Welcome to the 25th AFD Poetry Reading I have a number of things for folks but haven't been able to get them all so I'll be going nuts behind the lines AFD POETRY READING ANNOUNCEMENTS AND PROCEDURES * 1) All Poems are to be written by afders or imediate family/close friends. 2) If you have poems msg me the titles and author so we can keep things running smoothly and fairly - first reads will be given before repeats. 3) Greetings and general conversation should conducted either in #Kelekona - not in #AFD_Poetry. During the readings #AFD_Poetry will be set +mi and only the ops and reader will be able to talk - at the same time #Kelekona will be open for general conversation the breaks after rounds 1 and 2. will be held in #Kelekona only and the stage (#AFD_Poetry) should be quiet . 4) We will be running the reading in semi-moderated form from now on when a poet comes up moderation will go on - you willbe given a voice to read when you are introduced moderation will be turned off after the poem is complete so be sure to include an END to them - thanks. 5) We use a "reader" (feel free to suggest some public greggil you dislike ) as a means of announcing when someone is about to read - when you see this happen please stop talking in channel. * (this week's reader is: (undecided anyon have a suggestion msg DH) 6) If you are late please /msg Heatherica before entering - we will let you know when #AFD_Poetry is off invite only status (poem being read is finished). 7) We generally run for about 2 hours with 10 poems in 2 rounds. the rounds are seperated by a short stretch and munch period (G). 8) I am logging #AFD_Poetry so anyone who wants a copy let me know by msging me. 9) I will also be putting out a post to the newsgroup about this weekly affair. It will include the poems from this week - so if you have something you don't want in the post but would like to read here let me know - I'll pull it first can we have Tipper Gore as todays reader? ;) *giggle* sure can hun our first poem is one of mine - titled Within These Doors unlike most times I'll have to type everything in line by line tonight Withing These Doors * Within these Doors - oteher rules apply all grounds for belief are in question here * Within these doors - beware for your life time has no bounds here Within these doors - have a care for your soul all paths cross here Within these doors - watchout for your sanity all is possible here Within these doors - beware your faith for I live here and hold nothing sacred but the right to question and to choose! end * Melanippus applauds even if he did come in late, very good *clap clap* I still love that one, DH :) thanks all :> its nice to get things back to rolling *applause* * Shadow-Dancer applauds..contemplating... * Rojareyn bows greetings * OnyxDragon contemplates the deep meaning of the typos. *grin* our next poet is Jenn2 who will be followe by Shadow dancer - I'll let them each introduce their own poems * Dragonheart calls Jenn up to the stage and hands her Tipper Winter winds leave me now Before thee I wish not to bow Like warm summers long gon past Be gone foul chilling blast *end* gon=gone Wonderful, Jenn *applause* * Melanippus applauds * Quelonzia hugs Jenn2. That was great! :) * Lue_Ebra applauds Thanks...it's not much Even the smallest of poems can have the deepest of meanings... *nod* well, it's meaning was that I was cold, and I wanted the wind to stop ;) It can be taken further than that, Jenn. Anyway, how about the next one. true, but, whatever ;) very nice hun * Quelonzia grins at Jenn2 ;) * Shadow-Dancer applauds Well spoken! * Quelonzia coils around, gettin comfortable :) I was serious, ya know... it is good to contemplate a poem slowly ;) Anyway, I'm sure he'll come back later. Meanwhile, shall we go on? ok then next up is Quelonzia with a poem of hers * Dragonheart calls Quel up and hands her Tipper is it okay to just /play it, DH? I hate havin to retype when it's already typed ;) oOoOo! Here he is! :) thats fine hun your up so read Quel he'll read after Upon the mantle... upon the mantle it stood small, black and white, a vision of another time when I believed in might, and fought the battle with my arms held tight, but now, a mirror stands upon the mantle staring, and I look at the image and find myself smiling, laughing at what never was and see you there, shining, if I had tried to listen oh, those many years ago, what would be inside, here and for me to know, so I look at the picture I thought would grow, into a family, a heart and finally a soul, when all along it was there sitting on my mantle inside a mirror of my own eyes Š1996 Quelonzia/Terry Schorer *end* It's rough, I know... * Firesong_ applauds * Melanippus applauds very good Quelonzia Fantastic... Very good *applause* wonderful hun - may I give a copy of that to someone I know? * Quelonzia smiles... of course, DH... you know my poetry is free ;) you may give it out as you please :) still its nice to ask first * Quelonzia thanks all for their responses * Talon_Stormeyes bows to Quelonzia ok our next poet is our old friend Shadow_Dancer who will intro his poem Intro??? I have enough trouble with titles! * Dragonheart calls Shadow_Dancer up and suggests that he give us the title (if possible) and then the poem =) But if you insist, I got very angry and depressed, and decided to put it on paper, rather than taking it out on the folks around me... Shadow whats your poem about * Shadow-Dancer points to his last comment, then grabes the 'Tipper', and begins to read... Vicious Circle . I drink deep from Life's chalice, But no sweet vintage I find. The draught is black and bitter, Pressed from hatred and malice, And deeds of grim and hateful kind. . The brew is mulled with sadness, And mixed with spite and with gall. It hardens and darkens my heart, And steals away my gladness, But now hear the worst of it all. . Bitter wine makes bitter heart Bitter heart grows bitter fruit. Bitter fruit makes bitter wine, Bitter wine then does its part To nourish the bitter root. . I harvest the fruits of my wrath And press them with seething thought. The wine press yields forth poison. Anger's putrid aftermath Is now my spirit's favored draught. . Anger makes my spirit vile, Dark and vengeful thoughts I think. I am alone and thirsting. Resigned, I fill the cup with bile, And deeply of the darkness drink. . ---end--- Very good... * Shadow-Dancer fades into the darkest corner of the room...... Shadow, that was beautiful very nice * Melanippus applauds Greetings! * Talon_Stormeyes sighs * Quelonzia huggles Solitaire :) very well described and very feeling S_D * Shadow-Dancer bows..thanks all Nooo I'm not going to go through all that *hides behind QUelonzia* * Solitaire applaudes anyway cause he saw it last week. very nice oops, sowwy, we're not supposed to discuss in here, huh? Next - Dragonheart doing one of HTR's. you can discuss here hun ok Havoc couldn't be here this week or next but he sent me some poems for those of you who were with us in the previous run of readingss he did mostly sonnets - but these are a new sequence and so far no real sonnets this one is titled Truth Truth * If I should still dare call you friend Would you turn away from me? Caught by my betraying lies Or witching errors in your eyes I share my soul for you to see I told you what I though was true But was my vision really me? * And its all bloodstained edges, barbs. With tiney changes in the light It shifts and flickers like a ghost It leaves no place to stand. end !!!BRAVO!!! Execellent!!! I'm sure he will be interested in your comments when he reads the logs chose your destony * Melanippus claps loudly Really good DH Wonderful... Havoc really has a good style... not mine - send the praise to Havoc he earned it Havoc.. I knew there was something else to him Talon_Storm hmm Havoc's a poet... run! That's a quote. huh? Anyway, I think Melanippus now has a poem for us, then we'll take a stretch+munch break. this poem is my brother Matts who couldnt be here tonight softly, gently in the night I spied a tiny shiny light it glowed so warm and bright drawing me closer, closer for every step nearer it flickered farther and farther never to touch just out reach * * softly, gently in the night I heard a sound a lullaby wafting through the air floating within my hearing just barely heard there but not. * * softly, gently in the night a thought, a hope, perhaps a dream I watched as it died never to grow never to see the light or hear the lullaby gone, vanished without a single tear * * The End Very nice! * Shadow-Dancer applauds breath taking OK - Everyone can go dig out their own poetry (you do have some, don't you) while we all take a 5 minute break. (or longer, if you like) That was beautiful! Tell your brother Matt, he has a way with words thanks I will tell him for you :) Hmmm you see how fast Shadow can type... like a freekin speed demon * Dragonheart hands out his patented drinking flagons, goblets and tumblers to any and all that want them - enjoy folks DH: Please tell Havoc that his was powerful... and very True :) * Dragonheart hands out his patented drinking flagons, goblets and tumblers to any and all that want them - enjoy folks * Quelonzia sips from the dragon flagon and grins her thanks to Dragonheart ;) * Shadow-Dancer waits for Dh and Sol to crack up, as they KNOW how I type.. * Solitaire wishes he had one, but still is dry after writing his first three. * Quelonzia offers Sol one of DH's flagons * Lue_Ebra stretches *munch* *much* * Dragonheart passes around a huge platter of meats, cheeses, fruits, veggies, breads, crackers, chips, dips, and spreads * Talon_Stormeyes plays the bongos does anyone else have any poems they want to read? well after all the hassles I'm back * Solitaire grins and Quel and drinks deep, hoping for inspiration. Is everyone sort of ready? * Lue_Ebra awaits the next poem * Solitaire sits back to relax and listen attentivly * Quelonzia coils around her dragonflagon DH: Are you ready? yep /me blinks the lights