of I'm too tired and I'm not organised for christmas yet mood. I think this is just reflective of my last minute christmas panics. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:56:47 Re: Keep Smiling Babe Thanks Kat, for commenting and reading this, it is much appreciated. Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2004-12-17 16:26:11 Re: Keep Smiling Babe For a moment this brought to mind 'The Streets' ('Dry your eyes, mate...') and then the bit about laughing and crying at the wrong times, which can be me- I sometimes laugh out of context (a sort of laugh of recognising an irony in a bad situation but the other person usually misinterprets it) and I once laughed out loud in the cinema at a supposedly scary bit in the film when everyone else was actually screaming. Anyway, enough about me. Good poem, kind of sad and haunting in a way. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-18 04:23:20 Re: Keep Smiling Babe Thanks Discopants - I'm always out of sync, and can laugh and cry at the most inappropriate times. Glad I'm not the only one. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Requiem for Santa (posted on: 17-12-04) Just silly Santa died last night Amidst the cold and ice His red frock coat No barrier to shield And stamping hooves Kick up the stars Send them scattering Shrieking in the wind ''Poor Santa'', weeps the child ''Did he forget his thermal vest?'' As parents hurry to drag their offspring From silent vigil at lonely windows The brandy glass will remain unfilled And mincemeat cased in pastry Shan't pass his lips again So light a fire, all is well Chimneys the universe length Can belch out their noxious fumes Beat off that cold winter's gloom Santa died last night He's buried deep in snow and ice And when the thaw decides to melt He won't be there Now is that not nice? ©EMG04 Archived comments for Requiem for Santa deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-17 04:19:29 Re: Requiem for Santa Emerald, Just right for the mood I am in; I realy enjoyed this one! Regards, Adele Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-17 04:56:35 Re: Requiem for Santa Emma, this is the first one I think is just silly too. Smiling Tai. Thank god you didn't get a nib or I would have kicked someone.lol Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-17 05:01:56 Re: Requiem for Santa Oh....you did. Who should I kick, myself perhaps! hmmm....might have started something here. oops Sorry but.... love anyway Tai Author's Reply: shadow on 2004-12-17 11:34:48 Re: Requiem for Santa Ah, poor Santa! But - whodunnit? I suspect some poor parent, driven mad by the search for stocking-fillers ... Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-12-17 13:07:11 Re: Requiem for Santa Bah Humbug, as Dickens would say, lol. Oh, Emma, I love this, I think you have added the last line since I first read it and it finishes this 'gloomy' piece of fun off nicely, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:59:25 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Adele, well, this is me being a bit cynical I am afraid - every year I panic at christmas, but being the most disorganised person, and also broke until the last minute - as much as I love Santa, I sometimes think it would be nice to just sleep through christmas. Thank you for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 14:02:00 Re: Requiem for Santa Oh Tai, you have just made me giggle so much with your comments. Where did that nib come from? I had a look early this morning to see if my poems were on - then had to dash out. There wasn't a nib on this one then! Please don't kick yourself - it is just a silly poem - I do like christmas really - not such a cynical old bat really. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 14:03:35 Re: Requiem for Santa You are so right Shadow - I am still frantically trying to find stocking fillers for my sons - panic has set in - my hair has gone white - I'm knocking back the vino, and chewing my nails. Thanks for reading this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 14:06:22 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Zy, you know my black humour so well! I really must try and post something positive about christmas. The boys are getting all excited - but we've been so busy the last 10 days or so with concerts, and I am such a disorganised person, I haven't bought a single present yet. Next week will see me frantically scouring the shops! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Nicoletta on 2004-12-17 14:21:48 Re: Requiem for Santa Hmm:) very cool poem Emma! Nicoletta Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-17 14:40:24 Re: Requiem for Santa Poor old feller and Will was waitin on em to visit Annie's house. I'll let her tell em he ain't a comin...lol..Very cute and silly poem Happiest of holidays...Erma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-12-17 15:34:06 Re: Requiem for Santa Santa's dead? Does that mean we can cancel Xmas (-: Yay! Go on, say it - HUMBUG. Nice ickul poem Emma. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-18 04:25:30 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Nicoletta for reading and rating this poem. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-18 04:28:09 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Erma - poor Will! But you never know I think Santa might just get revived to visit Wills house - he wouldn't want to leave Will disappointed. Thanks for reading and rating this daft poem. Happy Xmas and New Year Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-18 04:31:22 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Sunken - just think of all the money we can save if we cancel christmas - no more debts and starving in January cold, but then again....... This is my panic poem for christmas - and knowing as always I'll be the mad person still shopping on christmas eve at midnight. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Ionicus on 2004-12-21 11:40:30 Re: Requiem for Santa Good grief! How did he die? Has he got a successor or will my stocking remain empty this Christmas? I'll hold you responsible if that happens. Nice amusing little poem, Em. You old cynic. Love and Seasons greetings. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-21 13:12:44 Re: Requiem for Santa Thanks Ionicus, for reading and rating - I'm sure a successor to Santa has been found - probably one of those Santa's that walk around town centres, half drunk and ringing a bell. Happy Christmas to you Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| The Carollers (posted on: 13-12-04) ******************** The carollers, with their candles lit Walk through Garden City A frosty air, red apple cheeks As children clutch their mothers' hands. Madame watches from her balcony Remembering, how as a child She held her candle high And marched on cold and frosty eves To stand before the war memorial While widows shed a tear And scolded little boys For standing too close With lighted flame to hair. She would wear her red, Black buttoned coat Fur lined black boots And jaunty hat That grand-mère would forever Straighten, tucking curls Out of sight. Afterwards they would Sit in the café, where papa For a treat, would give her Red wine topped with water And a storyteller would Do the rounds of Over acted Christmas stories His face painted with garish makeup A Pernod, to keep his voice Long and low and deep They, the children would giggle And shuffle in their seats While maman threw looks A finger to her lips – sshh She likes to watch the children Angelic faces in the cold The wonderment and mystery A chocolate treat For those who keep Their candle lit And melted wax balls thrown At school ground enemies The times, they do not change as such But now, she is an onlooker Of Christmas past and present ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Carollers RoyBateman on 2004-12-13 11:01:31 Re: The Carollers How very wistful and sad - liked the ending especially. Not much future left, perhaps? Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:29:27 Re: The Carollers Thanks Roy, this turned out a bit sadder at the end, than I intended - but it was a wistful look a times past. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-12-15 11:32:41 Re: The Carollers Ooooh another Madame poem 🙂 Nice one Emma. You know I like these ones! There's a line that doesn't sit quite right with me though... Remembering, how as a child When she held her candle high I think you need to remove 'When'. Either that, or a word needs adding somewhere after that sentence. It may be that I'm reading it wrong - can you let me know? Hazy x Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-12-15 11:42:14 Re: The Carollers Just found an apostrophe that needs moving too. As children clutch their mother’s hands. should be mothers' as it's children, not child, therefore more than one mother. Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-15 12:33:14 Re: The Carollers Thanks Hazy, I've made the corrections. it should now read Remembering, how as a child She held her candle high I agree, it does sound better, less stilted. Glad you liked, and thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-17 05:08:19 Re: The Carollers Now, I really love this one. A an honest and pleasant memory of childhood, wistfully charming poem. We are so lucky to have these sort of memories. I sometimes look on and see others doing the same as I did back when the bairns were small and I think, how things change, but for me the main thing is, that at some time, I did it too. Everything changes but that does not have to mean for the worse....just different.imo All the best love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:47:46 Re: The Carollers Thanks Tai, I was brought up quite strictly (religiously) - but the ceremonies of christmas still fill me with wonder, but this is just madame looking back on a colourful past. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Doll smiles (posted on: 13-12-04) A work in progress - it needs tightening We smile Pretty little dolly faces Coy, cutesy curls Love me please We say F***, is the order of the day You lose that inner innocence And curls are flattened By the rain Lipstick kisses on glasses Are just never the same He called me 'babe' I liked the way He looked and said And made me feel I called him 'hon' He liked that too We laughed And sold our souls. I'm older now, Not wiser A little tattered around The corners I play peek-a-boo With shadows but the doll sits firmly on the shelf. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Doll smiles Zydha on 2004-12-13 04:52:43 Re: Doll smiles Hy Emma, cynical, sad, but beautifully describing a learning curve, can't see much more you can do to it. Love the analogy, Zy Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-12-13 08:19:40 Re: Doll smiles Loving the title for starters Em. Playing peek-a-boo with shadows as the doll sits firmly on the shelf - sublime. I love it and can't see how you could tighten it anymore? A 'great read' too! Well done, much deserved. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-12-14 12:06:19 Re: Doll smiles Good one Emma Like the final stanza the most. Only bits I'm iffy on are: 'You lose that inner innocence' = feels like it should be 'We lose'. But you could be meaning it to generalise more. I'm also not keen on 'inner innocence'. When spoken, it sounds awkward. Maybe that line could be turned around somehow? Also, I do like the lines "We laughed And sold our souls" But I feel like I've heard it before, which possibly indicates a cliche. I'm not sure. Would be hard to replace it though and it's not like I don't like it... Anyway, great poem, only very minor tweaking needed in my opinion. Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:31:02 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Sunken for reading and the '10' - I posted this a bit impulsively, as I wasn't really too sure about it. I'm so glad you like it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:32:42 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Zy, for reading and the '10' - it is a bit cynical, I had better be careful or people will think I am really cynical. I wasn't at all sure of this, but thought I put this on, and just see what the outcome was - I actually expected this to die a slow death lol Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:36:03 Re: Doll smiles Hi Hazy, Thanks for the advice - inner innocence, is something I've used before in another poem. You're right - I should have used 'We' - as I said in the intro - I'm not entirely happy with it - but was a bit lost over what to do with it. Thanks so much for the suggestions with this - and I'll probably keep playing around with this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-12-16 06:26:19 Re: Doll smiles I thought this a great read too Emma! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-12-16 07:25:11 Re: Doll smiles EXCELLENT work, Emma! Author's Reply: MissClawdy on 2004-12-16 10:11:16 Re: Doll smiles Hi Emerald. I think this is a beautiful poem. I love the line 'curls are flattened by the rain.' The only word that didn't seem to flow right to me was 'said' ('I liked the way he looked and said, and made me feel'). I love subtle macabre of your writing. xxxx MissClawdy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-16 13:36:28 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Kat, this is a little different to how I normally write, so was a bit unsure about it. Thanks for reading. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-16 13:36:59 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Kat for rating 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-16 13:38:22 Re: Doll smiles Thank you Penprince, I am glad you thought this was ok. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-16 13:40:21 Re: Doll smiles Thank you MissClawdy - I am glad you liked this, I was unsure - mainly over the swearing in it - although I can swear in speech, I find it hard to in poetry for some strange reason. I am still looking to how to improve this piece. Thank you for reading and commenting Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-17 04:50:18 Re: Doll smiles A great poem emma, but I think it is all in the eye of the baby doll, myself. Painful but sweet. Merry Christmas and a happy 2005 to you. love Tai Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-12-17 06:33:55 Re: Doll smiles I was particularly drawn in by the lines>>You lose that inner innocence And curls are flattened By the rain << reminded me of some of my own posts. WORTHY great read! D Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-17 06:40:17 Re: Doll smiles Emerald, Boy, are there a lot of painful 'he/she did me wrong' poems on here today, or is it me ? Just goes to show how much we all have in common!....but I digress....about your poem.... I'm with Sunken...that finish is absolutely brilliant! The title is a definite puller...immediately throws you into the feel... F***, is the order of the day You lose that inner innocence And curls are flattened By the rain Lipstick kisses on glasses Are just never the same' THAT was a stunner! Fine read, luv. Adele 🙂 ' Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:49:18 Re: Doll smiles Thank you Penprince - I seem to be going through a rather cynical stage with poetry at the moment, I'm not sure why. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:50:54 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Tai, Honestly, I am not as cynical as I sound in real life, but for some reason I seem to be sounding a miserable thing. A merry christmas to you also Enjoy Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:53:06 Re: Doll smiles Thanks Adele, It must be the christmas air or something, that makes us write of the he/she did me wrong. Generally I am quite an optimistic person, I think christmas is definitely affecting me - I have done no shopping or anything yet - so panic resounds. Thanks for reading Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-17 13:53:59 Re: Doll smiles Thank you silentmemories, Tai, and Deepoceanfish for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Monsieur Axonge (posted on: 10-12-04) Madame's past is catching up with her A small light shines From Monsieur Axonge Appartement In a few hours He will have to rise And open the Charcuterie But for now he is content To lie in bed And listen to the music That emanates From Madame's balcony. Monsieur Axonge Recalls yesterday When love Held a flower in her hair And he did not sport A black moustache Just watched a vision From his uncles shop Lightly dancing her way Out of his life But deep into his heart <><><> ©EMG04 Archived comments for Monsieur Axonge barenib on 2004-12-10 08:15:38 Re: Monsieur Axonge You know you've got me hooked on your tales of Madame! As good as ever - John. Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-12-10 10:43:14 Re: Monsieur Axonge So descriptive, yet so sad for poor Monsieur Axonge. Nicely done... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-12-10 11:03:08 Re: Monsieur Axonge I love these little poems too 🙂 I've got a vivid picture of that little street in my mind. Washing hanging, cobbles, balconies, little coffee shop, flowers... have probably added some of my own imagination to it now!! Can't remember how much of the vision is what you've painted, but it's very clear to me! Wish I could be there right now 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-10 11:20:09 Re: Monsieur Axonge Scenes from an old black and white movie fill my mind when I read these little gems....Erma Author's Reply: flash on 2004-12-11 00:57:25 Re: Monsieur Axonge i loved this one too,one of those little sedate french market towns vignettes, where passions run deep. Is there an s missing from Axonge in the line below Emma? DUH if i'm incorrect. 'From Monsieur Axonge Appartement.' Nice work xxxxxxxxx Flashypants Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:04:21 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thanks Flashy - you are probably right - because for me When I write I tend to use phonetic - I am just so useless at your english grammar. I am glad that you liked this, and pleased that you came to read. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:06:00 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thank you John - they seem to be coming a part of a serial with me - even I am becoming hooked on what will happen next with 'Madame'. Thank you for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:08:13 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thanks Erma - I am so glad you enjoy these - I love old black and white films - you are so kind with your rating also. I am a bit slow this weekend, but have read your Will story, and will comment tomorrow - a wonderful story as always. I hope you will one day make them into a novel, because they are so gripping. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:10:44 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thanks Hazy, I am so pleased that they give you a picture. - your imagination whether the same as mine or just yours is wonderful - because with these I like to think the reader can just picture what is pleasing to them. Oh to be back home again - would be wonderful - I miss so much where I spend my childhood. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:12:17 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thank you so much Gerry for your lovely comments and rating - as I said earlier to Erma, I have read your story, but due to time and chaos (as always) have not had time to reply to as much as I would like. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-12-13 09:22:50 Re: Monsieur Axonge This is like some weird olfactory dream. But this is getting spooky Emma. We both have a 'Hitler' piece. My next story is about a butcher. Archie Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-14 04:52:43 Re: Monsieur Axonge Hi emma, a sentimental missed opportunity of love, story. The imagery is great, Are you french then? Love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:23:23 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thanks Archie for commenting and reading - Maybe we are thought tapping - I'll look out for your butcher piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:24:55 Re: Monsieur Axonge Merci Louptimide - you are the only one who noticed what Axonge means! I think poor Monsieur Axonge suffers from love unrequited. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-14 13:27:12 Re: Monsieur Axonge Thanks Tai for reading and commenting, and the generous rating. I'm a bit of a mixture of french, spanish and a small bit of russian - a true mongrel I think! Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Night Song (posted on: 10-12-04) A poem Night song called to me, haunting, taunting me as spider trails played lazy games and danced upon my skin. My body stilled as waves that chilled flowed on shores I held within, and needle pricks pierced my skin. The music played in harrowed tones as vipers squirmed, wormed through bones of memories so long interred, grotesque horrors, so long forgot. I stood and watched, slowly drawn as moonlight flicked on winter lawns, luminous games to tease and ease, winding through now barren trees that licked and dripped and bathed in pools of effervescent silvered mists. I saw the curling forms that writhed, entwined, spirits of vapour, long tapering trails that crawled and called in breathless wails, leaving shadows of ghostly entrails. I watched as one a flautist flawed, who rose from ground whipping round, and such a pain I held my head in fingers vain as music soared. This song that whined and dined and fed on fears of all those times, long empty years when burning tears burnt like ice of uneasy minds embittered souls of long lost goals. I wept as shadows crept across the sky to drown and die, and moonlight dipped its final bow, banishing mists of drones that hissed and sank to ground spinning round and round. This song of night that called to me lasting echoes, a whispered trance, to sink with final cry a last remembered contortionist's dance. