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Group for anyone who wants to show their poetry, discuss writing and ideas. A group to share and give feedback on your work x

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  • Guero Davila
    by Guero Davila 1 month ago
    Like Poetry? Like Football? Try this! http://writing-community.writersworkshop.co.uk/groups/profile/5464
  • Tony
    by Tony 2 months ago
    Oh, btw, for all recently joined members, It's actually much better to start a new topic (see Forum - Create topic, above) for each new poem you want to post. Puting it on the wall, here, means it soon scrolls down and is lost, and comments can get intermingled with unrelated ones. If it's in its own Topic it remains accessable and all the comments stay with it.
  • Tony
    by Tony 2 months ago
    I see, GDQ. I couldn't 'determine' the original, which is why I said 'appears' to be the original. I took the one you posted first (in Spanish) to be the original, especially as your second post was headed 'Translation'. I'm afraid I have no Spanish, so I can't do that version justice. It just appeared to me to have only the two rhyming lines - the first and third of the second stanza (Can 'nariz' be rhymed with 'eligio' and 'pagina' with 'rabia'? As I say, I'm sorry don't know the pronounciation, so perhaps they can.) It's quite an achievement to write bilingually simultaneously - and quite a unique area of expertise to be able to lay claim to :-)
  • GhostDogQ
    by GhostDogQ 2 months ago
    I had intended to post the following to began to show a bit of breadth, but wanted to address Tony's post first.

    All eyes fall upon his confident, charismatic stroll; all feel his presence; all aware of the room's stares. A simultaneous stroke of chord and light, tightened nerves to which her soul vibrates. His eyes hold her fears at dusk like closely guarded profit from her gentle, generous spirit. Her eyes an easel rifling his shoulder, all women having evolved from her. Her island forest, open and enclose him like a rare butterfly between its leaves. Something inside them broke subtly, like a vein, magical, magnetic, pallets quenched. Drawn to one dance, one marriage, one life together like chocolate and Chianti.
  • GhostDogQ
    by GhostDogQ 2 months ago
    Not sure what you've determined to be "the original." I wrote the "translation" and the "original" simultaneously, and my rhyme scheme is evident within both, but Spanish tends to be a bit easier to rhyme than English. To be clear, the poem(s) were written in response to a bilingual woman's question, "Why do you identify with Cyrano?" I fancy myself an expert at producing a poem that is in response to a woman's question in English & Spanish.
  • Tony
    by Tony 2 months ago
    It's odd that the translation rhymes (to some extent), but what would appear to be the original doesn't.
  • GhostDogQ
    by GhostDogQ 2 months ago
    Translation:

    Letter to Roxanne

    I am Cyrano
    Forever cursed by love.

    Yet my protuberance
    Is not my nose,
    Nor my exuberance
    For her whom I chose.

    But my great ugliness
    As is writ upon this page
    Not my wit, but my rage!

    My esteemed and dear Roxanne,
    I fall upon Love's sabre
    At your request.
  • GhostDogQ
    by GhostDogQ 2 months ago
    This poem is written from the perspective of a Spanish speaking Cyrano de Bergerac. Let me know if translation is needed.

    Una Carta a Roxanne


    Yo soy Cyrano,
    Malditio por siempre amor

    Sin embargo, mi protuberancia
    No es mi nariz,
    Ni mi exuberancia
    Para ella quien eligio;
    Pero mi gran fealdad
    Como esta escrito un esta pagina
    No mi ingenio, pero mi rabia!

    Mi estimada y querida Roxanne,
    Me caigo en el Amor de sabre
    En su solicitud
  • The Alien
    by The Alien 2 months ago
    Has anyone out there thought about our feet. We just take them for granted in spite of all they do for us every day. And do we treat them properly? And what about our poor toes, how much attention do they get? So, Ithought it's about time someone wrote a poem about them.

    WIGGLY TOES
    Wiggly toes
    wiggly toes
    why we’ve got ten
    nobody knows
    although with both hands full
    they can help kick open a door
    and the clever ones
    for no apparent reason
    can pick up a loose pen from the floor
    but it’s plain to see
    they can also be
    on close inspection
    a continual source
    of annoying infection
    and checking for this
    can sometimes be tricky
    when some of them
    seem to be pointing
    in the entirely wrong direction
    and what’s the point
    of all those joints
    we know
    big toe
    bending at ninety degrees
    sometimes has the knack
    and if you squeeze and pull hard enough
    you can even make
    some of them crack
    and yet I do suppose
    as every toe knows
    when both legs set out
    on some arduous route
    they can depend on their toes
    on the end of each foot
    to be ever ready
    to keep them both steady
    by bending their joints
    at various degrees
    even though they may be suffering
    form arthritic disease
    with no complaints
    not even squabbling
    thus preventing
    their proud upright owner
    from suffering
    any sensation of wabbling.
    in each quintet
    it could be said
    that Big Toe
    is the appointed head
    for, the three in the middle
    don’t seem to know
    where to go
    or what to do
    waiting in line
    as if they’re in some sort of queue
    and what about little piggy
    right at the very end
    try as he may
    he can’t really bend
    like his four other companions
    who when going on walkies
    display a modum of agility
    and altogether
    have more flexibility
    whilst alone poor little piggy
    can do very little
    and looks rather harassed
    no wonder he curls under
    apparently quite embarrassed
    so who can blame them
    for generally being
    unhappy with their lot
    in old sweaty socks and shoes
    getting unbearably hot
    their owners insistently insisting
    on a long daily trot
    but when all cries for help
    all seem to fail
    they rightly seek their revenge
    with an ingrowing nail
  • Tony
    by Tony 3 months ago
    Dis anybody else notice Infinite Author's blog about how to write poetry?

    http://writing-community.writersworkshop.co.uk/members/profile/4693/blog-view/blog_4639.html

    She gives some very sensible guidlines.