so everyone can grab some munchies and their drinks and return to their seats ok our first poem this round is another of Havoc's this one is titled Sky Dancer * Sky Dancer Boundless sky and tireless wing Laughing high, embrace the cloud Dance free with eternity And never worry that below Where you can't see, a watcher stands And in his eye a tear He would not have you crawl with him He would not put tears in your eye Perhaps he loves so very much Because your worlds can never touch So dance the sky and be yourself He draws hope from what you are And thoiugh he's trudging through the mud His path is lighted by a star. Havoc_TR end Congratulations to Havoc... That was beautiful Oh, my... Tis a lovely one... * Melanippus applauds * Shadow-Dancer applauds Havok's work! You wouldn't have though Havoc could display such eloquence... =) * Lue_Ebra is speechless you haven't know our poet raptor long have you onyx? Then you haven't heard his work before, right? ;P Every thing he writes with the same eloquence ;) No, not really... I've only met Havoc in passing on #afd. * Shadow-Dancer AMEN's the Rev. Quelonzia's pronouncement well he is one of our most prolific and finer poets He sure is. ok next up is Shadow_Dancer Well then I look forward to the rest of his work... * Quelonzia giggles and phbbbts at SD (while agreeing ;) he will be doing one of his older poems and as ussual its an untitled one :> * Shadow-Dancer takes the 'Tipper'....and apo;ogizes for the lack of title.... * Dragonheart calls S_D up to read his poem Armoured am I, by scales thick and strong, Proof against arrow, or lance, or sword. Yet smitten am I, I now realize, Struck to the heart by thy soft-glowing eyes. . I glide on wings, a full bow-shot long, High against heaven's cloud-vaulted span. Yet downcast am I, and all joy denied, For I soar alone, without Thee beside. . I have much of bard-craft, lore and chord, That I have learned as the ages passed. Yet silent, foolish, and songless would be, If such were the price of cleaving to thee. . Much wealth have I, within my lair lies King's ransom and more, in shining gold. Yet indigent I, and thus would remain, My gold gladly give up, Thee to obtain. . Blessed am I, seen through others' eyes, Perhaps indeed I should be content. Yet longing am I, for One I desire, In Thee, alone, is all I require. --end-- * Shadow-Dancer wishes his MTB was here to hear it... * Solitaire applaudes heartily. "Good as always, SD!" now where is that file! I know its here somewhere BRAVO! :) I love a good love poem! Wonderful... An exceptional portayal of love... Might I venture a title? Sure "Powerless before Love" hmmm Feel free to work on it. Dh: What file??? the one for remoing the serial numbers of course

Oh... What serial numbers? * Quelonzia giggles Loiosh? Hmm? up next is Quelonzia with a poem called Winter's Dance Did you like the poem? Ohhh * Loiosh huggly-bubbles Quel =) * Quelonzia grins and mushy-wuggles Loi back ;) * Dragonheart calls Quelonzia up to the stage Winter's Dance She raised her head, from 'neath her wing... and sniffed the wind, tasting the air... a tang upon her forked tongue, dancing. Then twirling eyes, drawn by the leaves... followed their swirling revery aloft... reflecting bright prisms of light, shining. A tail uncoiled, brushing the grass... releasing its earthen smell. She stretched, languid and fluid... brilliant colors reflecting in a glow... ears attuned to the song of winter. At last, with a fluting call to the sky... she lept, wings unfurled to the wind... and soared to fly with the hanging clouds. The first snowflakes, delicate with lace... fell upon her upturned snout, melting... as her carnivore grin widened in delight. And she danced with the first snowfall... bowing to the Winter God's frosty breath... shivering with joy, twirling with happiness. Š Terry Schorer/Quelonzia *end* !!BRAVO!! * Melanippus applauds wow great poem Wonderful! WOW. wonderful Quel! I like it, Quewwy =) Magnificent! * OnyxDragon wants a copy of the log of this... BRAVISSIMO! Lue: :) will do gosh... thanks all! ok I'm going to reverse the order for the next two poems ok I'll read one of my friend Kaos's poems and then Mel will read one of Matt's this poem is entitled Angels ANGELS Not the angels like you know, these are my angels A spiritual kind It's from the heart Not the soft looking kind in some painting Angels are much more than just a vision They watch over me and you, always They guide our spirits, protact us They take us where we want to be sometimes Prayers do have wings you know Believe in them, cause they believe in us As I believe in you, always will, I know it . Angels, they're with us now We only need listen for them Beethoven, Lennon, Cobain, all the others I talk to them sometimes you know About you... about me... about everything They smiled and told me it was okay . They watch over you for me Did you know that? Yeah, they do... I ask the to each night before I go to sleep To make sure you're safe and warm for the night