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Mar 13 08, 05:34
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Mosaic Master
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Real Name: Lori Kanter
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Referred By:Imhotep
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HI, I'd like to nominate the following poem, Ciaron's Dream by Larry for its beautiful rhythms, imagery and profound look at history. Best of luck! ~Cleo Ciaron's DreamCluain Mhic NoisThree saints stand watch o’er northern gate to meadows of the sons of Nor where chiefs and warriors laid in state ‘neath green and gorse of Shannon’s shore. Thrice buttressed path from Ciaron’s hand led all who trod this hallowed place to masters, teaching in that land a higher learning, pious grace within a stark monastic clime. The centuries are on display from crypts and castles built through time to broken cross in disarray. A place of temples, church and walls with blessings sprinkled on the ground, the last High King rests in these halls until the horns of Heaven sound. Fair Erin, ravaged from afar by Viking’s axe and Norman's blade, returns to beauty from each scar more lovely, strong and unafraid.
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Mar 17 08, 08:21
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Real Name: Elizabeth
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Referred By:Lori Kanter
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I would like to nominate Crypt-Keepers' Irony By Lori Kanter for the strength of subject, and how the images deepen the image. The story line is fresh and the subject isn't one often come by written with such a masterful pen. I found this to be further complimented by the form. This is a must read poem! Crypt-Keepers’ IronyHe wanders tombs through dark of night in search of treasures to alight a path to riches, sweet perfumes. Through dark of night, he wanders tombs. This thirst he seldom seems to quench consuming dust’s archaic stench whilst raiding chambers, sneers death’s curse... he seldom seems to quench this thirst. Inscriptions warn of punishment in frail hereafter: life’s lament defiled - lest one Pharaoh’s scorn of punishment, inscriptions warn. Adorned facade discreetly hid Necropolis’ broken lid that once beheld doubt’s living god -- discreetly hid, adorned facade. In Thebes amid disunity, Stonemasons’ opportunity is shared in Nile’s mild reeds amid disunity -- in Thebes. Crypt-keepers feign incompetence whitewashed in deben bribe's defense while Ma’at is droned through priestly reign; incompetence -- crypt-keepers feign. This irony remains today, the ones in power do betray a nourishing of Ka campaigns. Today, this irony remains. Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter Footnotes: Necropolis: An extensive and elaborate burial place serving an ancient city
Deben: A measurement of cost (a copper weight of .5 ounces) used as the unit of value for exchange, calculating value directly from the weight of gold for items of higher value, and from the weight of copper for less valuable items in an economy without coinage. A simple laborers pay was equal to 100 deben for 10-15 months work.
Ma’at: The concept of order, truth and justice. After death, a person's soul is weighed against the feather of Ma'at to determine their fate in the afterworld.
ka (in Ancient Egyptian Religion): A spiritual ‘double’ of the deceased, living within the body during life, and surviving the body after death. It was believed to be one of two spirits inhabiting the body, the main component of the soul. The ka is closely tied with the ba, the personality or psychic force of the deceased.
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Mar 17 08, 08:33
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Real Name: Elizabeth
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Referred By:Lori Kanter
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I had to honor this poem Stiff Upper Lip By Ron Jones for its skilled meter, naturual rhythm and excellent rhymes through out. It is witty and yet, keeps the reader focused on the underlying message. It is truth said in jest and it works quite well. I enjoyed the alliteration through out and how the sounds seem to make the verse dance about in the same frolicky tone as the meaning of the words... Best Regards, Liz ... QUOTE Listen my children, I'll help you talk "hip" and use the expression , "keep a stiff upper lip".
If you be a trooper, spec'ly a Brit, at attention as a statue you must commit. Not a twitch or a wink, you will stand sphinxlike straight! As a soldier of England, you, mate, are sedate.
So a growth on the lip, ev'ry hair in its place needs a "stiff upper lip", or a bout with disgrace!
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Mar 17 08, 11:29
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Mosaic Master
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Thanks Liz! I humbly accept the nomination! ~Cleo
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Mar 18 08, 16:53
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Mosaic Master
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I'd like to nominate Sylvia's poem, GAIA for it's grand imagery and content. Beautiful! Best of luck! ~Cleo GAIA
To unwind, to dream, beneath the canopy of a willow-tree! I wander your prairies, Gaia, picture sunflowers smile at summer skies, charting the sun’s orbit till nightfall.
Vast terrains pretend to slumber, guarded by languid owl-eyes stalking slinky felines and other unseen creatures of night.
I sleep beneath my leafy umbrella as frogs croak the onset of dawn, heralding showers flirting with rainbows. In dreams I circumnavigate mountain lakes, sight naissance of rivers.
I recite poems that nobody wrote, wondrous words dormant in memories of the dead. I gaze at Gothic cathedrals, the Taj Mahal, Roman aqueducts dominating Italic olive groves, Alexandria’s library perished beneath the sea.
Libelious lies and carnage disrupt my trance.
Where has love gone, where the chubby toes of children? Why does blossom wither by waysides? Nuclear submarines inflame sapphire seas…
I've shared hope with shipwrecked migrants, blending homage and heartache. I am a refugee seeking a fresh life, or just life... I dream the dreams of all men.
I conjure up dust-bowls on Austral steppes, Amazonia gutted by russet roads, thawing glaciers thunder Andean slopes.
Ice cubes tremble in my crystal tumbler, as I offer a toast to Gaia, to mystery, unreason, riddles, the paradox of her existence in space-time, to reality.
Reality is the destruction I have caused her. It is mourning a death foretold, though Death is not her death but mine.
By Psyche
Copyright: Sylvia Maclagan, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2007.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Mar 20 08, 11:33
Reason for edit: Revised version
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Mar 20 08, 09:15
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Ornate Oracle
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Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan
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Thank you, Lori, for nominating my poem GAIA. Permission granted, but I believe I'm in the wrong thread again... And there have been plenty of changes in my poem, during the last couple of days! Hugs, Sylvia ***
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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