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by Guero Davila 1 month agoLike Poetry? Like Football? Try this! http://writing-community.writersworkshop.co.uk/groups/profile/5464
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by Tony 2 months agoOh, 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.
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by Tony 2 months agoI 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 :-)
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by GhostDogQ 2 months agoI 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. -
by GhostDogQ 2 months agoNot 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.
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by Tony 2 months agoIt's odd that the translation rhymes (to some extent), but what would appear to be the original doesn't.
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by GhostDogQ 2 months agoTranslation:
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. -
by GhostDogQ 2 months agoThis 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 -
by The Alien 2 months agoHas 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 -
by Tony 3 months agoDis 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.