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Night Song Zydha on 2004-12-10 05:57:10 Re: Night Song Wonderful, Emma, what imagery. One of my favourites and one of your best, I stood and watched, slowly drawn as moonlight flicked on winter lawns, luminous games to tease and ease, winding through now barren trees that licked and dripped and bathed in pools of effervescent silvered mists. You varied rhyme and free verse really successfully here. Darn...I haven't done my challenge poem yet! Zy Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-12-10 08:05:04 Re: Night Song I enjoyed this dreamy descriptive poem. You painted a lovely picture---right to the end... Gerry. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-10 11:16:33 Re: Night Song Misty, creepy, cold feel to this poem I like it Em...Erma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-12-10 14:27:53 Re: Night Song Like a fine wine, young Emmy, this went down a treat. I was going to use another analogy there but thought better of it. After all, you are a lady. And judging by this, a lady of great talent. You're becoming one of my favs on uka. Maybe you should think of dumbing down a little (-; Excellent stuff young lady. It really does flow brilliantly. A 10/10 for me and I don't care who knows it! s u n k e n Author's Reply: flash on 2004-12-10 14:34:52 Re: Night Song For such a long poem this had such a lovely lyrical flow to it all the way through, must have taken great effort and skill to craft this Emma. Very impressive indeed. xxxxxxxx Flashypants Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 04:29:43 Re: Night Song Thanks Flashy, I did wonder if this poem was a bit too long, in fact it is shorter than it originally was, as I can tend to waffle on sometimes. I am so glad you enjoyed and commented on this. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 04:31:35 Re: Night Song Wow - thank you so much Sunken - I am so glad you liked this, and gave a 10. Thank you for the lovely comment, and taking the time to read and comment on this piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 04:32:33 Re: Night Song Thank you Gerry for reading and rating this piece, I am glad you enjoyed it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 04:35:44 Re: Night Song Thanks Zy for the rating and the HS - I was a bit worried this was a bit too long - I think I rewrote this poem quite a few times before I decided I couldn't fiddle around with it anymore lol I am so pleased that you liked this and think it works, as I was worried that with the varied rhyme it could seem a bit disjointed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 04:37:59 Re: Night Song Thanks Erma for reading and rating this poem - it is a bit creepy. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-11 07:54:21 Re: Night Song Hi emma, I like this poem, you seem to be exorcising some demons and will benefit from the airing, I feel sure. Great Poem girl. and it flows beautifullly. I would have changed the last two lines to 'a lost, but now remembered, contortionist's dance.' Just a thought. love Taii Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-11 15:15:40 Re: Night Song Thanks Tai, and thanks so much for your suggestions - people are so kind here to make helpful suggestions! I rewrote and rewrote this poem several times - and was so worried that it was too long and confusing. I think your suggestion is good. Thank you also for the rating - it is lovely to have such feedback from others. Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2004-12-11 20:31:50 Re: Night Song Emma It's already been mentioned by others but it's worth reiterating- this has a fantastic flow to it and is thus so easy to read. Disco Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-12 15:38:07 Re: Night Song Thanks Trevor - I think you are probably right - with christmas here - I have been working non stop with music - this weekend has been hectic with choirs and recitals. I was too, worried that there was too much imagery in this, in fact I cut this poem down quite a bit before actually posting. Thanks for the rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-12 15:41:01 Re: Night Song Thanks Disco, I actually never intended to post this, and put it in as a last minute submission - I am so glad you enjoyed reading - and for the comment Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Hitler's Bathtub (posted on: 06-12-04) ********************************** Hitler sits in a metal bathtub While Eva scrubs his back Hans the chauffeur Is off duty And Helga does Fricassee of beef. <><><> And in a hell hole Somewhere Beyond the cold Black mountains Simple people dig a hole And wonder What comes next <><><> Today, I bath my mother Who lives in lives Long gone Mama is waiting For absolution And a health visitor Who can't call <><><> While Hitler has his Back scrubbed I feed mama With a teaspoon And she doesn't Look at me anymore <><><> As Hitler's chauffeur shuts The armour plated door ©EMG03 Archived comments for Hitler's Bathtub Zydha on 2004-12-06 07:29:12 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Parallel lives, Emma, wonderfully twisting humour and deeper thought here, love it again, Zydha Author's Reply: richardwatt on 2004-12-06 08:08:13 Re: Hitler's Bathtub I didn't understand most of this (perhaps because I am hungover), but what I did get out of the poem was a sort of emotional attachment, which strikes through even the most overdue essaying. Beryond the cold black mountains, people digging ... is that meant to be Wales? All the best, rick x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-06 08:43:41 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks Zy, for reading again, and rating so generously. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-06 08:45:49 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks rick for reading and commenting - hope the hangover isn't too bad! cold black mountains have nothing to do with Wales - Its probably me being far too obscure. Its a parallel between different lives. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-12-07 09:29:52 Re: Hitler's Bathtub An entirely understandable subject Emma. Well done Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-07 09:36:07 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks Val, thought I'd got far too obscure with this poem - I'm so relieved you understood. Thanks for the 10 as well. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-07 13:00:43 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thank you freya for reading and giving a HS to this piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-07 16:22:43 Re: Hitler's Bathtub well done I like it. The differences in the lives of folks is well stated....Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-07 17:25:58 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks Erma for reading and the generous rating - I'm so glad you saw the differences, sometimes when I write, I know what I mean, but forget that others may not see the same as me. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-12-07 17:42:51 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Another gem. Are Hans and Helga man and wife? What did she put in that fricasse? Why is Hitler becoming fashionable again? Archie Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-07 17:49:13 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks Archie, I look forwards to your replies! Hans and Helga ran off to Argentina together - and paprika was in the fricasee - and hitler is just a sad memory who lies unscrubbed in an old tin bathtub. Thanks for the rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-08 10:32:27 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Emma, Obscure or not, this is a fine piece; well enjoyed! Using the tunb as a focal point was an artful move. Well done! Regards, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Omma_Velada on 2004-12-08 12:46:58 Re: Hitler's Bathtub A very powerful piece, the contrasts work well. The horror of the hole-diggers and the tough reality of the carer really come across. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-08 12:55:28 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thank you so much Adele - funnily it was the image of the bathtub that came to me first for this poem - I have no idea why, but it evolved from there, and my off beat humour. Thank you so much as well for the generous rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-08 12:56:48 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thank you so much for reading - I am glad you think it worked - I was concerned that I was being to obscure with this piece. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2004-12-09 15:33:12 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Fascinating study. The evil one, the hell-hole, the disintergrating loved-one...resolution. I really enjoyed this, Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-09 15:38:25 Re: Hitler's Bathtub Thanks Ward for reading and commenting on this piece - I started writing this, as more a humorous piece, then - issues kind of intruded into it. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Silver Tears (posted on: 03-12-04) ********************************* They are only silver traces Of a yesterdays sad dream When rain pattered On the window pane And wind laid bare The tree. Trails etched in Loneliness Where weariness Clouds the view Just the ghostly silver Of the ravages of war Where lives were cost In bitterness And diamonds Were hard currency ©EMG04 Archived comments for Silver Tears Zydha on 2004-12-03 21:47:29 Re: Silver Tears I haven't read this one before Emma, my goodness, it is sad, but, with your usual eloquence and skill, it is beautifully sad. Can't think why it hasn't been commented on yet, but...did you mean 'cost' or 'lost'? perhaps 'valued' if it is cost would eleviate doubt, but it is a super poem whichever, Emma, as always, 'night, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-04 03:48:33 Re: Silver Tears Thanks Zy, I put this on at the last minute, and didn't expect it to get much reaction. I wrote it a while ago now, so thought I'd give it an airing. Yes I can see the ambiguity of 'cost'. Its meant really to be cost as in lost - confusing - I may go and change it - as I can see it could lead to confusion. Thanks for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| A la carte (posted on: 03-12-04) ************************************ She wears a bathrobe with The name 'Hotel St Pierre' In embroidered writing Across the back She flicks out her cigarette In the ashtray 'St Moritz' Her hair wrapped in A fluffy white towel Which she nicked from the 'Ritz' <><><> And the mini bar is always filled With miniatures and peanuts Dry roasted And when she travels, She travels light Returning with her, Little souvenirs Just memories of time spent In other rooms, all en suite <><><> A shoe shine, a trouser press That pretty print of summer's rose Bars of soap, a shower cap That come in handy plastic packs The table lamp And bedside bible She's never read Alone in bed. <><><> The crested dishes on her shelves Of secret meals spent a la carte 'Do not disturb' hangs on her door As unwanted bills float to the floor She'll sit and smile And plan a trip So many treasures To fill the gap. <><><> ©EMG04 Archived comments for A la carte Zydha on 2004-12-03 07:50:34 Re: A la carte I am not cerain, but I think you have edited this since I last read it, Emma, but it is still an amusing read, with a tinge of sadness and, I have enjoyed reading this again. We know where we stand here, lol, don't we, guilty of the 'little' things, Emma , well...me anyway, Zy Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-12-03 09:24:46 Re: A la carte Nicely written--everyone to their own thing. lol. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-03 12:31:13 Re: A la carte Thanks Zy for reading again - I haven't edited it, its still the same - I think its rather died here though. Thanks for the generous rating. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-03 12:31:52 Re: A la carte Thanks Gerry, for reading and the generous rating. Emma Author's Reply: flash on 2004-12-03 13:19:08 Re: A la carte hi emma love this sort of stuff, a tale within a poem. Bittersweetly sad though. nice work xxxxxx Flashypants Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-03 13:32:02 Re: A la carte Thanks Flashy, Thought this had bombed rather - with my weird sense of humour. You're right it is bittersweet - trying to fulfil an empty life. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:-) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-12-03 15:33:15 Re: A la carte A gal with memories all around her kinda sad and sweet at the same time....good one..Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-03 15:48:19 Re: A la carte Thanks Erma - memories can be kind of sad and sweet at times. Thank you for the generous rating too. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Slovitt on 2004-12-04 17:51:54 Re: A la carte Emma: This is very well written, with no waste despite the wealth of details. And your use of rhymes, and cracked rhymes gives it a flow that one isn't conscious of, until looking back. Your message is clear, and one makes a life as one can. A good poem. Swep Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-05 06:02:30 Re: A la carte Thanks Swep, for taking the time to read and comment on this poem. I'm glad that you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-12-05 13:50:21 Re: A la carte One of your best in my munky influenced opinion young Em. You're too clever and its not fair. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-05 14:50:09 Re: A la carte Thanks Sunken - I wish I was clever - its either hit or miss with me when I write - thanks for reading and the generous rating - and also calling me young! Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-06 03:48:40 Re: A la carte Merci Louptimide, I will try to remember those words. Emma:-) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-12-06 11:50:38 Re: A la carte Hi Emma, a very sensitive and forlorne poem, the last line said it all for me. Beautiful expression of life without! I am sure a lot can identify with it. love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-06 12:23:37 Re: A la carte Thanks Tai, for reading and commenting on this piece. Some peoples lives can be rather sad, trying to find things to make them happy. Thanks also for the generous rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| The Lion Waits (posted on: 29-11-04) It is obscure and to do with a memory. Also to save confusion this has nothing to do with Lions at all - nothing to do with their feeding or mating habits. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amongst the potted palms And aspidistra's leafed cover The lion paces Eyes agleam The only light In a darkened foot well Alert to sound Body poised Ears cocked, listening. Laughter, merriment An echo in the cavernous hall A sponge, wettened, waiting Drip, drip, drip Inaudible to all but he. Giggles, excited chatter The sound of footsteps On wooden floors, clatter Breezy ''byes, good luck'' Doors closing, with catch click His victim, chosen prey, descends The lion from cover pounces Sponging dreams He aims straight for the jugular As tears of black mascara rain Leaving greasy trails On water marked taffeta. The lion retreats His maiming done Leaving heaving prey In pools of lost dreams. Through his jungle He seeks to find A watering-hole, to quench His now ravening thirst. This king in a domestic jungle Of spoilt memories And lace picked holes Family proud His killing done And just the drip, drip, drip As leafy plumage Conceals. ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Lion Waits dogfrog on 2004-11-29 04:12:11 Re: The Lion Waits You are having a profilic month aren't you? Despite the fact that you have a lion in your poem, I was thinking of a tiger. If the lion is not so important, I'll try and persuade you to change it 🙂 Lions are so Jumanji whilst tigers are bohemian and are the perfect accompanyment to aspidistras. It reminds me of two things, one is a painting of a tiger in the undergrowth (i've been search google for it with no luck, just lots of naked chicks with tiger tatoos!) and the second is Kipling but that is clearly a tiger thing to... Actually the more I read, it the more I like it. I like the drip, drip, drips to, reminds me of 10.15 Saturday Night by The Cure which strangely fits in with your Victorian house, with its polished floorboards and aspidistras. Cool, cool, cool. df Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 04:29:38 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks df, you are not the first person to say they thought a tiger would be more appropriate, although generally I think the poem confused. The most problem I had with this poem was getting my spell check to not change aspisdistra to espadrilles. Thanks for reading and the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-11-29 04:40:42 Re: The Lion Waits Great poem and yes it did remind my of Kipling's Tiger Tiger....you say it nothing to do with lions but I would say a predator is a suitable description of the subject in your poem. Enjoyable read All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 04:50:42 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Tai, looks like I may have to change it to tiger - but yes it is a predator image. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Michel on 2004-11-29 07:59:39 Re: The Lion Waits Captivating, beautiful work, Emery! *Maybe it's a Rousseau tiger? (in your painting, I mean, Mr Dog) Author's Reply: dogfrog on 2004-11-29 08:16:06 Re: The Lion Waits Yes it is!! Thanks Michel Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 10:09:03 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Michel, Glad you liked. Just been googling Rousseau tiger Emma:) Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-11-29 12:57:44 Re: The Lion Waits I personally think this is one of your best yet Emma well done and congrats on the great read thoroughly deserved. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 13:01:22 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Val, for the generous rating - I posted this at the last minute - as it had had very mixed reactions on other sites, but I was curious to see what others would make of it - I am glad you liked it. Love Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-11-29 14:13:41 Re: The Lion Waits Congrats on the nib young Emmy, very much deserved. I think its all been said. You know I'm crap at this. I like. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 16:14:00 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Sunken, I am glad you like - I think we run equal on the comments side - I know what I like, but can never find the right words.. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-11-29 21:01:00 Re: The Lion Waits What a super read Emma. This made me think of domestic violence/what goes on behind closed doors - powerful writing - excellent work. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 03:36:51 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Kat, for reading and the generous rating - I wasn't at all sure if anyone would get this poem, as it was a little obscure. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-11-30 06:57:19 Re: The Lion Waits I get it Emma. Some people have to tear you apart and leave parts hanging especially your heart. The bastards!!!!....great read I love it...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 10:36:07 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Erma for taking the time to read this and leave such a generous rating. I'm glad you understood. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 10:36:51 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Nicoletta, for reading and leaving such a generous rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 10:45:24 Re: The Lion Waits Merci, for reading this poem - now you have got me trying to remember who sang that song - I will have the tune in my head for the rest of the day. Thank you for the lovely comment. - A well watered plant, covers so much that doesn't want to be seen. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Skeeter on 2004-11-30 11:55:41 Re: The Lion Waits Very atmospheric this poem, lots to ponder over in it. (is it my imagination or could you do with a couple of full stops here and there?). I take it as a metaphor for loss, or the destruction of somethinh (hope perhaps?), anyway I like it. And dog; before the others beat me to it I was goiung to say, 'that sounds like Henri Rousseau' who I once read about described as 'the ingenuous genius'. That painting is fabulous. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 12:05:41 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Skeeter, for reading - I'm not great with punctuation, so you could well be right. Yes in a lot of ways its about destroying hope. I'm glad you liked it, thanks for taking the time to read. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Nicoletta on 2004-11-30 16:32:38 Re: The Lion Waits This was a poem that affected me deeply. To quote a friend who has read it :"Lion" perfectly fits into the PRIDE of tyrants, and they are also very lazy killers! Tigers are very honest perdators" to explain why you used a lion instead of a tiger... I think this friend is right. This is a great read indeed. Nicoletta. Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-11-30 21:31:36 Re: The Lion Waits Emma, A stark and disturbing piece, done with clarity and haunting, descriptive phrases: 'He aims straight for the jugular As tears of black mascara rain Leaving greasy trails On water marked taffeta' Most evocative! Well done! Regards, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-01 03:43:17 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Nicoletta, for making this a hot story, and I am glad that you feel the same about the lion. I've had the suggestion of a tiger a few times - but for me the tiger was too sleek an animal. Thanks so much for reading this. Emma:-))) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-01 03:46:27 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Adele for reading and giving such generous comments and rating. All the best Emma:-) Author's Reply: Abel on 2004-12-02 10:26:19 Re: The Lion Waits Very fine work...the sounds, the senses...I may feel a little Blake here(?). Expertly done, Em. Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-02 11:37:30 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Ward, for reading this, and the generous rating. I don't know if it has a little Blake, as I have to admit (shamefaced) that I am not very familiar with Blakes work - I shall attempt to read some of his. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-12-05 11:14:22 Re: The Lion Waits Lion, tiger, T-rex...think with your penis and disregard the rest. It's basal and it sucks being a fella some times! Dazza. Great and ouch. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-05 11:32:10 Re: The Lion Waits Thanks Dazza - my youngest son would probably prefer it to be a T-rex as part of the Jurassic generation. They are all predators thuogh - thanks for reading and the generous rating. All the best Emma:-) Author's Reply: teifii on 2005-02-25 12:58:31 Re: The Lion Waits I think this is excellent. It really accurately portrays this cruel situation, unfotunately too common. I think lion is right and you shouldn'y change it. There are so many wonderfully expressive images that I hesitate to pick any. Great. Daff Author's Reply: Emerald on 2005-02-26 09:59:49 Re: The Lion Waits Thank you Daff, for reading and commenting on this, I'm glad you think Lion is right as for me that was the image I had in my mind. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| The Art Dealer (posted on: 29-11-04) *********************************************** You sold pictures of naked ladies Just for fun of course As old ladies spat into their teas And your eyes laughing wickedly You sold far more than that Yet pictures of sailing ships And pretty rural country scenes Never had the same impact And evenings in with you Were evenings out with fun Zest of life, expansive wit Helpless laughter, fine wines to sip Your apartment was a treasure trove With naked ladies bottoms winking From every wall, and stacked up canvas Dusty cabinets over flowing Tarnished silver, and old fashioned jewels Long rambling lunches And parties 'till dawn Mad dashes to sales In search of a 'find' Phone calls that lasted for hours and hours Life was an adventure and charm was your power To eat was more than just to exist The richest foods and the finest wines Hang the cost, just bring the best Anything else was pure sacrilege And stories you told were larger than life Colourful embraces tinged with amusement From whores to paupers and kings to peasants A tale could be woven, with a hint of truth Yet you died alone, not as you lived For friends you had, many and varied But I think you left with a smile on your face That belly laugh that echoed off walls You had the key to the meaning of life Live it well, and have loads of fun I can hear you now, expounding your views 'God gives you life, but its only one' And you lived it, in your inimitable style ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Art Dealer Zydha on 2004-11-29 06:58:39 Re: The Art Dealer Such lovely words, Emma, you give familiarity to the reader. You know how much I love this piece, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 10:10:17 Re: The Art Dealer Thanks Zy for reading again, and giving such a generous rating. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Emma Author's Reply: Nicoletta on 2004-11-29 13:35:00 Re: The Art Dealer Well well! I think that you showed us the life of a successful Art Dealer quite successfully 😉 Nicoletta 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 13:36:52 Re: The Art Dealer Thanks Nicoletta for reading and the lovely rating - It's about an old friend from years ago - who was a great person to know. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-11-29 14:01:29 Re: The Art Dealer Emma, A lovely portrait piece and this particular verse is alive with descriptive feeling: 'To eat was more than just to exist The richest foods and the finest wines Hang the cost, just bring the best Anything else was pure sacrilege And stories you told were larger than life Colourful embraces tinged with amusement From whores to paupers and kings to peasants A tale could be woven, with a hint of truth ' Very nicely done. Regards, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-29 16:12:00 Re: The Art Dealer Thanks Adele, for reading and commenting on this piece - I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and thank you also for the rating. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-11-30 11:20:10 Re: The Art Dealer Yes. Bring me the finest wines known to humanity. Archie Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-30 12:03:42 Re: The Art Dealer Thanks Archie for reading and rating - indeed the finest wines, nothing quite like them (if you can afford them). Emma:-) Author's Reply: discopants on 2004-12-01 10:01:32 Re: The Art Dealer I almost feel like I've got to know 'The Art Dealer' through your poem. A fine tribute. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-01 11:07:33 Re: The Art Dealer Thanks for reading and commenting on this piece, I'm glad you felt you could get to know him. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Gauguin Dreams (posted on: 26-11-04) ******************************************** Oh how I've missed that silly smile Your hat at rakish angle Inspired by left bank artists Who lined the streets Parisien style. It's as evocative as scents Those vile 'smokes' With acrid smell That wafted over our heads Ash spilling like dandruff. As impatiently your yellowed fingers Would nervously strut in time to your muse Or so you would say While arrogantly clicking your fingertips So you could expound upon your theory Of 'prostituting' your art, while borrowing 10 francs, with your usual charm. How breathless I would be As first you painted, revealing me In colours I had never thought possible A chaise longue of grubby, crumb strewn fabric Backed by drapes of faded blue To lend that hue, that touch As whistling between your teeth Oblivious to me, in the stark and cold Of your top floor studio Who's Parisien 'morning light' Was essential – for your Self-assured creativity As sycophant, I would smile Hanging on to every word. I still see your smile As I walk amongst the artists That clamour for their paltry fare With fingers blue and stained with charcoal 'Prostituting' their art In the effervescent hope That they too will have Gauguin dreams On far Tahitian shores. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Gauguin Dreams dogfrog on 2004-11-26 04:58:06 Re: Gauguin Dreams Excellent Emma. Gauguin is such a rich subject, possibly because he is epitomises of all artists with his lifestyle. Have you read Somerset Maugham's The Moon and Sixpence? If you haven't its a fictional tale based on Gauguin's. Lovely poem matt Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 07:22:48 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Matt, for reading and commenting - I haven't read the Moon and Sixpence, although I have heard of it. I must try and get around to reading it. Emma:) Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-11-26 07:52:35 Re: Gauguin Dreams Trying to give up smoking but reading this I tasted Gauloises. I love those vile acrid fags. Thankyou. Archie Author's Reply: chrissy on 2004-11-26 07:58:04 Re: Gauguin Dreams A very soothing and beautiful read and you manage to convey so much in your images. Lovely. Well worth a ten. chrissy Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-11-26 08:16:05 Re: Gauguin Dreams Oh this is a personal fave for me. Love it - everything about it in fact. Not sure I could even pick out a fave line or 3. Will take DF's advice too on that book. Hazy x Author's Reply: Skeeter on 2004-11-26 11:35:56 Re: Gauguin Dreams This is really very nice. So atmospheric, and it does honour to a very good artist. Such an interesting idea, taking the point of view of a model/mistress. I love the ending, it speaks to the anarchist in me, to all of us I expect, who dream of one day being free. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 12:43:05 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Archie - sorry If I brought your craving to the fore - the really horrible ones are Gitanes - the smell stays on your clothes for ever! Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 12:43:56 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Chrissy for reading and rating this piece, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 12:44:29 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Michel for reading and rating this. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 12:46:53 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks very much Hazy, I wasn't going to post this piece - I had another piece planned and changed my mind at the last minute. I am so glad you enjoyed it and made it a favourite - it was slammed on another site a while ago - and I was just going to scrap it. Thanks for rating it and making it a 'hot story' Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 12:48:32 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Skeeter - for reading and making a hot story - I think we all definitely would love to live a life free to pursue dreams - I know I would! Emma:) Author's Reply: Poetwind on 2004-11-26 13:39:17 Re: Gauguin Dreams Skeeter said I might like this and he's right. A lovely time-capsule of a moment. Your emotions are in here and it's good to see. Personally, I used to love Gitanes! I reckon (deep-down) you'll agree the smell added to the picture and atmosphere! Good stuff this. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 13:44:36 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Poetwind - Ok I will admit - once you have smelt a Gitanes, the smell stays forever in your mind! I am glad that you liked this, and thank you for rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-11-26 14:18:49 Re: Gauguin Dreams Emma. Like writers, it's a great pity all artists don't make it, they all try so hard. This was nicely written; Can't imagine why it was slammed--there are some creeps around!! Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-26 14:31:35 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Gerry - I have a lot of artist friends, who are so talented, but like the rest of us, struggle to make ends meet - but then that is life - maybe posterity is when we are no longer here! Thanks for rating - I only posted this, as I pulled another piece and this was just hanging there looking lost, but it is interesting to see what is received well or not on all sites. I did think this was a loser though. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-27 12:55:02 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Deepoceanfish for reading and rating - it is appreciated. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-27 12:55:44 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Trevor for reading and rating this piece - I am glad you enjoyed it. Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-11-27 20:13:35 Re: Gauguin Dreams You described very well, the unappreciated torment and love for the artist, of his model. A thankless job indeed. Temperamental creatures that they are but, never a dull moment, that's for sure. Very vivid imagery. Great poem. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-28 05:32:06 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Tai - for reading and rating this piece, I am glad you enjoyed - I think all creativity can bring about a bit of the temperamental - but where would we be without it. Emma:) Author's Reply: Jack_Cade on 2004-11-28 08:01:10 Re: Gauguin Dreams Very strong sense of Amelie-style idealised place here. As a reflection of the artist, I find it very rose-tinted, but lustrous and colourful - or, as you say, 'effervescent'. Sort of comic bookish - but bear in mind I love comics, so that's not a slur! Wonderful phrases - an elegant voice suited to the tone. Maybe you don't need 'prostituting' in inverted commas, or at least, not twice. It seems a little like you're throwing doubt or cyncisim on the phrase. Also, 'paltry fee' rather than 'fare' perhaps, since a 'fare' is a charge - as it is, the artists are clamouring to have money taken away from them. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-28 15:26:03 Re: Gauguin Dreams Strangely Jack I have not seen Amelie - having spent my childhood in france and my teenage years - I wrote this as I would speak. Fee is not something that we would use - it is too clinical. But you are right it is rose tinted, I have many artist friends, who in their early days would talk about prostituting their art - sadly so often they have to. Integrity in the art world is dependent on how you live - and do we not always want to live well? Thank you for your comments, I always appreciate feedback Emma:) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2004-12-01 05:40:48 Re: Gauguin Dreams Lovely atmosphere...you caught the fuzzy line between reality and dreams beautifully. We can all dream, but few achieve those dreams in their entirety - maybe, if we did, there would be nothing left to look forward to? Just a whiff of my very favourite opera, "La Boheme" here, too - promise unfulfilled. Excellent, thought-provoking poem. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-01 07:39:49 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this poem, I am so glad that you liked it. Emma:-) Author's Reply: Leila on 2004-12-01 08:28:35 Re: Gauguin Dreams A very rich piece of writing, much enjoyed...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-12-01 09:05:03 Re: Gauguin Dreams Thanks Leila for reading and commenting. I am so glad that you enjoyed. Emma:-) Author's Reply: |
| Quick Silver Memory (posted on: 22-11-04) ******************************* A little tear drop In my lake of life The silver fish That flash of light Hidden in the murky Depths ~~ ~~ The waxen petal Of my rose A sun's tickle On early morning dew Never to unfurl ~~ ~~ Quick silver memory The fragile beat Of an unfinished melody Laid to rest In sweetest Slumber ~~ ~~ EMG04 Archived comments for Quick Silver Memory Nicoletta on 2004-11-22 15:15:11 Re: Quick Silver Memory I think this is a very sensitive poem that describes something extremely personal (the fragile beat of an unfinished melody), something that perhaps only you know and never shared with anyone (that flash of light hidden in the murky depths). I liked it very much. Nicoletta Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-23 03:39:34 Re: Quick Silver Memory Thanks Nicoletta, you read this very perceptively, its a hidden memory. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-11-23 14:19:30 Re: Quick Silver Memory Surprised this hasn't had a little more attention Em. I'm hopeless at deciphering stuff but I know what I like the sound of, and this sounds very sweet. Don't go thinking I've gone all sensitive or anything? I was just saying it sounds sweet. Right, thanks. Isn't it a good job that you can't rate comments? I'd be in minus figures for sure. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-23 14:30:37 Re: Quick Silver Memory Thanks Sunken, I think perhaps that it is an odd poem that it is not particularly like - but that is life. Now would I think that you have gone sensitive? Of course not - the hard man of poetry - sweet is ok with me - I can live with sweet. I'll give you ten for the comment - because it make me smile. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Madame (posted on: 22-11-04) ******************************** She totters along In her high heel shoes Passed the charcuterie Where Monsieur Axonge Looks on, fingering his moustache Today, she will sit in the Café, with her friend Celeste, and they will Sip coffee, and feed upon Sweet cakes, while Watching the people of Garden City Go about their business They will talk of old times And frown at young girls In jeans, who rush into The arms of lovers Similarly clad She will pause, just briefly To wipe the cream From her mouth And beneath the table She will remove Her shoes But no mention Will be made Between two old friends Of what it was To be in love And when she leaves Replete She will pass Monsieur Axonge And never see the Twirling of his Moustache ©EMG04 Archived comments for Madame Bradene on 2004-11-22 06:37:25 Re: Madame Great poem Emma I love these 'Madame' poems of yours, and such sad irony too. Lovely. Love Valx Author's Reply: Bee on 2004-11-22 09:10:20 Re: Madame This is the first poem of yours I have read, Emerald , and I enjoyed it very much. It is beautifully simple but vivid. It seems to describe a scene from a French film. A touching snapshot of people's sad lives. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-11-22 09:13:30 Re: Madame It's like watching an old black and white movie on a Sunday afternoon.. I love it ..Erma Author's Reply: tai on 2004-11-22 09:52:38 Re: Madame Hi Emma, I assume these are ladies of ill repute, I love the lines. 'She will remove Her shoes But no mention Will be made Between two old friends Of what it was To be in love' , it don't do to get too sentimental in their game! Do it girl. I watched Moulin Rouge the other night and this reminded me of it's painful truth and tragedy. Great work All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-22 11:45:03 Re: Madame Thanks Val, they've sort of grown from just the odd one that I did for fun to quite a few now. Thanks for reading and the rating. Love Emmax Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-22 11:46:41 Re: Madame Thanks for reading and commenting on this poem, its part of a few I've done about this particular person. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-22 11:47:57 Re: Madame Thanks Erma for reading and commenting on this - I love old black and white films. Thanks for the rating also. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-22 11:49:53 Re: Madame Thanks Tai, I think she is more a lady with a 'past' and rather a colourful past - but its the slightly sad end of realising they are no longer young. Thanks for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-11-22 14:32:05 Re: Madame An excellent description of a ladies rite of passage. So vividly told... Gerry. xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-23 03:37:51 Re: Madame Thanks Gerry, for reading and rating this piece. It is about this ladies rite of passage. Emma:) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-11-23 07:31:26 Re: Madame I too love the Madame poems 🙂 This is def one of my faves in the mini-series! Love the imagery and characters in them. Hazy x Author's Reply: barenib on 2004-11-23 08:49:01 Re: Madame I like your Madame poems too - they remind me of something from one of Patrice Leconte's films in tone and atmosphere. Where is the garden city that you mention? Very enjoyable - John. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-23 11:42:48 Re: Madame Thanks Hazy for reading and commenting, I enjoy writing them - although I never intended for them to become quite a mini series. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-23 11:44:41 Re: Madame Thanks John, I'm glad you enjoy them - I can't possibly give you Madame's location - I promised her I would keep it secret - but its somewhere in Brittany. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-24 08:26:57 Re: Madame Thanks Trevor - I am glad you enjoyed reading of poor Madame and her indiscreet past. Thank you also for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-25 03:01:46 Re: Madame Merci, and I thought it was just Monsieur Axonge who twirled his moustache. I thought Madame needed another outing. Thanks for reading Emma:) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2004-11-27 06:17:39 Re: Madame Lovely and atmospheric - damp Autumnal boulevards and sticky leaves - hey, I'm going all poetic! Mind you, call herself a Frenchwoman and not notice all that suggestibe moustache-twirling?? Non! I don't think age bothers the French. Sorry, only joking - really enjoyable. Painted a sad, wistful yet strangely moving picture. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-27 12:53:23 Re: Madame Thanks Roy for reading and commenting, I am glad you enjoyed this poem Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Black is the Night (posted on: 19-11-04) ***************************************** No stars will shine In winter skies No moon to beam His presence For somewhere In that far beyond An iron door has closed. Those smiles That lit a million rooms Will never now be seen Just a fragment of memory So cold tonight So cold ©EMG04 Archived comments for Black is the Night Gerry on 2004-11-19 10:49:32 Re: Black is the Night Very profound--well written... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-19 12:12:45 Re: Black is the Night Thanks Gerry, this was written after a friend was killed in an accident. Thanks for reading and rating. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-11-19 12:24:01 Re: Black is the Night This poem gives off the darkness and cold you must have felt. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-19 12:29:31 Re: Black is the Night Thanks Val, it was a very sad time, especially as he left a young family. Thanks for reading and rating. Love Emma x Author's Reply: |
