Well, I have been preparing the hall, and we have enough to start, here we have drinks, food, blood, faint light, candles, armchairs, soft cushions and many things more. Music can be heard in the ambient and the doors are open. So, come on poets, let's begin the party. We all can write here about certain topics and well, about whatever you want to talk about. Let's see how poetry paints our own fun, our own sorrow, love and all kinds of feelings. Be ready for the hearings of each one of us, meeting everybody without having to travel across thousands of threads to look for a special poem to us. And remember this is a party so we can do what we want, acting, play theatre scenes and many more. I hope you can join the party and have fun or relaxation here.
The idea is:
Talking about poetry,
Digressing across love,
Relieving with pain,
Rising with wrath,
Dreamer minds,
or anytopic you need to feed with words.

Well, and opinions, of course.
This way we can read the poems of many people, straight ahead. So I sit down and Let's start the poetry land...

Thanks (antihero) for beign there, and if you, poets, allow me I would want to dedicate this party to White Lily,
but it is for everybody's enjoinment.
Thanks.


This Ball from now on is to include the gathering of the ignored, for none and all are ignored. No longer a need for segregation is deemed necessary.

PARTY ON FOLKS, DRINKS ON THE HOUSE:metalhead :metalhead

Beigns, Visions, Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to read you the opening poem, dedicated to the party, when I finish I would like you to do the same, the land's yours.

The Pages of a New Rest.
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So I saw the faces,
they were seeking for knowledge,
The doors of the creation world were open to us.

When we entered there, we could hear the
words voices whispering to us,
telling us the explanation of the pleasure.

So we sat there on a dark field
full of ethereal emanations of dreams.
And we all started to write and feel,
laughing and crying in the partner's shoulder.

Suddenly our eyes are astonished because of the
visions of sounds moving.
Some beigns dance, some beigns talk,
some beigns drink, some beigns joke,
some were reading, some of us wept,
some were dreaming, some were dead.

Here... We... Are.

I've grown out of dependency, I'm gettting strong,
I haved lived this life, and now I m moving on.

I no longer need you to hold my hand,
I don't care about falling, I know how to land.

I know how to cope, I've learned how to deal,
I have gained some wisdom, I know how to feel.

I know I can live without you, I am not weak,
I need to shout it out, not be timid or meek.

I am glad for all the times the two of us share,
I have learned of strength now less I must care.


There's my contribution, but I think i may post it in my thread as well. Yes, actually I will.

Great one ! you see, you post it in both places and more people will read it, here you choose the poem. Applause for her.

Oh Arcole.....you do the most amazing things........thank you.......I am all choked up and do not know what to say.............except.....

The party

All around laughter reigns
And friends still gather time and again
Together we are here
To raise our voices
Telling of our joys
Happiness
Sorrows
Sharing in your tears
Telling everyone
Live for now
This moment in time
We can't control tomorrow
But right now
This is our time
Time I will share with you my love
So now as pain
Fades away
I am glad
That I came here today...........
LET'S PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This thread seems like a good idea and it is off to a good start. Hello, I'm Remy and I hope it's okay for me to add to this poetry party you two have:
Swift, so soft, so silk alive
Urged on by a weeping eye
Up backs of granite, shoulder stone
A breeze of urgency unknown
So pale hands ball into fists
Unrestrained grief in the longing for bliss
And if it were not for those bruised, ruined wrists
There might still be trust in the hope of a kiss
So slight like a glance
And satin with care
Midnight reaches the heart
To place solace in there
Lips from the night
Who has watched from the start
Blow gentle breath streaming
To smooth scars of the heart

Thank you for this thread. I feel honored to share this space with
your words.

Applause for her, hello Remy, exceptional work, applause for white lily too who read a magnificent poem dedicated to this hall, Thank you poets, now get a cushion, we are the first ones, hehehe, let's wait for the next poets' words. Hey, One can repeat too eh?, don't be lazy.

*comes running back in...Arcole guess what, guess what.........*looks at remy wow that was awsome and welcome........* Arcole I learned how to attach a pic to my posts on my thread...so there is one in there, isn't that cool, ok maybe it seems boring to you but I am ssssssssoooooooo computer illiterate that this is BIG for me to be able to do this......hehe maybe there is hope for me yet...........hehe *laughing stops, straightens herself and says in a compossed voice,* so hello everyone, where is the cushions hidden?

Written just now (and I think I'll add it to my thread as well) For all to enjoy... so enjoy

Wide Eyes Glistening
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Talking, Listening,
Wide eyes glistening,
Intense attention.
Interruption prevention;
The words spoken
About hearts past broken.
No time to mend,
The rules never bend.

Talking, Listening,
Wide eyes glistening,
Passionately deep.
Nobody lets out a peep;
The words said
About pain and dread.
Tend to extend,
And never the hand lend.

Well, that marvel was Intenseintent with a great poem, I like the rythm very much. Have a drink ?. Applause for the poet!.

Thanks...
Your opening poem touched something deep in my mind (oddly). I've read lots of good stuff but not with as much emotion as that (I think I felt it)

ohhhhhh the party is now starting to get interesting..........*clapps for intenseintent*

Starts humming a haunting tune............

*bows multiple times*
Thankyou Thankyou

Hehehe, i like this, ( offers a drink to Intense Intent ) . Bravoo. I think I'll read you another poem whilst we wait for another poet.

*accepts drink from arcole*
Thanks

most welcome, but no bowing, we are all equal here....we are all great.............

Well then I extend my apologies if I have offended anyone by my lack of modesty.

no apoligizing, we are who we are.........hehe saunters over to get a drink........raises it to the room in a toast....

"to arcole for being a genious, and to everyone who brings life to this room........to the PARTY!"

aye to that *raises glass* cheers

( with an excessively glad face starts to read )


Not an Image THE IMAGE
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Oh, how to explain
what an image is with words.
I'd have to invent them;

My gaze is in thy lines prison.
I know what sensations are,
but when one comes to me
I have to bow and calm down myself.
Ah, I don't know exactly what to say
but the ice is reflected in your beauty,
I'd want to be near that pale and pretty skin,
and touch it softly for a second,
more time could kill me.

Destroy all my fences with it,
break all my configurations,
don't let me breathe,
hurt me with that pleasure.
Hit me with that pile of perfect atoms,
deny the gate to me.
Tell me there are others,
receive all the words...
devastate me now that you can...

But never never forbide me to watch your face
whilst I am born again for it.


Thanks.
( drinks some more and waits for others to read )