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I don't recall what inspired this poem.

He moves up the block,
somehow managing to avoid
stepping on the trash
that's strewn around his feet.
He greets an old black man with an ancient hat,
giving him a curt nod and dropping a coin in his cup
as he boldly plays his lively harmonica
for the disinterested crowd
in front of the Cafe that serves the Hospital.
The young man stays for a moment and listens
before finding a seat on a stone bench
where he gazes at the nurses
staggering in and floating out of the Cafe--
beautiful and saintly,
angels of tolerable pain...
barely.

He glances at his gold Rolex
then stands abruptly
p

Virgin Sundance

This is one of my "Tag" Poems. Poetry Tag is where you gather with Poets in a chat room, and the Host starts out by "Tagging" a Poet and supplies the Poet with a Topic. The Poet has 5 minutes to write a poem based on the Topic, either literally using the Topic as a word(s), or using it as the general theme. The Poet then types the poem into the chat room as they create it, then all witnessing Poets say a few nice lies about how good it was, then the Poet who just wrote will "tag" another and supply the new Poet with a new random Topic. So basically what comes out of it is unrehearsed and improvised poetry. I was given this Topic, "Virgin Sund

Guardian Dryad

Guardian Dryad

A fragrant whisper rustles,
hushed and tawny,
from the movement
of her flowered hair
as she turns her head
to peer within you,
with eyes bright and searching,
a gaze, which casts aside
the darkened gloom
and throws deception to the winds
of unveiling truth;
unnerving,
undaunted,
they dare you to play the fool.

Her magic is in the light
of those penetrating eyes.
The angelic oval
of her enchanting face
draws you to them,
irresistibly.
The soft pout of inviting lips
is forgotten
in that distracting stare.

The girl you thought you saw
evolves before your eyes
into the woman
whom you cannot bear to see

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A quick note: A Haiku is Japanese Poetry. The standard Haiku has a fixed formula. The most common formula is-

3 lines-

5 syllables in the first line
7 in the second
5 in the third

Haiku's were typically a masculine tool and were used by Japanese men to describe love and nature. In the past, a Japanese man would write a Haiku to a girl and she would respond with a "Tanka", which has a formula of 5 lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllables respectively. Thus, the Tanka poem is very similar to haiku but Tanka poems have more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor and personification.

So he would write a Haiku, she would respond with a Tanka, and befor

Ceremony

Ceremony.

What happened
to this celebration?

There was laughter,
wonderous.

Newness.

Renewal.

Spring.

Nothing ponderous.

A solemn,
sacred thing-

Bridesmaids
dressed in white.

Colors,
living,
swirling bright.

There were
smiles and songs,
and dancing
half the night.

Ceremony.

Vows made,
with giddy delight.

Passion.
Oh, passion.
Hunger.
Need.
Desires.
Raging fires...

Quenched.

Soaked.

Drenched.

Another moment
ago.

A different sight.

Fading, slow.

Sodden.

Tears provoked.

Ceremony.

Just another
gray event
to herald
night.

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Girl At The Gate Of Time

It's good that it's Springtime;
The Sunflowers are not yet sad-
Hanging their heads,
heavy with many cares
and little worries
to come.

The Roses
are whispering
their fragrant Promise-
Confirming the hope
of Love that can yet be.

Mother says
that I'm not a child
anymore,
that it's time
to look ahead
and leave those childish ways
behind.
My heart isn't ready,
quite yet,
because I'm
afraid.

I know I was made
for love,
but is Love really out there
waiting for me?
I hope He can wait
a little longer;
There's so much I need to know,
and I still want to get this white dress
a little dirty
as I play for just

Cinnamon Rose

She is more
than just the words
to lilting song,
she is dancing
in the hills,
no bangled frills,
a living image
sounds unheard
it can't be wrong-

She's is
Cinnamon,
so dusky hued
and brown
and yet as bright
as a midnight sun,
her likeness
can't be found.