| Autumn Lovers (posted on: 19-11-04) ***************************************** We kissed beneath trees that had shed their leaves Autumn lovers who walked hand in hand. We had no need of words Just the closeness of hands and lips touching, kissing. But winter came and with the first snowfall we drew away no longer walking beneath trees that froze our tears in icy tendrils that hung from barren branches. I miss my autumn lover and when I look at the paths we once walked I see no footprints in the snow. Nothing to remember only covered tracks where lovers walked EMG04 Archived comments for Autumn Lovers Gerry on 2004-11-19 10:10:19 Re: Autumn Lovers Emma. Many will relate to this. Nicely done. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-19 12:11:29 Re: Autumn Lovers Thanks Gerry, for reading and rating this piece. Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-11-20 08:21:12 Re: Autumn Lovers Hi emma, great poem. Remember though, we always have the memories. And this one I feel, is a very special one for you, painfully beautiful though it is. All the best to you Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-20 10:22:51 Re: Autumn Lovers Thanks Tai, for reading and rating this poem. Memories are very important, Emma:) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-11-20 14:12:09 Re: Autumn Lovers Perfect Em. Wouldn't change a word. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-20 14:27:13 Re: Autumn Lovers Thanks Sunken, for reading and rating this poem Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Married in Scarlet (posted on: 15-11-04) ***************************************** Rapier like reflexes As she hit it with the Meat tenderiser Gore splattered on the Breadbin Wouldn't be having Toast for breakfast. She told me to Get married in scarlet Wish I'd listened As now, I watch Mice, running over The sideboard But I don't eat meat These days So I have nothing To hit them with Except a stale baguette. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Married in Scarlet Bradene on 2004-11-15 05:28:00 Re: Married in Scarlet Nice piece Emma would I be guessing right at Bitter irony? (-; Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 06:32:38 Re: Married in Scarlet Thanks Val, hopefully not too bitter - one of my throw away pieces, but I'm absolutely terrified of mice. Thanks for the rating Love Emma:) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-11-15 12:43:33 Re: Married in Scarlet I enjoyed this again, Emma, don't call it a throwaway, as I love the anti-tradition of the scarlet dress and the innuendo here, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 14:28:07 Re: Married in Scarlet Thanks Zy, its one of those poems that I write when totally lacking inspiration - I'm glad you enjoyed, because really its not meant to be particularly bitter, was a slightly asquint look at life. Thanks for rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-11-16 11:34:47 Re: Married in Scarlet Well I love it but I hate mice too.....Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-16 11:40:30 Re: Married in Scarlet Thanks Erma for reading and rating. I'm such a coward over mice. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-17 15:01:38 Re: Married in Scarlet Alas, I do not eat meat, although 'friandise délicieux' has a delightful sound. Mais naturellement - All the best ladies marry in scarlet! Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: |
| Lotus Flower (posted on: 15-11-04) ******************************** I am your lotus That you forgot And left by riverside Where women wash With babes Pressed to their breasts You took me beneath Magnolia And sighing I shed a tear Of what would Now become I squeeze the Damask cloth That binds me To another world Where I am free ©EMG04 Archived comments for Lotus Flower tai on 2004-11-15 11:51:23 Re: Lotus Flower A sad but lovely poem emerald. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 12:19:08 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Tai for reading and rating. Its a poem I wrote a few months ago, but always quite liked. Emma:) Author's Reply: Poetwind on 2004-11-15 12:22:28 Re: Lotus Flower Wonderful idea and leaves a strong feeling. Congrats. I think maybe it would be even better if every second line were linked to one above, to create 2 x 3 line verses and one five, to follow breath points. This poem is strong enough to carry it. Would like to see more. Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-11-15 12:48:33 Re: Lotus Flower Beautiful word use, Emma, I really like the depth to this one. I like it running slowly down the page, as a tear might do, Zydha Author's Reply: Archie on 2004-11-15 13:06:53 Re: Lotus Flower I never read poetry until I joined this site - so I don't know what I'm talking about. Beautiful - with a hint of menace? Great stuff. Archie. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 14:23:26 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Archie for reading and rating. So long as you enjoyed - a little on the menacing side. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 14:24:42 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Zy, I wrote this a few months ago, one of those poems that really wrote itself. Thanks for reading and the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 14:25:49 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Poetwind, I'll certainly look at your suggestions and see. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:) Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-11-16 06:11:56 Re: Lotus Flower This is so nicely written, Emma. Got me looking up Lotus flowers for hidden meanings. Found an interesting couple of articles on the significance of them in Buddhist culture. Here's one: Your poem really takes you there alongside her. Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-16 08:26:43 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Hazy, I don't know too much about the Budhist culture, but this poem sort of wrote itself. Thanks for reading and rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Abel on 2004-11-16 09:56:13 Re: Lotus Flower Just love the simplicity, and the magnolia reference is near and dear. "To another world Where I am free"---yes. Great work! Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-16 11:20:10 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Ward for reading and rating this piece, I'm glad you liked it. Emma:) Author's Reply: bektron on 2004-11-16 14:02:54 Re: Lotus Flower very graceful, written with a light breathy touch and use of language, has a dreamlike quality and a nice flow, if it were mine I think I'd perhaps use longer lines,sort of like this- excuse me while I have a fiddle 🙂 I am the lotus That you forgot left by the riverside Where women washed With babes pressed to their breasts You took me beneath Magnolia, then sighing I shed a tear for what would now become beks 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-16 16:09:55 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Bektron for reading and commenting - my big problem with writing, is that once I've written a poem, I tend to then just forget about it - but I am beginning to see that it is always worth looking back at work, and seeing if I can try and improve it! Thanks for the advice, which I will take on board, its always helpful to see other interpretations of work. Emma:) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-11-21 14:24:49 Re: Lotus Flower Like a big, easy Haiku. I'm all for it! Swep Lovitt would be proud of you. More in this style? Go on! Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-21 15:06:24 Re: Lotus Flower Thanks Dazza, this poem really wrote itself in a lot of ways - but I'll try when I'm over my block to write something in this style. Thanks for rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| This Winter (posted on: 12-11-04) ************************** This winter We will make angels in the snow Flat on our backs Our arms moving up and down Then afterwards We will gaze At the imprints Two wings touching From two hearts that beat This winter You'll build me a snowman But of course He won't be real And the snow That will fall Won't really fall here ©EMG04 Archived comments for This Winter uppercase on 2004-11-12 10:21:46 Re: This Winter I hope you have snow where you are. I love to watch it fall at night when it catches the light it glitters like diamonds... brrr...good poem Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-12 11:32:44 Re: This Winter Thanks Erma, I love watching snow fall, but we hardly ever have snow here, which is probably just as well as I'm really a summer person. Thanks for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Nicoletta on 2004-11-12 12:01:21 Re: This Winter Very nice indeed Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-12 12:13:02 Re: This Winter Thanks torn for reading and commenting and also for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-11-12 14:38:33 Re: This Winter Emma, we haven't had much lately in the north of England---if we get some this winter I will send you some. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-13 03:53:51 Re: This Winter Thanks Gerry, my sons would love to have snow, they hope for some every year! Thanks for reading and the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2004-11-17 05:37:55 Re: This Winter Very wistful...and, I thought, quite mysterious. I'm sure there's quite a story here, and telling it in so few words sends the reader off in all sorts of directions. Fascinating. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-17 07:26:24 Re: This Winter Thanks Roy for reading and commenting on this. Where I live we don't ever get much snow, but I read somewhere about people lying down in snow and making angel prints. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Cola Flavoured Dreams (posted on: 08-11-04) ************************** They got engaged By light of Vending machine That spewed out That red can Most prized and despised Its dark frothing liquid Nectar to a child's thirst He pulled the ring off And slipped it on her finger Kissing her cheek Which she wiped With grubby hand While idly He picked his nose Wiping the silvery trails On his sleeve. When she got home She realised she had Lost her ring It must have fallen off Perhaps lying in The undergrowth. She saw him two days later Eager to renew their troth She watched As Maisie from Two doors down Proudly showed her Coke can ring. Fickle love When she kicked him in the shins Thirty years later A faint scar Reminds him Which he tenderly touches These days He buys coke In litre bottles. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Cola Flavoured Dreams discopants on 2004-11-08 05:10:37 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Ah, the innocence of it (and the first lesson that it's not that straightforward). Made me laugh out loud when she discovered Maisie's coke can ring (am I supposed to laugh at such misfortunes). An uplifting read. Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-11-08 05:46:57 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Ahh.. nice tender poem Emma, well done. love Valx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 06:44:19 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks discopants, glad you enjoyed - and some misfortunes can be quite funny. Thanks for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 06:44:53 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Val, Glad you enjoyed. Love Emma:) Author's Reply: ruadh on 2004-11-08 07:10:04 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Were we ever that innocent? I enjoyed this, a nice gentle read Emma ailsa Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-11-08 08:01:18 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Lessons in life, I love this poem, Emma, and I have read it several times now, but it is still a lovely read, Zy Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-11-08 08:18:13 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Awww this is so sweet Emma, nice read on Monday morning. It warms my old, cold, worn out heart...Erma Author's Reply: dogfrog on 2004-11-08 08:55:50 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Emma, Cokelore at its best. I like this alot although I'd suggest a couple of tweaks. I'd have chucked in an 'a' after 'By light of'. Plus, I think you could have exploited the acid/stripping qualities of coke. More cokelore: Farmers in the China are also using coke as a pesticide apparently. The little bugs prefer coke to plants strangely enough. At university we used to use it as toilet cleaner and they pour it on new stages to rough them up for dancers. Nice poem Emma. df Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 10:06:26 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Ailsa, Its nice to think we were once that innocent, but who knows. Glad you enjoyed Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 10:07:36 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Zy, just a fun and lighthearted look at life. Thanks for rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 10:08:47 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Erma - glad you enjoyed - just a simple piece on the vagaries of past love. Thanks also for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-08 10:11:31 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks df, you could be right - coke has such marvellous acid/stripping qualities. I did think about mentioning its dissolving properties. I had heard that it was being used as pesticide recently - pretty lethal stuff all in all. Thanks for the cokelore. Glad you enjoyed Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-11-09 05:12:27 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Nice little slice of humor this emma. Ahh love! Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-09 07:16:30 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Tai, for reading and rating. Wll a little bit of love, never did any harm lol except in this case. Emma:) Author's Reply: glennie on 2004-11-09 15:47:38 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Enjoyed this; amusing and a little sad. A workmate was eating a sandwich when on eo f his teeth fell out, it had rotted away and his dentist hadn't even seen anything wrong when he'd gone for a check up.Strange thing was the workmate said; "I know what it is, I drink to much Coke." Then took another swig. You don't have to be stupid to work here... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-09 17:46:09 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Glennie, Coke is a real tooth rot and more! When you see what it does to a coin - you have to wonder what it does to the teeth. Thanks for reading this piece Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-09 17:46:43 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Jimba for the rating - its appreciated Emma:) Author's Reply: eddiesolo on 2004-11-11 15:50:18 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams A nice piece Emma, I enjoyed this. Si:-) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-12 03:30:21 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Si for reading and commenting on this piece, and thanks for rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Abel on 2004-11-12 16:32:52 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Really enjoyed this one...we call it "Co-Cola" here in the South. Well done. Ward Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-13 03:52:22 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Ward, I'm glad you enjoyed. Thanks for reading. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-14 04:31:51 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Merci de vos commentaires sur ma poeme. Oui c'est vrai que vous avez did au soujet l'amour pour chaque génération. Madame Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2004-11-14 04:32:10 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thank you for the reminder of the simple pleasures and delights brought by young love - undefined it's true, but in the instant of the recognition a man is driven to do the most insane things... Whoever invented this 'love' stuff? Wonderful, Emma. Grinning broadly, Griffonner Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-14 05:37:04 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Griffonner for reading and commenting on this piece. no idea who invented this 'love' stuff, but it can be fun writing about it. Emma:) Author's Reply: spacegirl on 2004-11-14 14:45:57 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams I like that. Reminds me of engagements with hoola hoops and onion ring crisps. Young love is so simple Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-15 04:25:36 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks spacegirl for reading and commenting - hula hoops were great for engagements! And what was even nicer - you could hula hoops Emma Author's Reply: pullmyhair on 2004-11-15 18:08:19 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Haha, good idea, Emerald! I like the humour of this piece a lot! Only bugbear is the irregular capitalisation, but that's seriously minor. Grand stuff! pully x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-16 03:10:10 Re: Cola Flavoured Dreams Thanks Pully, glad you liked this. Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Sunday Rain (posted on: 05-11-04) ************************ Sunday, and the rain falls continuously puddles forming in between the rough cobbles Up in her appartement Madame stares gloomily out on to her balcony watching her flowers beaten by rain She listens to music that played from her past And taking the broom Her escort round the room And into her eyes his face floats on by that smile to enchant all gone, by and by A ring on her finger he promised to buy Instead of the lingerie in satins and silks but the rain plays the accompaniment and a smile plays a tune she'll dance in the twilight just her and her broom (c)EMG04 Archived comments for Sunday Rain uppercase on 2004-11-05 09:55:13 Re: Sunday Rain Lovely picture this conjures up...well done.. Erma Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-11-05 11:05:54 Re: Sunday Rain Is this the same street as your other poem? Liked this one too 🙂 Nice imagery. Hazy x Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-11-05 14:55:27 Re: Sunday Rain This was quite superb--you captured it so well... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-06 04:08:21 Re: Sunday Rain Thanks Erma for reading and rating - glad you liked it. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-06 04:09:33 Re: Sunday Rain Hi Hazy, I've got quite a few poems relating to this one person and where she lives. Thanks for reading Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-06 04:10:21 Re: Sunday Rain Thanks Gerry for reading and rating. I'm glad you liked it. Emma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-11-06 17:03:20 Re: Sunday Rain I do like this Emma. Can you get female brooms? I feel a dance coming on. Good stuff. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 04:56:14 Re: Sunday Rain Thanks Sunken, I'm sure there are female brooms out there - only the best people dance with brooms, (they can't stamp on your toes). Glad you enjoyed and thanks for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Crack Shot (posted on: 05-11-04) Wasn't sure whether to put this under 'humour' or 'just plain daft' Crack shot Got him Right in the seat of his pants No do-gooding Nosey parker priest On her patch. Squinting She eyes the decanter Half full or half empty A soupçon won't hurt. Shoots better When loaded. Twin barrelled With a kick like a mule She'll splatter moles On moonlit nights. Wide apart legs Bloomers showing She watches The smoking gun ©EMG04 Archived comments for Crack Shot tai on 2004-11-05 05:34:27 Re: Crack Shot Well someone has got a sense of humour Emerald. Love the image of the smoking gun.lol Nice work. All the best Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-05 06:02:19 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Tai, I have to throw one of these poems in from time to time - my offbeat humour. Thanks also for the rating. Emma Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-11-05 08:32:45 Re: Crack Shot lol can just picture her, Emma! Spittoon by her side! Nice one. Hazy x PS. I queried where to put amusing poetry, and apparently all poetry should go under Poetry/Poetry on the dropdowns! Otherwise, if you get in the most read box, it'll show as Prose. Personally I'd like to be able to use the sections for poetry. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-11-05 08:43:21 Re: Crack Shot I love the bloomers part this is funny...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-05 08:52:29 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Hazy, -- darn! I forgot the spittoon lol Glad you liked it. Thanks for the advice, I didn't realise that. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-05 08:53:42 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Erma - I'm glad you found it funny - I wasn't too sure if my humour was a bit off kilter. Thanks also for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-11-05 20:32:37 Re: Crack Shot I'm reading more into this than you're letting on, Emma, lol, but it is really funny yet again, great fun, Zy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-06 04:07:10 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Zy, as you know there is a little more behind this piece, and that it is based on someone, but I'm glad the humour side came out. Emma Author's Reply: Dargo77 on 2004-11-06 04:36:32 Re: Crack Shot Emma, enjoyed this one. Best regards, Dargo Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-06 05:53:36 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Dargo for reading and rating, glad you enjoyed this. Emma Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2004-11-07 03:05:37 Re: Crack Shot I should say first that this was an enjoyable read, and then tell you that this was remarkable: In so few words you covered miles of ground. Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-11-07 04:36:57 Re: Crack Shot A great read indeed Emerald. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 04:58:10 Re: Crack Shot Thank you Griffoner, I am glad you enjoyed it. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 04:59:41 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Kat, glad you enjoyed Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 05:00:10 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Michel for the 10 Ema:) Author's Reply: potleek on 2004-11-07 13:21:03 Re: Crack Shot Not plain daft, just plain excellent, enjoyed the read...Tony Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 14:14:05 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Tony, I have to slip one of these pieces in from time to time. Glad you enjoyed Emma:) Author's Reply: Sabrina on 2004-11-11 12:49:38 Re: Crack Shot Great character sketch! Although it is humorous, it's not daft. My family knew a woman like this who raised dogs (Airedales) in the country. She really had a shot gun she would shoot from the back porch of her huge old ancient house and she really had an ornery yet shy "in the face of a camera" type modesty. Very old fashioned, independent...last I saw her alive, 1984, (her kids tried to have her committed) she owned a crow, only lived in one room of the house (the back kitchen) 'cause the roof had caved in and the rain ruined habitation in the rest, cooked on a huge old iron cook stove, (the double decker kind) and still had that shot gun by her back door. She'd shoot at anything strange that moved at night. Alas civilization encroached, the land became worth a fortune, the children took over and now there is a perfect looking neighbourhood where once a gentle creek flowed through deep green pastures dotted with dogs and the occasional goat. This poem brought her back to me most vividly. A trip to visit her was a huge treat for us kids. Thanx for the memory! Ciao Author's Reply: Pilgermann on 2004-11-11 13:02:59 Re: Crack Shot Enjoyed the 'Shoot better when loaded.' What other way is there? Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-11 15:22:05 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Pilgermann, for reading and commenting on this - there is definitely no other way - for that lady. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-11 15:25:24 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Sabrina, This poem was actually based on a real person, she was a crack shot - and so legend had it - did shoot the priest in his pants! In fact the person you describe was very similar to this person - a character mould perhaps? There is a hint of sadness at what happens. I'm glad this reminded you, and thank you for the lovely comment and rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-12 03:29:09 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Abel for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-11-12 19:39:02 Re: Crack Shot Calamity....Jane? Ammunition is a boon aint it? God fearing? Does she run a golf course with a mortal fear of gophers and moles? I love the way the West was one in your world! It was a derringer really wasn't it? Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-13 03:50:18 Re: Crack Shot Thanks Dazza, I must be have been more influenced by those old westerns! Thanks for reading and rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Mind Games (posted on: 29-10-04) ******************************************************** Last night I dreamt That I lost you in the fog It was such a silly dream But when I awoke, I was crying Tears I just could not stop. I was calling your name Over and over and over But you wouldn't answer And panic and frustration Built within me Leading to such crescendo of Emotion, that I bowed Under the pressure. I sat up in my bed While waves of anguish Crept over me I turned on the light But still the tears flowed. After a while, I calmed Tried to analyse my feelings I thought you had long since Become just a phantom of my mind I recalled the little things Those that really have no sense Throwing crumbs at ducks And racing through the rain To catch that ever disappearing bus. I took a sip of the water From the glass beside my bed Turned on the radio But the music did not soothe. Restless, I got out of bed And went to look out of the window There was a low lying fog And for just a moment I wondered if it really had been a dream And maybe, I had lost you But then I remembered You were just a figment of my imagination. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Mind Games Gerry on 2004-10-29 04:43:32 Re: Mind Games Loved the way you did this. I think many will relate. Well written... Gerry. Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-29 06:21:46 Re: Mind Games Sad and poignant poem I liked this the first time I read it on the other site. Excellent. Love Val x Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-29 06:31:48 Re: Mind Games This is FANTABULOUS writing... Debashish Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-29 06:44:15 Re: Mind Games Can I assume this is a speed poem em?....excellent work anyway. The imagination is the key to everything.imo I too have had those fear filled dreams....the bodies reaction says it all. All the best Tai Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-29 06:46:46 Re: Mind Games In fact a dream I had about 2 and half years ago....seems to be coming true....I was on a battleground....not uniformed, travelling at night, a resistance fighter, I think. Strange how dreams point. Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:44:46 Re: Mind Games Thank you so much Gerry, I nearly deleted this poem earlier because I thought it was too oblique. thanks for rating this piece. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:46:13 Re: Mind Games Thanks Val, I was not too sure of this, but thought I would try and test the waters with it. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:46:58 Re: Mind Games Thanks for rating! Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:48:09 Re: Mind Games Thank you penprince - I am glad that you like this. and thank you for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:50:15 Re: Mind Games Thanks Tai, not a speed poem as such I think - this was drawn from a memory - but then my dreams can be such strange things lol thanks for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Safron on 2004-10-30 07:36:06 Re: Mind Games Emma, Expressions in this were so believing then the twist. many could relate. "There was a low lying fog And for just a moment I wondered if it really had been a dream And maybe, I had lost you But then I remembered You were just a figment of my imagination. " Safron Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-30 08:31:42 Re: Mind Games Thanks Safron for reading and rating this piece - I am very grateful Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-30 13:23:19 Re: Mind Games Thanks Trevor for the kind comment and generous rating! Emma:) Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-30 13:31:02 Re: Mind Games Wow nice poem. I can relate to this one, sometimes a dream like this will stay with you for days...nice work..Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-30 13:45:19 Re: Mind Games Thanks Erma - dreams can be funny sometimes and linger on in the mind. Thanks for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: Griffonner on 2004-10-31 05:22:50 Re: Mind Games '...a figment of my imagination.' Ah, but so easily is the imagination and memory for lost opportunities, lost loves, lost time, confused. I started reading this and found myself remembering an almost identical dream... or was it a figment of my imagination. Bravo. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-31 05:27:49 Re: Mind Games Thanks for reading and rating Griffoner, dreams can be very strange sometimes. Emma:) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-10-31 06:01:17 Re: Mind Games Hi Em. Sorry, I thought I'd commented on this. I remember reading it a few days ago, I must have got disturbed - I'm quite a disturbed man you see (-: Recalling the little things and waking up with the feeling that you are still dreaming, many will relate Em. As ever, lovingly put together and a joy to read. Even with a banging hangover. Take care. s u n k Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-31 06:53:00 Re: Mind Games Thanks Sunken, sorry about your hangover! thanks for reading and rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| It could be Sunday (posted on: 29-10-04) ******************************** Outside the Brasserie on lazy Sunny, summer days Beneath the white stretched canvas We sit. It could be Sunday, but its not It's just taking time You sit there with your sunglasses on Blue shirt, off white slacks A studied pose that makes me laugh Casual and oh so cool Leaning one arm back over the chair Your body turned to catch the rays Or is it admiring glances From the tourists passing by? The Brasserie cat weaves his way Beneath the tables Accepting choo choo noises And stray hands stroking He will come to lie in the shade By the old trough filled with bougainvilleas One eye ever watchful Alert to sound and smell. In the building above A balcony is filled With the most glorious array of colour While Madame leans over In a cloud of dust as she shakes Out the red patterned rug It could be Sunday But its not ©EMG04 Archived comments for It could be Sunday Hazy on 2004-10-29 06:59:06 Re: It could be Sunday Holidaying in France were we? Mmmm, delicious lovely poem. You really take us there... in fact, what I wouldn't give to be there right now!! Liked it lots 🙂 Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:42:56 Re: It could be Sunday Thanks Hazy, this was written after looking at a birthday card lol - but I used to live in france and was born there. Emma:) Author's Reply: Michel on 2004-10-29 22:35:59 Re: It could be Sunday A gem - loved this poem; only thing was the last line. I'd like to take it away from this setting and post it to the London subway where it's needed. No, but I thought leaving the reader to feel those emotions and smile contentedly would - for me - be far more effective. The poem doesn't need to be summed up in that way, I feel (or any way - you've said it all). Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-30 04:00:28 Re: It could be Sunday Thanks Michel, I agree with what you have said about the last line, and I've removed it - as you say the poem doesn't need it. Thanks for the advice and the rating. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-07 04:54:28 Re: It could be Sunday Merci beaucoup, I wrote this poem on my birthday, so in a way it was a Sunday poem, although it was actually mid week. Madame Author's Reply: |
| Dancing Ghosts (posted on: 25-10-04) ******************** Dancing Ghosts I would sit on the stair by the first landing, The Grandfather clock looming ominously behind me Soon to befall a fate by crashing onto the tiled floor below. From my stair, I would watch the gold eagle Presiding over the entrance to the hall, Casting eerie and malevolent shadows, that In the gloom of winter mornings I would be scared. Often I would climb right to the top Up to the heavens, where hidden behind oak doors Lay the attics, filled with bygone lives. I would ride the mahogany banisters, A whistling trip, around bends and twists. If you went fast enough, you would slide Without stopping, along the straight bits to the Last perilous descent, to leap onto the tiled floor below. Once I fell, and cracked my head, lying there until Maman D'Orleans found me, and a doctor was called. Sometimes I would take the pillow slip from my bed And spin circles on the hall floor, until giddy and numb From the deep penetrating coldness of the tiles, And blue with cold, I'd race up the stairs again. But most of all I liked sitting on my stair - The watcher of the dancing ghosts That slipped and glided across the floor And beckoned me to join. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Dancing Ghosts Penprince on 2004-10-25 06:46:02 Re: Dancing Ghosts There are some wonderful images in this FANTABULOUS poem...I particularly like these lines>>Often I would climb right to the top Up to the heavens, where hidden behind oak doors Lay the attics, filled with bygone lives. << Debashish Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-25 07:54:07 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Penprince, I am glad that enjoyed this poem, and thank you very much for the 10. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-25 10:11:28 Re: Dancing Ghosts Oh Emma what great lines in this piece and I just love it..Erma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-25 10:20:49 Re: Dancing Ghosts Beautiful poem Emma Really well done. Love Valx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-25 11:20:08 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Erma, I am glad you enjoyed this piece, I wasn't sure whether it was more prose than poetry. Thanks for the 10 Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-25 11:21:22 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Val, I'm glad you enjoyed this, and thanks so much for the 10. Love Emma:) Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-10-26 14:04:42 Re: Dancing Ghosts Well done on the great read Em. Much deserved. Loving the ending to this. Some very vivid lines in there. You continue to impress, you lickul tinker. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-26 14:17:54 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Sunken, glad you liked Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-10-26 15:26:27 Re: Dancing Ghosts Good poetry this--I liked it. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Leila on 2004-10-26 18:44:17 Re: Dancing Ghosts Emma this is good...I wonder how it would sound if you began... From my stair, I would watch the Gold Eagle presiding over the entrance hall casting eerie and malevolent shadows on the wall where the Grandfather clock loomed ominously towards me in the gloom of a winter morning... Maybe that's not quite right but I was thinking that the opening could be strengthened somehow...hope you don't mind the suggestion as I really enjoyed the read...L Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-27 03:54:00 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Gerry, for reading and commenting. I am glad you liked it, and thanks for the rating Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-27 03:57:05 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Leila, I don't mind suggestions at all, it all helps to improve work. I think because this is a childhood memory it is hard to know how to change it, but I'll certainly take a look at the beginning, you could well be right. I had wondered about leaving out the bit about the grandfather clock. So thanks. And thanks for reading and commenting, and I'm glad you enjoyed. Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-27 18:11:21 Re: Dancing Ghosts A wonderful view emma, i wonder how many poeple have that treasured memory of gliding down a staircase?....I do. An enjoyable dance with ghosts Tai Author's Reply: Sabrina on 2004-10-27 22:17:52 Re: Dancing Ghosts I enjoyed reading this, it reminds me of the 'house on the hill' where my dads grandparents lived. The bird at the front entrance was a stuffed owl...I think this would make a nice poetic sort of short story, do you remember those sorts of stories told in rhyme and partial rhyme? Anyways, I think you have many more memories worth adding. This sort of thing is nice to read on a crisp night, like tonight out where I am, while a fire burns briskly in the stove and the kids and I are snuggled in for some reading out loud. I agree with some one above here about the grandfather clock. I kept waiting for it to fall, perhaps that event should be included in a later installment. There's nothing I like better than hearing the reminisces of by gone days....Ciao..(I'm sure if I slid down I would get a splinter...we moved out of our 1875 home before I was old enough to slide) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-28 03:36:36 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Tai, it was great fun gliding down staircases, I think I was lucky to live in a house where one was able to. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-28 03:40:12 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thanks Sabrina, its only recently that I have started writing about childhood reminisces - I think before I never thought anyone would be interested. I agree with the grandfather clock - it sticks out as being part of another memory and not really related to this particular one. I can't remember if I ever got a splinter - put they were polished mahagany. Thanks for reading. Emma Author's Reply: RoyBateman on 2004-10-28 06:01:11 Re: Dancing Ghosts Kids and old houses - everything they need to fire the juvenile imagination! You caught the half-forgotten memory mood perfectly. This is something everyone can identify with. Reminded me of one of my all time favourite songs, Judy Collins's "Secret Gardens." If you ever get the chance to hear it, you'll know what I mean! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-28 07:02:19 Re: Dancing Ghosts thanks for reading and commenting - I hadn't heard that song before, I looked up the lyrics, and see what you mean. Glad you enjoyed Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Pilgermann on 2004-10-29 13:46:16 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thoroughly enjoyed this. I was floated into the poem. Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-10-29 15:13:24 Re: Dancing Ghosts Where the hell did you live? Did you summon up courage enough to have a peek into the attics or is that another poem? Brilliantine, delicous like an apple. Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:39:31 Re: Dancing Ghosts Thank you pilgermann - I am glad you enjoyed this poem Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-29 17:40:57 Re: Dancing Ghosts thanks Dazza - I lived in brittany as a small child - it was an old old house - it is still with my mother but now it is much changed. I am glad that you liked! Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Mud Bath (posted on: 22-10-04) ***************************** I want to lie on the ground By the side of my bivouac And just let the rain Pour down in torrents On my naked skin Feel that icy sting As it pounds my body And just not have to Hide my tears. Take from the skies All it has to unleash Roll in the swamp Of my life Covering myself With the rich dark earth Painting my body So that I become Submerged with nature And when at last I stand, proud and not beaten I'll raise my arms And shout at the heavens That I do exist ©EMG04 Archived comments for Mud Bath tai on 2004-10-22 03:57:37 Re: Mud Bath Yep back to basics, very theraputic they say. Mud I mean. Enjoyed the read Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 04:18:54 Re: Mud Bath Thanks Tai, its my freedom feel poem, shaking off the shackles I think. Mud is meant to be very therapeutic lol Thanks for the 10 Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Green Carpets (posted on: 22-10-04) **************************** Behind the wrought iron gates The sleeping trees whisper as Green carpets beckon And the stones of life Spell out their greeting A narrow, gravel path Meanders its way slowly I wonder if this is the Road to heaven Aged and lichen covered So that you have to stoop to read Memories faded Left with just the chirrup Of the daring robin. Others, well kept and cared for Spell out their grief In this cold winter air. I feel like an intruder Breaking in on others grief Morbid curiosity At lives I know nothing about. Flowers picked and laid Some tended regularly Others, a whim, left to Fade and slowly die. Newer stones mark lives Bright, gaudy marble Names and dates etched in precision On some a photograph - tangible evidence That here are the remains. Beside an old tree, whip lashed with years Fresh ground has been piled I step away, perhaps fearing that Final grasp of death Behind wrought iron gates Green carpets beckon, And dreams are left sleeping In a winters graveyard ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright ©EMG04 Archived comments for Green Carpets Bradene on 2004-10-22 08:11:06 Re: Green Carpets Nicely done Emma, with sad and sombre images. Love Val x Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-22 08:14:33 Re: Green Carpets Marvelous read -- Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-10-22 08:31:09 Re: Green Carpets Very well written. You really take us there. It's kind of peaceful. I love reading gravestones and wondering about the lives of the ppl who lay there. Wonder if that makes me weird... Hazy x Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-10-22 10:27:31 Re: Green Carpets A lovely descriptive read-- Well done... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-22 11:39:55 Re: Green Carpets I love to read tombstones. I like the quietness of a cemetary I could wander around all day just reading..This poem is perfect....Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 13:25:38 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Val, it was a bit from a memory of earlier this year visiting my papas grave - which actually turned out to be quite a peaceful occassion. Thanks for the rating. Love Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 13:26:28 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Rita, I am glad that you liked. Thanks for the rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 13:27:59 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Hazy, I don't think it makes you weird - there is something about a graveyard, and wondering about the lives of the ppl there. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 13:28:54 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Gerry, I am glad that you liked this poem. Thanks for the rating. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 13:29:53 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Erma, they can be peaceful places, and walking around reading the tombstones can be fascinating. Thanks for the rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-23 08:54:35 Re: Green Carpets Well written poem, Emma! I like the use of imagery in this...Your verses dispensed off proper backdrop as your poem went with the message... D Author's Reply: Elfstone on 2004-10-23 14:07:54 Re: Green Carpets Another very fine poem Emerald, although for my taste it needs a little more punctuation. You seem to be very good at picking up on, and expressing, mood; I could almost smell the frost in the quiet air in this one. Elfstone. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-24 03:43:29 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Elfstone, I'm glad you liked. Afraid I'm hopeless at punctuation - I do try with it, but its not something that comes naturally. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-24 03:44:39 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Penprince, I'm glad that you liked Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-24 03:45:55 Re: Green Carpets Thanks Trevor, I'm glad that you liked - yes I hope the road to heaven is as well. Thanks for rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: |
