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“Talk about your favorite poets, poems, and ideas.” That is what this part of the forum suggests. I have an idea.

Years ago a friend and I wrote a poem together. We traded off lines and eventually made a complete poem. Actually we made two but the other got silly. 

Here's how to do it:

- You first need to start a thread here in the forum.

- Give your thread a poem name or subject to be named later.

- If you started the thread you are [the conductor]. Like in a band (I am a seasoned musician) you the conductor entertains ideas and suggested poem lines from other members and leads the composition, deciding which verses will make it into the final poem. You can also take recommendations for the poem's title if you wish, or start it off with a title; or give it a title with no subject direction and see where it goes. It's up to the poem's head.

- Everyone should respect the decisions of the leader, the poet who started the thread, understanding that the leader may choose to reject certain ideas while grabbing on to ideas that are in line with their thoughts (or whim). Don't take a line rejection as a personal rejection.

- A complete poem should be recognized as a group effort no matter who started the poem. Any member who's line was used or adapted for the poem should be mentioned as poem co-owners who have rights to use the poem, but there will have to be group consensus to receive money for it unless it is agreed that the one who started it has full rights to publishing; the other contributers can still use it at readings and attach their name to the group who wrote it; however all names must be credited and attached to the final product. We can discuss the particular rules here. It could also be viewed like a team trophy which stays at the school so to speak.

This could even be made into a separate forum. We could have poem compilations written by the members of P.O.

The poem my old friend and I wrote together turned out real good. Most of the lines are mine, but Bert really helped pull the thought along to what it is. Here it is. It's poem #17 of 63 in my first compilation. I gave it a five star rating which I had already been doing to my poems. I will enter it in the poems archive later.

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“The Chase”

To her eyes I delve within

Though in my heart I see no sin

Would that I in her heart see

To know she sees the same as me

If I could see the end result

To time I'd give no haste

For to hurry love unto it's end

Would seem a bitter waste

Though if an end exist at all

Whatever it may be

I think I'll give this no more thought

For to spoil the beauty of the chase

What worth the end to reach

—Jules T. Roberts

WOW, someone was looking!!!

I've been away from the site. I wondered what was going on here and wanted to check in. I love your screen name.

My first comp. has 63 pieces, the second has 68; but that doesn't include some of the poetic commentaries. So that makes 130+.

Please link me to some of yours, thanks.

Ok, I'm going to take a big chance here (that means something). Here is one of my big ones (including commentaries). Sorry about the text size; I don't see a function to change font size.

“All The Things I Didn't Say”

 

You ~ You

You've changed me somehow

You ~ You

You've turned things around

You've turned me upside-down

 

I never told you

How I really felt

On that day

My death-stroke was dealt

I shot myself

An arrow straight through my heart

Now my soul's like two souls torn apart

 

O ~ why

Did I let you in

To ~ my mind

And into my skin

I didn't expect you to react

React in kind

My feelings reenact

 

I'd give a hundred lives

To be by your side

But I'm just a stupid boy

Life's foolish ride

 

Now ~ Now

I know ~ I know

We see everything

With one, with one, With one, with one

One single skin

Why did you let me in

 

I'm flying blinder than a bat

I have no star to take me back

Oh ~ Oh

You are my moonlit night

My sun to guide my way

O' please won't you stay

But now the clouds have rolled in

Focus is too dim

Don't fly away

 

I've ~ made ~ mistakes I can't undo

I've ~ lived ~ one life but would take two

Or I'd go back and live one life

One single life with you

I'd kill myself a hundred (times two)

. . . be by your side

I'm so sorry I didn't have the faith

That someday you would come

So I didn't wait

 

Life's ~ greatest ~ irony

The things we can't undo

I chose ~ this life ~ in spite of me

You have your life ahead of you ~ (and)

I can't wait my whole ” life “

Just wishing I could die

A perfect life in paradise

With you as my . . .

Oooo, only sigh

(I'd give a thousand lives

To be by your side)

 

Now I want you to know

No I don't want you to go

But I can't have you stay

Won't you please go your way

Please no! Don't go, Don't go

. . . don't leave me this way

Don't Ever Leave! You must believe

I still have things I'd like to say

 

Don't worry about me ~ now

My heart will mend (no it won't mend)

Please won't you always be ~ my very special friend

To give ~ for you

My greatest sacrifice ~ (for you)

To give ~ for you

I'd pay the highest price ~ (for you)

Yes I would live and die one thousand lives

To be there by your side. . . to have you as my

one and only ~ solitary ~ s i g h

 

All ~ All

All the things I didn't say

All ~ That's all

The things I couldn't say

All the things I'd like to do

But I'm a solitary fool

To play upon a line or two

With You

 

In this medium, slow song the dashes denote a thoughtful pause, Se'la and the words in parenthesis are harmonies, and repeated words, echoes.

How fast can you read? Are you a speed reader? How much did you see? It was in your hands for a moment. “Are all those words for me?” There was, is more, is more to come.

 

 

i This is the first of many. j

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Think I may judge your words poorly? I will see first the heart of it; and yours seems large enough.

As for badly written poems? I've written more that I now possess; but I tossed the ones I didn't personally like; but we learn from our mistakes (hopefully), and they are mile marks along the way to our masterpieces.

I still want to see some of yours, and I have found a few. Good work so far. Hay, I didn't even begin until I was 17, that means you have a head start on me . . .so in about four years we'll see how far you've come.

See you around.

“When i have more time on the computer i will send you a PM of one or two of mine:” — i_miss_you

Still waiting (taps his foot impatiently).