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Aug 26 03, 11:43
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This will be 'familiar' to some of you..... I thought it might be fun to try and use several of Robert Frost's Poetry "snippets" and form a new poem, prose or short story tile using 'snippet/words' from his various poems. I will supply the words. You can use them as the beginning of a line or mix them up as long as the snippets remain intact. Good luck! I must go and write an example , but I wanted to post this thread in the meantime here. Pleease ADD your tiles as a REPLY to this thread. Here are the snippets you must use (in any order). There are 12 snippets. You must use at least 8. Cheers and good luck! ~Cleo The woods are lovely bent in the undergrowth One luminary clock had that flower and the shade of trees Where your face burns and tickles our place among the infinities To wash the steps Some say the world Of the great harvest A small bird flew Nothing gold can stay
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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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Aug 26 03, 11:46
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Ok - here is my Robert Frost challenge: :)
Undergrowth of Uncertainty
Kismet comes to wash the steps of ethereal forces bent in the undergrowth of uncertainty.
Journeys of jocular interludes of the great harvest flourish.
Had that soil found its cornucopia where the sun surfaces primal prosperity?
Had that flower found its wealth where the woods are lovely and the shade of trees soothe?
A small bird flew to the garden of life to drink of its nourishment.
Others came and went, giving and receiving seasonal bounty.
As one luminary clock calculates cycle's completion, nothing gold can stay, for its time is measured.
Some say the world discounts Nature’s fortunes. I disagree.
Copyright © Lorraine M. Kanter
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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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Nov 4 03, 07:35
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34% yours,66% mine, or Woods, Fields and Time
One luminary clock chimed away the moments, to wash the steps that once were.
I remember the time, lying in the grass. You had that flower in your hair.
And the shade of trees dancing on your face, laughing and silly. The woods are lovely, a place to be with you.
Where your face burns and tickles, as we ran thru bent in the undergrowth, our place among the infinities.
Nothing gold can stay like the color of your hair, grown of the great harvest it’s golden fields of wheat waving in the breeze.
Some say the world will end one day, not in our lifetime or our childrens.
There is love and hope, a small bird flew by
and told me so.
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Nov 4 03, 20:57
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ONE REMAINS, IN THE CUCKOO'S NEST .....
A small bird flew fleetingly, tweetingly, over one luminary clock, stopped at five past five. The woods are lovely this time of year, Spoiled only by this one damned cuckoo.
I, bent, in the undergrowth, search; and delving, thought I had that flower which I've been seeking in clearings, glades; had it nailed to our place among the infinities.
Hark, when you fail, that is bad. Worse, where your face burns and tickles with embarrassment : nothing gold can stay for man, when God makes ownership
Of the great harvest His; the spring of the grass and the shade of trees. Some say the world is a better place for His munificience. Meanwhile I will continue to wash the steps,
lead the lights, polish, scrimp and scrape set the fire, feed the kine, pray, pray again, and ensure, by physical effort until forever, that the treadmill continues to turn .....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
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Nov 7 03, 23:58
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The Sky was Velvet
I know so little of the great harvest of love. She left me.
There was a time when the sun wasn’t yellow, it was golden; the sky was more than blue, it was velvet- - and the shade of trees was a lover’s embrace, caressing my skin with its touch.
Some say the world was ripe then, ready for picking. I’d agree.
Then suddenly, a small bird flew from its nest, from the safety of my heart, and the fruit began to rot. Nothing gold can stay in a world full of bronze. I was stricken color-blind to life.
Had that flower not wilted to a pile of dust, I could smile.
Now I stand at the edge of Heaven, beneath the one luminary clock as it counts down my doom . . . tick, tick, tick . . . preparing to wash the steps leading to our place among the infinities.
I know so little of the great harvest of love. She left me.
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Jan 26 04, 20:58
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Mosaic Master
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WOW!!! What awesome responses Larry, Alan and Dan! FAB!!!! :) :)
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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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Nov 13 08, 06:28
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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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Nov 13 08, 17:27
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DESIGNED TO LIVE
Some say the world is designed, determined to wash the steps away of all which exists bent in the undergrowth.
I disagree : the woods are lovely, and the shade of trees provides relief where your face burns and tickles in the sun.
One luminary clock shone up at me; I had that flower marked, till a small bird flew through our place among the infinities.
Nothing gold can stay of the great harvest that is life - death will reap, reconstitute, recycle. However, that oxlip will live forever ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Robert Frost snippets challenge :
Some say the world to wash the steps bent in the undergrowth the woods are lovely and the shade of trees where your face burns and tickles one luminary clock had that flower a small bird flew our place among the infinities nothing gold can stay of the great harvest
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Nov 14 08, 06:25
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Well done Alan and you've used all 12 snippets, BRAVO! Enjoyed the read! ~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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Jul 15 15, 21:28
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Sundial
One luminary clock shall mark the time when all the woods are lovely and the Spring which had that flowered meadow’s grasses lime is in the past. Now Summer’s sun will bring
its heat to wash the steps which we will take. Cloud’s solace and the shade of trees will do until, bent in the undergrowth, we slake our thirst from toil. Frightened, a small bird flew
from where its nest was hidden in the leaves. She’d waited there for all the errant seeds from planting Fall’s new crop. Tall drying sheaves will feed her brood when Winter intercedes.
Each year, there’s nothing gold can stay or save what’s passed. Some say the world is just time’s slave.
Snippets used in order of appearance: one luminary clock, the woods are lovely, had that flower, to wash the steps, and the shade of trees, bent in the undergrowth, a small bird flew, nothing gold can stay, some say the world
Larry
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Jul 30 15, 14:32
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I love this Larry! We are certainly feeling the HEAT of Summer's Sun! Thanks for sharing! ~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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Jul 30 15, 22:18
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Snippet dee doo duh!
Trebor Tsorf Strikes Again
Some say the world is bent in the undergrowth because a small bird flew and nothing gold can stay. Some say the world is our place among the infinities to wash the steps and the shade of trees away.
Some say the world had that flower where your face burns and tickles; of the great harvest they say it was merely a crock of dill pickles.
There's still one luminary clock that says, “The woods are lovely when they tock.”
Augustus Pluvious
The woods are lovely. Rain began pelting this poor poet hiking to no destination, and I bent in the undergrowth like a dim-wit rabbit. Spindles of water unraveled upon me but I shook it off, arched my back and since nothing gold can stay, nor rain, I braved the wet and went my weary way. A small bird flew by.
And the shade of trees protects a long abandoned church. Rain to wash the steps that have fallen into disrepair... its door is locked and windows boarded; of the great harvest once promised, no sign. And I went my weary way. Some say the world will end in fire where our place among the infinities is but one luminary clock tick-tock.
And I went my merry way as the sun returned and had that flower – that faithful meadow flower firmly in its grasp to where your face burns and tickles with delight.
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