| Invisible Lady (posted on: 18-10-04) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Invisible lady Blended into the Panelled background Of a smoke filled Lounge bar. She sits in her isolation Of self-made unhappiness A carafe of wine Her companion. Eyes, that are not just sad But weary Filled with the resignation That comes at the end of life When hopes are not realised. Dressed in the muted colours Of faded dreams. Her shoulders stoop For the unshed tears To fill her cup, again and again. Take a look See what I see Does her countenance not fill You with hopeless pity? Lost in an almost ghostlike shroud Exuding such moribund misery. Defeat shows in every line and crevasse Of her face, those cast down eyes That brim, but not fall. Truth can't be found At the bottom of her glass She is invisible to all Just a breath of air on a Damp winters day As lovers hurry to get warm. And so she will sit Lost in the shadows Of a life That no one sees. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ©EMG04 Archived comments for Invisible Lady Sunken on 2004-10-18 09:31:48 Re: Invisible Lady There's something a bit special about the person who does see the invisible lady, don't ya think? You saw, you wrote. I like. Well done Em. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-18 10:47:50 Re: Invisible Lady I'm sure life wll get better for the invisible lady. You tell it well Emma. Love Val x Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-18 11:42:07 Re: Invisible Lady It is sad, but you have seen what self inflicted misery can bring....We all have the responsibility to make our dreams come true....and where there is life, there is hope. Always. A poem of portent, but only if we allow it to be. Great read Tai Author's Reply: Gee on 2004-10-18 11:53:43 Re: Invisible Lady Very well written. I loved this part- Dressed in the muted colours Of faded dreams. I felt that was very descriptive. A well observed study of hopelessness here. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 11:59:57 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Sunken, for reading - I like observing people and wondering what is going through their mind. Thanks for the 10 Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 12:00:55 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Val, I hope her life does get better. Thanks for the 10 Love Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 12:02:18 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Tai, I agree with you, it is down to ourselves to make the best of life. Thanks for the rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 12:03:22 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Gee, for reading and commenting on this piece, much appreciated Emma:) Author's Reply: Safron on 2004-10-18 13:39:04 Re: Invisible Lady Emma, Excellent capture of this invisible lady. Sad and well done I love this part. "Just a breath of air on a Damp winters day As lovers hurry to get warm. And so she will sit Lost in the shadows Of a life That no one sees. " Safron Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-18 13:49:22 Re: Invisible Lady This is a story of those alcoves and arroyos where even wind gets transfixed...only true poets can venture in those chambers...EXCELLENT work, Emma! PP Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 13:57:21 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Safron - you have chosen the part I like best too! Thanks for the rating it is appreciated Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-18 13:58:45 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks penprince - I wasn't too sure if this poem worked - but it is a observation of a life. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: chrissy on 2004-10-19 05:31:31 Re: Invisible Lady This a really wonderful piece. The mood is evoked perfectly by the title and the descriptions are immaculate. You have achieved so much by your excellent use of language. 'Defeat shows in every line and crevasse Of her face, those cast down eyes That brim, but not fall.' These lines are beautiful. Much thanks for letting me read this. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-19 09:08:17 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks chrissy for taking the time to read and comment on this piece. I am glad that you liked it and rated a 10 and also for hot story. I wasn't too sure when I posted this poem, if it would be liked, so I am truly grateful Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-10-19 10:24:07 Re: Invisible Lady I loved this Emma... it reminds me of a picture of a blonde woman smoking a cigarette, I think wearing a green mac. I have a copy of it, but dunno how to put it in here! Maybe I'll PM it you later... Hazy x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-19 11:17:57 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Hazy, I have never been able to work out how to put a picture on here - strangely I did have a picture to go with this poem, but couldn't get it on. I'd love to see your picture. Thanks for reading Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Hazy on 2004-10-19 18:00:11 Re: Invisible Lady Have mailed you! Can't seem to add here or in PMs!!! Hazy x Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-20 06:47:51 Re: Invisible Lady Mmm.. I see her with pen in hand.. creating worlds in her mind.. I don't think she minds too much that she's invisible.. but that's how I look at her -- Great read -- Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-20 11:51:58 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Rita, it is always a curiousity to look at people and wonder what it is that goes through their minds. Maybe she is writing - a beautiful poem to lift up souls Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-20 17:21:25 Re: Invisible Lady Mille Pardon - it is my reflective stage of poetry I think, but like good wine - there comes a time to take a breath and I have other poems - that are less sombre. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Capricorn on 2004-10-20 18:58:31 Re: Invisible Lady An inspired poem -- I particularly like " dressed in muted colours of faded dreams" Great read Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-21 03:05:41 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Capricorn for reading and rating this piece. I'm glad that you liked the poem Emma:) Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-10-21 13:49:07 Re: Invisible Lady sad --true, but you captured it well... Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-21 17:17:27 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Gerry, sometimes others lives can seem very bleak. Thanks for rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Elfstone on 2004-10-21 18:10:49 Re: Invisible Lady I have read this and come back to read again - the mark of a fine poem for me. This is very good poetry emerald. It captures a mood of desolation and irredeemable sorrow. I am curious about one thing though: the lines "She sits in her isolation Of self-made unhappiness" - if this poem is (as I think) a description of someone you actually saw somewhere, what made you thing her unhappiness was "self-made"? Elfstone. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-22 02:54:53 Re: Invisible Lady Thanks Elfstone, It was an impression that I got after seeing a picture of a woman sitting in a bar. She looked so fed up and miserable, but I felt that she could have changed her life - so for me, her misery was self made. As I say its just what I saw from the picture, another person may have seen something different. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Brown Eyed Girl (posted on: 15-10-04) Written after listening to Van Morrisons (Brown Eyed Girl) He sang 'Brown Eyed Girl' to her As they lay side by side In her studio apartment Overlooking the rooftops Where the city cats Prowled, marking their domain. In the early morning light They would make love And as the sun rose in the east She would smile, And know that this was Her heaven on earth. And as he slept, She would make her way To the boulangerie For when he awoke He would be ravenous And love needs feeding. And returning, she would Watch him lie Stretched across the bed And love him more than anything. He would slowly wake And smile, that smile Tender, yet sleepy They would share the baguette Greedily breaking chunks off And feeding one another The smell of fresh coffee Aromatic to their love. And when he left She would sigh And feel not quite whole But warm in the knowledge That she was His brown eyed girl ©EMG04 Archived comments for Brown Eyed Girl Safron on 2004-10-15 03:32:40 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Emma, I love that song too and this is excellent inspiration you received for this beautiful romantic poetry. Ending was perfection. Safron Author's Reply: discopants on 2004-10-15 03:57:03 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Sounds good, although I'm usually completely uncommunicative for an hour or two after waking up. Great song, by the way, and I am married to my very own 'Brown Eyed Girl'. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 05:27:03 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks for reading and commenting - you can't beat a brown eyed girl Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 05:28:06 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Safron, was listening to this song the other night - and as I have brown eyes - the poem just arrived. Thanks for rating. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-10-15 05:33:34 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Ever been out with a binaural boy? One brown, one blue, staring at you first thing, dribbling, crosseyed and aroused? You ain't lived baby! Nice one Emerald, you schmaltz maiden you! (good schmaltz!) Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 05:38:20 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Dazza for giving me a smile with this comment - theres just not enough schmaltz in the world, so I have to do my bit. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-15 05:40:50 Re: Brown Eyed Girl I could feel the sombre flow and the mood dispensed in your wonderful poem...FABULOUS work, Emma! PP Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 05:43:32 Re: Brown Eyed Girl And thanks for the 10 Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 05:44:19 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Penprince, I'm glad you liked this, thank you for commenting. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-15 06:04:21 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Lovely poem Emma. Lovely images. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 06:18:28 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Val, glad you liked, and thanks for the 10 Love Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 06:26:22 Re: Brown Eyed Girl And thanks for the 10 Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-10-15 06:32:43 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Sounds perfect Emma. Gave me a warm and fuzzy moment, which is always a good thing on a drab Friday morning. s u n k e n Author's Reply: e-griff on 2004-10-15 06:51:49 Re: Brown Eyed Girl I liked this, it was sweet and complete... and it conjured up not only the vision of the relationship, but also the surroundings. cheering and sunny. G Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 07:14:31 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Sunken for reading and commenting on this piece Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 07:15:32 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks e-griff, glad you liked this. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma:) Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-15 09:49:34 Re: Brown Eyed Girl From a Brown Eyed Girl, who had that sung to her too...one of his favorites..enough said... A beautiful poem. love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-15 11:47:51 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Tai, for reading and rating, it is a beautiful song. Love Emma:) Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-16 03:18:48 Re: Brown Eyed Girl you are the Queen of romantic verse I vote – (must hunt out the song and give it a listen now) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-16 03:47:13 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Rita, - its a good song and inspiring of romantic verse. Emma Author's Reply: Leila on 2004-10-16 05:08:14 Re: Brown Eyed Girl I like the soft, slow, sensuous feel to this...L Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-16 10:31:19 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Sweet and tender poem full of warm and fuzzy...I love warm and fuzzy...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-16 12:38:05 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Leila, for reading and commenting on this piece Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-16 12:39:18 Re: Brown Eyed Girl Thanks Erma, I 'm glad you like warm and fuzzy, I like a bit of romance from time to time with poetryl Thanks for the rating. Emma:) Author's Reply: |
| Ruling the World (posted on: 11-10-04) Romantic She sits and whiles away time Lost in a world Where time is forever still The smell of freshly cut grass Heavens scent For her nose only And here she will stay Until he arrives And her world starts To rotate again She lies, full stretched Her face to the sky And her arms open To receive The moon on her lap And by sense She knows that he is on his way She sits up, pressing her knees To her chest He doesn't hurry He never does Life is a casual walk to him But that is why she loves him Still, in this time of waiting She can watch as the gentle breeze Ruffles the hair on his head Watch him pause, and pick A wildflower to give to her And when he arrives at her side The birds will begin their song For nature, waits as well You cannot begin life Until the loving has begun And when he is next to her She will look up at him Stretch out one hand For him to pull her to her feet And then she will be in his arms Pressed up so close to him They don't even need to kiss Because now he is here The world is kissing them And although she may not Rule the world She is damn well Sitting on top of it. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Ruling the World Dargo77 on 2004-10-11 09:50:15 Re: Ruling the World Emma, I thought this was a wonderful account of true love. Very enjoyable. Dargo Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-11 10:12:40 Re: Ruling the World This is another bittersweet poem, Emma...I like the flow and a few particular lines on this... Debashish Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-11 10:14:18 Re: Ruling the World Beautiful love poem Emma I enjoyed it thoroughly Love Valx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 12:21:09 Re: Ruling the World Thanks Debashish, for reading and commenting, it is appreciated Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 12:21:47 Re: Ruling the World Thanks Val, I am glad that you enjoyed this poem. Thank you for the rating. Love Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 12:22:48 Re: Ruling the World Thank you Dargo for the rating and for making it a hot story. I am glad that you enjoyed, thanks for taking the time to read. Emma Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-10-11 12:25:58 Re: Ruling the World Emma, We all need a touch of romance...and this certainly says it well. Regards, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 13:36:51 Re: Ruling the World Thanks Adele, I think deep down at heart, I am still quite a romantic. Thanks for the rating Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-10-11 15:36:57 Re: Ruling the World Pssst, Em? I like a bit of romance myself. I can't write it to save my life, but you can. I haven't got a feminine side if anyone asks (-; s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 15:57:48 Re: Ruling the World Thanks Sunken, bet you have - its just in hiding! Thanks for reading and commenting. Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-13 03:58:38 Re: Ruling the World how do you do it? I simply can't write romance to save my life -- I envy you -- keep 'em coming 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-13 05:39:45 Re: Ruling the World Thanks Rita, I am sure that you can - but I like writing romantic poetry. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Holding Papa's hand (posted on: 08-10-04) ******************** Holding Papa's hand again That's nice I can see me Little girl skipping Along beside Papa Chattering excitedly away It's so nice to see you again Papa, just so nice I'd forgotten that song You would sing as we Walked along the road Where are we headed I wonder? Look at me Was I ever that small? And wearing that horrid bow That Eva kept putting in my hair You're taking me for that ice-cream At the end of the road A '99' with a chocolate flake That's why I'm so excited I had such a sweet tooth In those days There we are now I'm pulling at your hand Can't wait to have my treat Even though father says That '99's are made of pig fat It's nearly bigger than me I can see ice-cream all over my face Then – oh no! It's on the ground, and I'm bawling And you are bending down And wiping my eyes with that Big red spotted handkerchief I remember that day so well It's so nice to see it again You bought me another ice-cream And that time I didn't drop it And as it melted, I got ice-cream all down the front Of my dress I miss you a lot Papa And all the fun we had You and me together Going about our adventures But now its time to go back Back to the here and now But I'll just take one more look At that silly little girl Holding your hand ©EMG04 Archived comments for Holding Papa's hand tai on 2004-10-08 05:27:46 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thank God we have our memories, and not all bad ones! lovely work Tai Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-08 06:45:08 Re: Holding Papa's hand I love the little twist at the end which tells me it's not just about ice-cream and happiness -- am I right? Author's Reply: Skeeter on 2004-10-08 09:06:51 Re: Holding Papa's hand such a sweet and sad poem, very affecting, and written with tenderness. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-08 13:43:33 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Tai, as we get older - I think we tend to remember more of the past - good and bad. thanks for the rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-08 13:45:19 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Rita, yes you are right, although this was written with a lot of love - there is always a shadow somewhere Thanks for rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-08 13:46:20 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks skeeter - I wasn't trying to make it sad, but somehow it crept into this - but I suppose that is what memories are about. Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-08 13:50:40 Re: Holding Papa's hand Emma, This is a very emotional poem, irrerespective of guys or gals...we miss our father, when we feel our child inside is in turmoil...though TA is old now, but these psychological qualms can be explained with Eric Burne's views... Debashish Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-08 14:29:10 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Debashish, it turned out far more emotional than I had expected, but it is the first piece of poetry about him that I have been proud of writing. Thanks for the rating Emma Ps - please excuse my ignorance, but who is Eric Burnes Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-09 07:15:20 Re: Holding Papa's hand How lucky you are Emma to have such cherished memories. A lovely poem Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-09 12:25:19 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Val, these memories are very cherished - I only have the one photo of him and I - and its more precious than anything. Love Emma x Author's Reply: Safron on 2004-10-09 13:35:58 Re: Holding Papa's hand ' Poetry: Holding Papa's hand- by Emerald (263 words) Poetry ******************** Holding Papa’s hand again That’s nice I can see me Little girl skipping Along beside Papa Chattering excitedly away It’s so nice to see you again Papa, just so nice I’d forgotten that song You would sing as we Walked along the road Where are we headed I wonder? Look at me Was I ever that small? And wearing that horrid bow That Eva kept putting in my hair You’re taking me for that ice-cream At the end of the road A ‘99’ with a chocolate flake That’s why I’m so excited I had such a sweet tooth In those days There we are now I’m pulling at your hand Can’t wait to have my treat Even though father says That ‘99’s are made of pig fat It’s nearly bigger than me I can see ice-cream all over my face Then – oh no! It’s on the ground, and I’m bawling And you are bending down And wiping my eyes with that Big red spotted handkerchief I remember that day so well It’s so nice to see it again You bought me another ice-cream And that time I didn’t drop it And as it melted, I got ice-cream all down the front Of my dress I miss you a lot Papa And all the fun we had You and me together Going about our adventures But now its time to go back Back to the here and now But I’ll just take one more look At that silly little girl Holding your hand ' I was so touched even to tears reading this poem your poetic voice was so child like and beautiful in this poem. Safron Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-09 13:39:04 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Safron, this poem started out life as just a moment of going back in the past - but somehow between that - a lot of feelings came to the front, and I felt like the little girl I once was. Emma Author's Reply: Capricorn on 2004-10-09 18:11:10 Re: Holding Papa's hand Oh Emma -- this one brought a lump to my throat. My father died in May and my life seems filled with memories now, so I relate to this very well. A touching and sensitive write. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-09 18:44:39 Re: Holding Papa's hand Hi, my papa died 20 years ago - and I still miss him, I wish I could say that time makes it easier, it just makes acceptance better. Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-10-10 12:46:52 Re: Holding Papa's hand Such a beautiful evocation Emma. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-11 06:11:36 Re: Holding Papa's hand Thanks Kat for reading - much appreciated Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: |