Watch her run,
watch her colors,
stray,
prismatic fair,
flashing feathers
brown and gray
from darkened,
raven hair.

She's an angel
brought to earth
by just decision,
sent to weep a tale
on fallow ground
in sultry teardropped visions
to the burdened
and the bent
that Eden's gates
can still be found-

She's a Cinnamon Girl,
a storied waif
of woods and streams-
clear water swirls
and ru

Gaia's Storm

Where have you gone
O, Angelique?
the wind of the Western Desert
brings your scent
within it's rushing heat,
sweeping across
the brush strewn plains,
exhaling your name
in the rustling
of the sun-browned leaves.

O, Angelique...
the night sounds of the jungle
cease in silent wonder
as the essence of your poetry
permeates,
piercing the magic covering
of the forest's thriving wreathes.

O, Angelique...
the brooks flow nearly backwards,
and the rivers hesitate
In disbelief,
as the mantle of your rising
summons clouds to veil
the sunrise in the East.

O, Angelique...
would that your eyes
should rest upon
this traveling sou

Engraving

Words.

Painted.

Engraved.

Is there a word
for children's pain?
If no one writes
their name,
are they to
blame?

Lost.

Love.

Lost love.

Lost tomorrows.

It is written
to be seen
in purple
scars.

Sorrow.

Endless
words.

No words
can describe
what is worn
in a crease,
in a care.

Yet they
are written,
here
for wondering eyes
to ponder.

Words.

A soul.

A heartbeat.

whispers.

Jasmine flowers,
and lilac
butterflies.
Mysteries
of a womans
inner page,
her womb,
her love.

Silence.

Which way
has the song
fled
after
it was sung
in words?

Where are
the words?

Here,
in violet eyes.
feel the words
gaze up

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End of Octoberby ~Garapan

Photography / Other

COLLABORATION WITH

End of October

Igniting in defiance,
Phoenix fiery,
in protest of a looming,
wintry fray-
the subtle flames
of Autumn's visual diary
proclaims
unyielding hope
with bold
display.

© ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· 2012

Poem written in collaboration
Image by Michael Evans
© End of October.jpg 2012
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I'm excited to share this piece of visual poetry. I've been in a bit of a writng slump and just then my old buddy from Shadowness, former fellow co-Moderator Michael Evans asked me to pen a little something for this deviation he named "End of October". The theme and the feel of the image, which looks to me like a sentry waxing bold and steadfast as it takes a stand and peers out into the gathering chaos with his face to the gloom. I thought of the seasons as they relate to men, how we have our spring time vigor, then wax prime in the summe of our lives, and in our fading fall seem to produce more profound beauty as wisdom and sage seasoning add depth to our stories. The subtle flames of the flower made me think of a Phoenix, and it's solemn geas to rise from the ashes. This is about a promise of hope after life, and defiance against the dismay of a coming winters death. I hope you like this.

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~AngieVX May 11, 2013 Student General Artist

Also I like the rhythm of this piece of poetry!

~Garapan May 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks Angie

*firefly0824 Apr 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Simply beautiful!

~Garapan Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*firefly0824 Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

welcome!

~eizu Apr 28, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

i'm drowning with this beautiful poem

~Garapan Apr 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hey, Diana! Gosh it's always good to hear from you. I think of you often. I've been so very busy. I hope you are well and thriving. Thank you for taking a peek and for your wonderful comment. If you ever get a moment please tell me how you are doing. On Facebook preferably as I check it the most.

Peace and Blessings.

~eizu May 6, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Awww.

I also hope you are well, and get rest in between those busy times!!!
I am having a great time in the art world though procrastination is still an issue, haha. But i'll get over it soon when I clean my room

It's nice being able to talk like this

God bless!

~Garapan May 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

hhahahahahah

~DaileyDose2 Dec 28, 2012 Student Writer

beautiful xxx

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