| To take Tea (posted on: 01-10-04) This started as just a trial poem - but I quite liked the end result - its not anything particularly creative I see her now in my minds eye birdlike, sipping from the Old rose china cup Not for her a mug Tea was an experience A silver teapot A silver jug of hot water A small patterened bowl Containing slivers of lemon "It is workmen, my dear "Who drink from mugs, not Ladies." Once, out of sheer mischievousness I picked up my cup And lifting it, stuck out my little finger She may have appeared frail But her eyes shot bolts of steel Straight at me Needless to say I never tried that again. Emma Archived comments for To take Tea Bradene on 2004-10-01 07:50:18 Re: To take Tea I used to have a great Aunt just like her! it's uncanny! Grat poem Emma. Love Valx Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-01 07:51:18 Re: To take Tea oops should be Great poem! congrats on the Great Read ((-; Valx Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 08:27:09 Re: To take Tea Thanks Val, we probably all have the odd old relative in our pasts, who could quell tidal waves with just one look. Thanks for the 10 Love Emma Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-01 16:20:00 Re: To take Tea I like it, a lady is always a lady. I like the way you ended it I've had that look shot at me a few times too...Erma Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-10-01 18:30:53 Re: To take Tea Wonderful depiction. 'But her eyes shot bolts of steel', what an image! Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 18:48:48 Re: To take Tea Thanks Erma - you are always so kind to stop by and read - thanks for the rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 18:49:43 Re: To take Tea Thanks Kat - this was written as a spur of the moment thing in answer to someone asking how we would write about cups in our own style. Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-10-02 03:59:15 Re: To take Tea I'm a tea person -- loved this read -- Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-02 05:53:47 Re: To take Tea Thanks Rita, nothing like a nice cup of tea! - thanks for the reading and the rating Emma Author's Reply: tai on 2004-10-03 18:44:03 Re: To take Tea Hi Emma, I enjoyed your poem very much. Grandparents are great, sometimes? I was lucky in this respect too. Enjoyable read. Tai Author's Reply: |
| The Bistro (posted on: 01-10-04) A Poem The Bistro Yesterday I passed The Bistro And thought I saw you there Sitting at our old table By the window. Your 'paupers' bowl Of soup du jour and bread And the cheap red wine That must accompany All food eaten I remembered how at the end Of our meagre meal It would be me left to Pay the bill For as always you Would be temporarily out of funds And how could I resist you With the soul of an artist In your eyes Like the clouds of smoke From your gitanes That would engulf us Throughout every lunch But it wasn't you there And inside, although I felt a Hint of sadness I was glad For you were once my passion That caged and enthralled me And now I am free And the artist who holds me now Paints the most glorious pictures Of lovers who sit in Bistro's ©EMG04 Archived comments for The Bistro tai on 2004-10-01 04:35:15 Re: The Bistro Van Gogh I presume! I enjoyed the way in which you approach the subject. Love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 07:20:20 Re: The Bistro Thanks Tai, not sure quite how this piece came about, truth is, it just wrote itself. Thanks for commenting and the rating Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-10-01 07:24:06 Re: The Bistro I love this, it reminds me of the story I once heard about how French onion Soup was created.. Especially for the penniless Artists on the left bank. Very atmospheric Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 07:35:58 Re: The Bistro Thanks Val, for reading and rating this piece, Love Emma Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-10-01 08:59:02 Re: The Bistro So vivid I could smell the smoke..I love it...Erma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-10-01 09:21:06 Re: The Bistro Funny how tables become 'ours' isn't it? I like this Em, a lot. Does that win crap comment of the week award? s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 11:36:36 Re: The Bistro Thanks Erma, I could see the pair sitting in wafts of smoke myself - thanks for reading and the rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 11:37:44 Re: The Bistro Thanks Sunken - for reading and the rating - you should see some of my comments - yours are postively eloquent besides some of mine. Emma Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-10-01 14:51:22 Re: The Bistro Emma, I liked this--you painted a nice picture. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 15:03:05 Re: The Bistro Thanks Gerry - I tend to write with a picture in my mind. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 15:03:40 Re: The Bistro Sorry - thanks for the rating 🙂 Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-10-01 15:07:34 Re: The Bistro I like broccoli and stilton and a cheap chilean out of brown paper bags. I cannot paint but could write a ditty about wind? Excellent peice, the artist formerly known as Dazza. Author's Reply: Leila on 2004-10-01 16:06:24 Re: The Bistro Enjoyed this one, comes together nicely...L Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-10-01 17:25:43 Re: The Bistro Great writing and atmosphere here Emma. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-01 18:47:47 Re: The Bistro Thanks Kat - I appreciate you reading and rating - I like these type of poems to write Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-02 03:53:48 Re: The Bistro Thanks Dazza, - I would love to read your ditty about wind - although I would recommend that you stay away from the broccoli in future. Thanks for reading Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-02 06:00:54 Re: The Bistro Thanks Leila for reading and commenting - much appreciated Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-10-02 06:21:11 Re: The Bistro I like the way you took your readers inside your poem...EXCELLENT work, Emma! Debashish Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-02 08:53:55 Re: The Bistro Thank you Debashish for reading and commenting on this piece. Glad you liked it. Emma Author's Reply: royrodel on 2004-10-02 14:05:36 Re: The Bistro These foolish things. RODEL Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-02 14:31:19 Re: The Bistro Thank you royrodel - I think? Did you like or not? Still thank you for dropping by and reading, it is appreciated Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-10-12 03:25:27 Re: The Bistro Merci Louptimide, for those wonderful comments, I am so pleased that you enjoyed this piece. Madame 🙂 Author's Reply: |
| No Place (posted on: 27-09-04) ********************************** No Place is the home Where loves sweet losers go It's hidden in your nightmares In a restless journey there. A place where smiles are fixed In a grotesque mimicry And the lakes are filled With the sad clowns tears And the whistling winds are jeers. Just close your eyes On the darkest night And the arms that hold you now Are the ghosts That dance on the wrecks of ships To the lonely sound Of a fog horns tune And a sailors dying cries. No Place is your destiny Where the porcelain face Of a painted doll In the cold harsh light Of a winters day Shows the ravages of life And the soulless roam On the windswept shore Where No Place is your home ©EMG04 Archived comments for No Place tai on 2004-09-27 04:42:54 Re: No Place A sad and sultry lament. Almost a mariners tale. Greatly enjoyed this lovely poem. Tai Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-09-27 05:01:56 Re: No Place Beautifully Sad Emma really suits monday morning. Well done Love Val x Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-09-27 05:04:32 Re: No Place Well written and expressed, Emma! I like your style! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-27 09:25:15 Re: No Place Thanks Tai, I wrote this a few weeks ago, and although I like some of the lines in this, still feel it needs some work on it. Thanks for the rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-27 09:25:58 Re: No Place Thanks Val, well I guess its a change from food lol Thanks for the rating. Love Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-27 09:26:40 Re: No Place Thank you Penprince, I think it needs a bit more work to it. Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-09-27 13:50:58 Re: No Place You seem to get better with every post Em. I'm still crap at this commenting so I thought I'd highlight my fav lines instead - And the lakes are filled With the sad clowns tears And the whistling winds are jeers. There are more but I'd fill the comment box. Nicely done, as ever. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-27 14:01:36 Re: No Place Thanks Sunken, I do like some of the lines in this, but I feel I need to work on the rhythm in this poem, as it kind of rambles a bit - someone did suggest making it into two poem, and I'm still thinking along those lines. Thanks for commenting on it Emma Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-09-27 18:39:06 Re: No Place Emerald, Lovely imagery here! Cheers, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-28 04:00:33 Re: No Place Thanks Adele for reading and the rating Emma:-) Author's Reply: shackleton on 2004-09-28 16:20:09 Re: No Place You've left me feeling sad and wistful, Emma. Enjoyable read - soft and feminine. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-29 03:12:22 Re: No Place Thanks Shackleton, sorry about that - it is a bit of a sad poem I'm afraid. Thanks for reading and the rating. Emma Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-09-29 11:45:18 Re: No Place Sad one Emma but beautifully done...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-30 17:05:54 Re: No Place Merci Louptimide Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-30 17:06:28 Re: No Place Thank you Erma for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: |
| Lost in Love (posted on: 20-09-04) When love was being together They met before he became Dimensionally adventurous When he had that Lean and hungry look And a healthy overdraft. Haute cuisine Was cheap red wine And bolognaise Too poor for parmesan But who cared When the taste of love Was in the air But as his girth spread Love declined And parmesan Was freely sprinkled Chateau Neuf du Pape Lost its edge In the sour taste Of vinegar ©EMG04 Archived comments for Lost in Love e-griff on 2004-09-20 05:22:59 Re: Lost in Love 'dimensionally adventurous' -- lovely! 🙂 I bet thinking that phrase started the whole poem off..... JohnG Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-20 12:32:24 Re: Lost in Love Thanks John, yes you are right - I heard this phrase and wrote the poem around it. Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-09-20 14:11:28 Re: Lost in Love Emma, I liked this one, nicely done. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-20 14:45:34 Re: Lost in Love Thanks for stopping by and commenting - also for the rating Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-09-21 06:58:10 Re: Lost in Love this is so crisp -- it crackles -- loved it! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-21 07:42:15 Re: Lost in Love Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-09-21 08:20:10 Re: Lost in Love My fav lines. 'But as his girth spread Love declined' Your poetry makes me hungry just lately young EMG04. That's not a bad thing though. s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-21 09:52:33 Re: Lost in Love Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: tai on 2004-09-22 05:14:54 Re: Lost in Love Hi Emma, loved your poem. The beginning and the end of loves journey for some. But sometimes love prevails, we just have to keep working to keep it. I suppose you could say I am 'lost in love'! Some might say 'hopelessly' but I say, there is always hope. love Tai Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-09-22 12:39:40 Re: Lost in Love Good lines in this poem, well written, I like it ...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-22 12:52:52 Re: Lost in Love Thanks Erma, I'm glad you like it and thanks for the rating Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-22 12:53:48 Re: Lost in Love Thanks Tai, actually I'm a hopeless romantic generally, just with a warped sense of humour. Thanks for the rating Emma Author's Reply: |
| Visit Me (posted on: 17-09-04) A Short poem Come visit if you dare Let temptation guide your way Fruits have I to offer you And homemade wine to tantalise Draw up an easy chair My friend Let me ply you with Ambrosia And the flowers sweetest nectar And I will smile Beguile My wares you'll wish to sample The luscious purple fruit Of summers end sweet fig Dear guest That you should visit me Lulled by scents sublime Gorge yourself At my request Then sleep And sleep And sleep ©EMG Archived comments for Visit Me Penprince on 2004-09-17 03:09:27 Re: Visit Me This is a generous invitation; so seductive and beautiful...I didn't understand the motif change in last three lines...probably I missed an important clue in the repitition. Debashish Author's Reply: thehaven on 2004-09-17 04:50:57 Re: Visit Me Short but very sweet . Mike Author's Reply: sirat on 2004-09-17 05:08:24 Re: Visit Me Liked it. The narrator isn't a venus fly-trap, is she? Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-17 11:23:13 Re: Visit Me Thanks Debashish for stopping by - its more of a deadly visit, hence the last three lines. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-17 11:23:46 Re: Visit Me Thanks Mike, for stopping by and commenting on this piece. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-17 11:24:24 Re: Visit Me Thanks sirat - I think you are on the right lines there - she's a little deadly. Emma Author's Reply: pencilcase on 2004-09-17 13:38:45 Re: Visit Me A haunting and narcotic atmosphere to suit the subject. I like: 'And homemade wine to tantalise Draw up an easy chair' Very tempting! I'm sure I went out with her once... The pace and feel of this appealed to me. steve Author's Reply: bouncing_fluff on 2004-09-17 14:00:32 Re: Visit Me Wow! Emma this is brilliant! A very effective piece (I found myself being dragged in lol.. didn't need to be tempted!) lol. Great poem. Hehehe yaaay, it's me! *Waves* Lv Fluff. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-17 14:17:00 Re: Visit Me Thanks Steve, I was a bit influenced by the spider in the parlour with this poem - she wants to suck you in at your doom Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-17 14:17:49 Re: Visit Me Hiya Fluff, Great to see you here! Thanks for stopping by to this evil little poem Love Emma Author's Reply: tai on 2004-09-17 18:57:52 Re: Visit Me Emma, you scared the hell out of me, which is good!lol Great poem. Tai Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-09-17 19:09:56 Re: Visit Me Wonderful... Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: royrodel on 2004-09-18 00:56:36 Re: Visit Me A bit of an anti climax, but maybe that was your intention. RODEL Author's Reply: chrissy on 2004-09-18 02:47:11 Re: Visit Me As has been said, a very seductive poem. Nice use of words. You can see this temptress sitting on velvet cushions beckoning with a bejeweled finger. Very effective. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 03:55:51 Re: Visit Me Thanks Tai, A new edge to food and love - I think Emma - thanks for the rating Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 03:56:33 Re: Visit Me Thanks Kat - for stopping by and reading Emma:) Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 03:58:59 Re: Visit Me I hope your cat will not fight with my two cats - I will supply all the indigestion remedies - and cook up a feast of words Merci Louptimide Madame Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 03:59:43 Re: Visit Me Thanks Rodel for stopping by - sorry you thought it was a bit of an anti climax at the end. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 04:00:51 Re: Visit Me Thanks chrissy for stopping by and reading - a bit of a vamptress with food Emma:) Author's Reply: Dargo77 on 2004-09-18 04:55:25 Re: Visit Me Emma, wonderful piece of writing. Dargo Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 05:15:11 Re: Visit Me Thank you Dargo for reading and commenting on this poem Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-09-18 07:53:14 Re: Visit Me reminds me of that old number 'Summer Wine' -- you know the one -- 'strawberries cherries and an angel kissing spring...my summer wine is really made from all these things...' -- nice read! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 08:38:52 Re: Visit Me Thanks Rita, I cannot recall the sung - perhaps if you hum the tune I will remember - thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Toony on 2004-09-18 11:18:02 Re: Visit Me How can I not do so, with so much on offer... big hug. Aj Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 11:29:42 Re: Visit Me Thank you Aj - it is temptation that so often leads us astray - thank you for reading Emma:) Author's Reply: Zydha on 2004-09-18 13:27:24 Re: Visit Me I enjoyed this the first time I read it, Emerald, like so many of this genre...you seem to 'serve' the Egon Ronay seal of poetry, Zydha Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 13:54:31 Re: Visit Me Thanks Zy, - haha never been referred to as Egon Ronay - a culinary menu of poems Emma Author's Reply: zzt on 2004-09-19 05:28:38 Re: Visit Me Perhaps I am a scent-driven person. Maybe I am just plain gullible. After reading the poem, I am ready to "visit and taste the purple food". The poem maybe short but my goodness it has that x-factor. Well done. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-19 07:09:47 Re: Visit Me Thanks zzt, I'm glad you felt tempted to stop by and read - thank you also for the rating Emma Author's Reply: Nicoletta on 2004-11-27 13:33:23 Re: Visit Me I liked it very very much! Great flow and what an ending! Nicoletta 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-11-27 13:46:50 Re: Visit Me Thanks Nicoletta - I'm glad you saw the ending. Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: |
| Ah Life (posted on: 13-09-04) Sorry, more food On her wedding day She devoured Almond Croissant And a small hot chocolate When she gave birth They brought her tasty morsels To whet her appetite When he told her he was leaving She ordered fresh asparagus Dipped in butter And before she died She ate artichoke With her mother' special recipe At her funeral They ate canapés And drank a hearty toast ©EMG04 Archived comments for Ah Life uppercase on 2004-09-13 06:55:05 Re: Ah Life Poor dear she died still looking for love...good piece I like it....Erma Author's Reply: ruadh on 2004-09-13 07:18:50 Re: Ah Life I liked the way this tied together Emma love ailsa Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-09-13 08:11:17 Re: Ah Life Like this Emmy. Though I did make me extremely hungry (-; s u n k e n Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-13 11:57:39 Re: Ah Life Thanks Ailsa For reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-13 11:58:12 Re: Ah Life Thanks Erma, A life in food I think, thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-13 11:58:51 Re: Ah Life Thanks Sunken, I think I have a food fixation at the moment lol Emma Author's Reply: chrissy on 2004-09-13 12:18:41 Re: Ah Life A very good piece. I liked it. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-13 12:27:40 Re: Ah Life Thanks chrissy, for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-09-13 15:10:57 Re: Ah Life WONDERFUL read, Emma! I enjoy your writing style... Author's Reply: tai on 2004-09-13 18:40:41 Re: Ah Life Great read emma, something sinister about it, sent a shiver!... love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 03:32:19 Re: Ah Life Thanks Penprince for reading and commenting, its a bit of a quirky poem Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 03:33:03 Re: Ah Life Thanks Tai for reading and commenting - its a bit of quirky look at life thru food. Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-09-14 05:24:32 Re: Ah Life at least she didn't die hungering for food -- nicely done 🙂 Author's Reply: pencilcase on 2004-09-14 06:52:58 Re: Ah Life And it leaves open the age-old question: what's for afters? steve Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-09-14 07:32:49 Re: Ah Life You are becoming obsessed woman! Lol, seriously though this is really good Emma, well done. Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 11:14:35 Re: Ah Life Thanks for reading - a shortage of food definitely was not her problem Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 11:15:51 Re: Ah Life Thanks for stopping by and reading - I think she probably had enough to eat in this . Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 11:17:05 Re: Ah Life Thanks Val, food seems to be on my mind at the moment, Thanks for reading and the rating it is appreciated. Love Emma Author's Reply: Kat on 2004-09-14 20:31:17 Re: Ah Life A scrumptious and very accomplished poem. Kat 🙂 Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-15 03:07:38 Re: Ah Life Thank you Kat, I'm in a food phase at the moment Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Skeeter on 2004-09-15 10:51:49 Re: Ah Life You have to focus on the essentials; and marriage, life, death etc are pretty much secondary when it comes to stuffing your face; so good on you for reminding us of the right priorities. I don't know if I've ever had artichoke. Is it true it gives you wind? Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-15 13:01:58 Re: Ah Life Thanks Skeeter, Artichoke can give you wind - and also act as a dieretic (spelt wrong?) Thanks for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: Toony on 2004-09-18 11:20:41 Re: Ah Life Love it... Hugs. Aj Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 11:28:38 Re: Ah Life Thank you Aj, for your lovely comment Emma 🙂 Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-09-18 16:10:15 Re: Ah Life Ain't that peculiar?! You and me both hitting on a foody type thing, yours wasn't terminal though which is nice! I live to eat baby, come join me (in moderation of course). Great stuff (Food stuff) Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-18 16:21:43 Re: Ah Life I am food obsessed at the moment - but food and love are so close together - but of course in moderation - go for taste! Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: |
| Quest for Love (posted on: 10-09-04) Food I ate love in a sandwich A baguette filled with surprises I washed it down With a nice cool glass Of an indifferent Rosé D'Anjou For dessert I opted for Crème Brûlée Not the one with the fruit flavours So inspired in cheap English taverns I spooned through the Wonderful caramelised topping To taste sublime A Monbazillac wine For compliment What else, my darling On a quest for love ©EMG04 Archived comments for Quest for Love uppercase on 2004-09-10 03:11:15 Re: Quest for Love That's what we do replace food for love. It makes us feel something at least...good poem and so true...Erma Author's Reply: tai on 2004-09-10 05:34:24 Re: Quest for Love A very poignant poem pointing at the truth behind obesity. Love Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-10 11:29:16 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Erma, food is such an important part of our life - Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-10 11:30:18 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Tai - sadly we live in a culture these days where obesity is high. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-09-10 13:03:19 Re: Quest for Love Like this Emma a lot but my word you are preoccupied with food just now (((-; Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-10 13:05:54 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Val, Everyone will think I'm a 30stone fatty at this rate! I seem stuck in the land of food at the moment. thanks for the rating. Love Emma Author's Reply: Sunken on 2004-09-11 06:21:58 Re: Quest for Love Why do i find poems about food so arousing? The rumble in my stomach is proof that your piece hit the spot Emmy (-: s u n k Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-11 08:53:47 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Sunken for taking the time to read - I seem to be a bit obsessed with food at the moment lol Emma Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-09-14 05:29:39 Re: Quest for Love Yummmy -- I'm hungry -- off to the kitchen to cook up something -- 🙂 -- Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 11:13:26 Re: Quest for Love Thanks for stopping by and reading. Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-09-14 13:48:21 Re: Quest for Love Excellent poem, bittersweet emotions! Debashish Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-14 14:07:28 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Debashish - I am a bit food obsessed at the moment - thank you for stopping by and reading Emma Author's Reply: Toony on 2004-09-15 05:11:30 Re: Quest for Love I think that I had better read your poems after eating... they are so good... Hugs. Aj Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-15 13:03:26 Re: Quest for Love Thanks Aj for stopping by and reading - one of these days I will try and find something other than food to write about! Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-15 13:05:10 Re: Quest for Love Merci beaucoup Louptimide I like to write a sumptious feast - but resolve that perhaps a diet in the near future would not go amiss. Emma Author's Reply: mynci on 2004-09-15 15:30:45 Re: Quest for Love ok, i get you. made me smile Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-15 17:16:47 Re: Quest for Love Thank you mynci for stopping by and reading - a little fun with food Emma Author's Reply: |
| Marmalade (posted on: 06-09-04) Rubbish poem Its all marmalade and tears here Bittersweet and hurtful An english confiture Between pain au chocolat The taste does not compliment It detracts from one another For bitterness I drink café noir Au lait Is what the cowboys do Emma Archived comments for Marmalade Penprince on 2004-09-06 07:52:12 Re: Marmalade Very clever, witty and bittersweet as well! Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-06 13:02:19 Re: Marmalade Thanks for reading, I meant to delete this poem this morning, but had an appointment and forgot to. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-09-06 17:48:34 Re: Marmalade Emma why rubbish? it's quite appealing really in a sad kind of way. Love Val x Author's Reply: silentmemories on 2004-09-07 01:59:26 Re: Marmalade This is really interesting Emma. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-07 03:31:46 Re: Marmalade Hi Val, thanks for the rating - I think I went a bit obscure here - but it is quite sad. Love Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-07 03:32:31 Re: Marmalade Thanks Silent, for reading and commenting. Emma Author's Reply: bektron on 2004-09-08 06:11:34 Re: Marmalade I love the last line, and the contrasting tastes, not rubbish at all intriguing. bek Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-08 16:01:26 Re: Marmalade Merci beaucoup Louptimide Madame has indeed switched to food - the closest sense to a broken heart - or happy memory Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-08 16:02:35 Re: Marmalade Thank you Bek, A lot of people were confused by my line of thinking in this poem when I first showed them, that I wondered if perhaps I should just hide this poem away. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Cheap Tears (posted on: 03-09-04) *********************** Cheap tears I think I cried too many tears last night Cheap wine, old film That doesn't take the pain away I slept in a bed Too large Spread across, width ways To only awake at 3.30 am My mouth dry And my eyes heavy No gentle breathing beside me Just the remains of moonlight Crawling insidiously through the drapes I'm scared of the dark And there is no one there to hold me I lie, there - fitfully recalling Powerless Until I fall asleep But I'm not asleep Just dozing Until daylight breaks again And I rise, unrested For another day To begin Copyright © 2004EMG Archived comments for Cheap Tears silentmemories on 2004-09-03 02:36:42 Re: Cheap Tears A well-written poem, you made me see what those cheap tears are for you. Nic. Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-09-03 04:08:58 Re: Cheap Tears Love this Emma speaks volumes. Love Val x Author's Reply: chrissy on 2004-09-03 06:30:48 Re: Cheap Tears A very powerful piece with the ring of truth throughout. You describe something that we have all, at some time in our lives, experienced for one reason or another. Really well written. chrissy Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-03 10:56:51 Re: Cheap Tears Thanks for reading chrissy, those awful hours when you are at your lowest. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-03 10:57:48 Re: Cheap Tears Thanks for reading, it is appreciated, this was written a bit of a low time. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-03 10:58:39 Re: Cheap Tears Thanks Val, for reading and rating it is appreciated Love Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-09-04 07:16:48 Re: Cheap Tears This is so well written... Debashish Author's Reply: tai on 2004-09-04 18:06:39 Re: Cheap Tears Hi Emerald, I know just where you are coming from. All you can do is hold on and it helped, when I bought a single bed! Lovely piece of writing from the centre of a broken heart. Tai Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-05 09:24:07 Re: Cheap Tears Thank you Debashish, for reading and commenting, it is much appreciated Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-05 09:24:57 Re: Cheap Tears Thank you Tai - and thank you for the comment - a single bed it is! Emma Author's Reply: Toony on 2004-09-13 13:22:12 Re: Cheap Tears Tears that touch the heart, great work. Aj Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-13 14:13:05 Re: Cheap Tears Thank you Toony, this was written at a bad time in my life. Emma Author's Reply: |
| Tante Maude (posted on: 02-09-04) Another fragment from childhood Tante Maude lived on the top floor A proper martinet She kept the family On their toes In widowhood of black Birdlike and frail She ruled with iron rod ''Clarence, I need a drive!'' Imperious to the last Tea with Tante Maude Being told to sit – quite still ''She has your mother's eyes, Yvonne'' I squirmed on seats so hard. Tante Maude died on the top floor As requested at her funeral Top hats were worn Of course. ©EMG04 Archived comments for Tante Maude uppercase on 2004-09-02 09:16:24 Re: Tante Maude stuffed shirt, proper lady....great memories how did you ever sit quite still?...Erma Author's Reply: Claire on 2004-09-02 10:14:44 Re: Tante Maude My she sounds very strict, I couldn't sit still as a child she would have hated me. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-02 10:41:03 Re: Tante Maude Thanks Erma - no I don't think I ever did sit quite still enough Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-02 10:42:09 Re: Tante Maude Thanks Claire, I could never sit still as a child. Emma Author's Reply: deepoceanfish2 on 2004-09-02 10:53:41 Re: Tante Maude Hmmmm.... Now, believe it or not, I had a Tante Florence who made Tante Maude look like a loose woman! I still recall trying to 'sit still', when my chair tipped over backwards! Needless to say, I was left out of her will ( but for a token remembrance)! Now, if only I had managed to stay in that seat! lol..... But I digress....as to your poem....Crisp, taught and plain; delightfully suggestive of the character it portrays! I especially loved the ending. Nicely done! Cheers, Adele 🙂 Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-09-02 12:38:37 Re: Tante Maude Delightful read...excellent work! Author's Reply: bektron on 2004-09-02 13:39:55 Re: Tante Maude Charming, erudite, clear, well written. I enjoyed this I could feel the hard chair and the stony glare and a wry smile for the end. bek Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-02 15:21:29 Re: Tante Maude Thanks, I definitely wasn't remembered in Tante Maude's will lol - I was a dreadful figit - she was of a generation and a different world - but I am glad that I got to meet and remember her Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-02 15:22:16 Re: Tante Maude Thank you Penprince - a bit of a quirky memory in this Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-02 15:23:42 Re: Tante Maude Thank you, they were an education to know - could wither a soul with just one glance lol Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-09-03 10:55:24 Re: Tante Maude Thanks Trevor They certainly knew how to rule their small domains! Eagle eyed and demanding of a bygone age. Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: |
| Tante Claire (posted on: 30-08-04) A fragment of childhood memory Tante Claire had a poodle Called Bijou Such a little jewel He would nip and bark Madame Em Smelt of stale urine "Fetch me my spectacles" Tante Claire would say And so, Madame Em Would hurry to do her bidding Bijou died And Tante Claire Filled her pockets from the pick a mix A sad end To a wonderful lady copywrite EMG04 Archived comments for Tante Claire ritawrites on 2004-08-30 07:18:25 Re: Tante Claire the stuff that childhood memories are made of – a good read – Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-30 09:51:31 Re: Tante Claire Thank you Rita - a fragmented look at the past - from a little girls eyes. Emma Author's Reply: uppercase on 2004-08-30 10:35:20 Re: Tante Claire nice snipet from a childhood memory I like it...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-30 11:01:51 Re: Tante Claire Thanks Erma for reading and commenting - this memory is from very early childhood. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-08-30 11:04:22 Re: Tante Claire Like this Emma, has flair Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-30 11:31:53 Re: Tante Claire Thanks Val, through reading your recollections - it got me to thinking about some of mine from early childhood - and I realised I had a lot of funny old relations - that really should be remembered! love Emma xx Author's Reply: |
| She (posted on: 27-08-04) ********************** She Have you seen her eyes a smilin'? Like seas on summer days Running for the joy of life This child of nature's ways Long and flowing tresses That stream in joyous waves This most fragile bloom Vibrant and so brave Have you heard her singing? With clarity so pure Above the crashing surf This songstress voice so sure She soars into the sky As high as she can go Nature's chorus glorying In sunsets heavenly glow Can you see her dancing? Amidst the morning dew Dappled in the sunrise Beneath trees that nature grew Listen very carefully And you will hear her laugh Exultant in just living She walks a rightful path Copyright © 2004EMG Archived comments for She Penprince on 2004-08-27 08:03:31 Re: She FANTABULOUS writing, great imagery and figures of speech used...POEM IS A GREAT personification.. Debashish Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-08-27 08:03:43 Re: She FANTABULOUS writing, great imagery and figures of speech used...this POEM IS A GREAT personification.. Debashish Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-27 11:36:56 Re: She Thank you Debashish, for reading and commenting - it is very appreciated. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-08-27 12:41:40 Re: She A joyful poem this week Emma.. it flows so well down the page. A joy. love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-27 13:13:18 Re: She Thanks Val - it is a happy poem - the sun was shining and a family party was to be looked forward to! Thanks for reading. Love Emma Author's Reply: shackleton on 2004-08-27 15:45:33 Re: She Lovely old fashioned style, Emma. Can't beat it! Good sing-song flow. Good poem! Bye now. Author's Reply: Dazza on 2004-08-27 17:24:48 Re: She I feel the same way when the sun's out and even getting caught in some big,warm rain. You gotta love the Mother of all things! Great poem Emma. Dazza. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-28 05:11:57 Re: She Thanks Shakleton - I suppose it is a bit treacly, but it was a happy moment poem, glad you liked it. Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-28 05:12:48 Re: She Thanks Dazza, I'm a summer person - need lots of sunshine, and then I'm smiling. Thanks for reading Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-29 09:40:36 Re: She testing Author's Reply: |
| La Boule d'Or (posted on: 22-08-04) **************** She remembers Moule in a sauce sublime Langoustine Soupe de Poisson A soupçon of indifferent wine Mornings with le petit déjeuner A confiture so sweet Café au lait A discreet knock on the door The aroma of lying in love The Cathedral in Sainte Anne d'Auray Where bells sound in early filtered light The lover who held her But his face now eludes her Ah, but she remembers A baguette and a smooth pate A bottle of rosé That made her sleepy The music from the market And the way the wind ruffled his hair A lovers' tryst But she is not triste She can still smell the food Served at the hotel La Boule d'Or ©EMG04 Archived comments for La Boule d'Or Bradene on 2004-08-24 14:23:47 Re: La Boule d'Or I am assuming Emma that this is another memory of Madame and Garden City.. No wonder she became fat! I think your descriptions of her memoirs are delicious. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-24 15:47:16 Re: La Boule d'Or Thanks Val - this is mixed up with Madame - but it is also a memory of a hotel I stayed at 16 years ago - and where the food was fantastic. Thanks for reading. Love Emma Author's Reply: Penprince on 2004-08-25 08:13:34 Re: La Boule d'Or You seem to be very nostalgic with these memory arroyos...WONDERFUL poem... Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-25 11:43:44 Re: La Boule d'Or Thank you for reading - I seem to be in a reflective mood at present with writing. Emma Author's Reply: shackleton on 2004-08-25 15:32:01 Re: La Boule d'Or She's beautiful, Emma - just like her poem. Au revoir. Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-26 05:19:22 Re: La Boule d'Or Thank you for reading and commenting Emma Author's Reply: |
| Tomb Stoning (posted on: 20-08-04) Tomb Stoning is another name for Pier Jumping I wait on ledges way up high The wind is curling through my hair My heart is beating Adrenaline race To leap and fall Into God's grace The smell of brine A heady mix My senses heightened as I watch I take a step Propelled to dive In ice of angels tears that wept The air is rushing as I fall I break through water Then to rise I'm here alive It's such a rush That sudden leap that I survive And so to swim to granite steps To once again A leap of faith In waters cold A plunging game I'm hooked on this, its fun, I'm sold ©EMG04 Archived comments for Tomb Stoning uppercase on 2004-08-20 08:57:37 Re: Tomb Stoning Very good poem, my stomach is still falling. good description of a dive...Erma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-20 10:55:53 Re: Tomb Stoning Thanks Erma - most people think I am mad - but it is a great pasttime on this island is summer - and a great adrenaline rush - thanks for reading. Emma Author's Reply: Gerry on 2004-08-21 15:56:50 Re: Tomb Stoning Emma, sounds pretty good fun to me--but then I am a masochist. lol. Nice one. Gerry xxx. Author's Reply: ritawrites on 2004-08-22 03:52:38 Re: Tomb Stoning oh yeah, I can relate – I used to hate diving into the swimming pool… Yes yes I know it’s not quite the same thing but for me, horribly afraid of diving, it was akin to this… you’ve captured all the sensations wonderfully – Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-22 05:50:39 Re: Tomb Stoning Thanks Gerry, it is good fun - the kids love it, and as I'm still a kid at heart - so do I! Emma Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-22 05:52:21 Re: Tomb Stoning Thanks for reading - strangely I'm afraid of heights despite doing these nutty things - my way of conquering a fear. Emma Author's Reply: Bradene on 2004-08-22 05:57:43 Re: Tomb Stoning Sounds exhilarating and just a touch dangerous to me, but I love your obvious enthusiasm for it. Love Val x Author's Reply: Emerald on 2004-08-22 06:01:52 Re: Tomb Stoning Tha |