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Open Question: What are some poetry devices are used and what is the analysis? especially for the second stanza?

Stay near me---do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find I thee, Historian of my infancy ! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart, My father's family! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring I followed on from brake to bush; But she, God love her, feared to brush The dust from off its wings. Sponsor more

Open Question: Ramadan, on the birthday of Lady Fatima (as)?

Salaamun 'Alaykum, Birth Anniversary of Bibi Fatema (A.S.), daughter of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.) - 20 Jamaada Al Thani/June 14, 2009 There have been many women who have made an everlasting mark on the history of civilization and humankind. They have been great in various aspects. Yet one woman contributed more than perhaps any other woman, while she was not more then a young girl. She had all the great and virtuous attributes of the women of respect and honor and more. Her prayers and supplications were no less than the most inspiring words of poetry to the God she adored. Her eloquence of speech, her bravery and strength, her loving tenderness towards her noble father, husband and children are what philosophers still write and speak of in terms of a cure for the ills of today's society. She was filled with spiritual devotion, as is becoming of any true saint. Her actions were her belief, without fault or mistake. She rose above the frail diversions of this life and was truly the best example for all women throughout all time. In the shade of her father the Holy Prophet Muhammad (s), and in the lap of her chaste and noble mother, Khadija bint Khuwailid, Fatimah Al-Zahra was born in the holy city of Mecca on Friday 20th Jamadi Thani. She had the spirit of the Holy Prophet, his characteristics and morals. Indeed, she was the complete inheritor of her father. The distinguished relationship between the Holy Prophet (s) and his dear daughter attracted the attentions of those who lived nearby. They talked about the resemblance between the father and the daughter. The Holy Prophet, who spoke only that which had been revealed to him, addressed Fatimah (`a) in these words: Oh Fatimah! Allah, the Mighty, the Exalted, is angered at the one who makes you angry and is satisfied with the one who pleases you. On this auspicious and divine occasion we extend our Heartiest and Happy Greetings. Source: a maliling list email@Hydit It's the Iranian coat of arms, not a sikh symbol o.O more

Open Question: What should I do as my Y!A username?

My name's Julia, if that helps... A little bit about me that might help you: I love: Reading, Writing, Poetry, Hiking, And Swimming. Thank you! No rude/mean answers please.Actually, I just changed it. Thanks though! more

Open Question: [GIRLS ONLY] BIG LOVE PROBLEM! HELP!?

Ok this way sound pathetic, an 11 year old in love, right? But i am. the first time i saw her at my church i couldn't take my eyes off her. She was beautiful. The problem is im 11 to young to date. The other is shes older than me and her mind i don't even think i exists..I have been writing her poems and sending friends to give them to her. But i dont know if she likes poetry. I dont know what to do..should i give her a present?tell her i like/love her? And im just to scared pease help in any way possible =] more

Open Question: Can I have your opinion on my poetry?

I like to write about things that inspire me... The sand is emotions, Lifted, from the soul of the ocean The depths, meant to stay under the waves, Concealed by the surface, The emotions brought up from below, Rush to meet the shore, And make a beach, so vast, As our lives unfold. When it is safe to tell the world, Just how we feel. Is it love, fear or just a desire, The ocean is our very soul. The very soul of the inner most element, That makes up our being. It is the sand that we number, Our feelings by, Ever-changing emotions leading life, Down a seasoned path, To the waves, where we join our true selves; And none other. --- Love, so pure and rich A wave beating the sand Washing away the pain and saddness Love, so passionate and real A fire, lit to warm The sparks of life burning yet so hot It is this love that lifts us up, That euphoria That grace and tranquility that makes us feel whole Complete. Love, so simple The sky, ever blue and vast A reassuring symbol, Of that passion and emotion That carries us through life. That word called love. It cannot be understood; not rationalized; not written; not explained. Only felt, only given, only taken. Sometimes mistaken; Never forgotten -- The ocean waves we remember, of the pristine childhood days long gone, like a tide lost to sea. Never forget the rush of excitement, and the chilled current that never stops, the ocean waves have their home in our childish hearts, where we leave the hurried world today- behind, and run toward the waves. We join Tranquility, that we forgot to summon, except through the ocean spray. -- Thanks! Any response is appreciated! more

Open Question: metaphysical poetry help needed!!?

i have to compose a metaphysical poem.. and i'm having mental blankss.. i want to have it revolve around love but i can't think of any good conceits.. please help!! and give me some starting lines.. thanks (: all help appreciated more

Open Question: Wilfred Owen war poetry?

Can anyone please tell me the themes and methods and techniques of Owen's poem 'Mental Cases'? Please help... essay due in tomorrow! This is the poem if you've never read it before... Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked? Stroke on stroke of pain, -- but what slow panic, Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets? Ever from their hair and through their hand palms Misery swelters. Surely we have perished Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish? - These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in their hair of murders, Multitudinous murders they once witnessed. Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter. Always they must see these things and hear them, Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles, Carnage incomparable and human squander Rucked too thick for these men's extrication. Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented Back into their brains, because on their sense Sunlight seems a bloodsmear; night comes blood-black; Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh - Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous, Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses. - Thus their hands are plucking at each other; Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging; Snatching after us who smote them, brother, Pawing us who dealt them war and madness. more

Open Question: VICTORIAN ERA POETRY ABOUT HONESTY? OR OVERCOMING CLASS DIFFERENCES?

I really need some poems about love, social class differences and honesty asap! It is for an english assignment and I need one on each of these things. If you could help you would be my hero for the rest of my life!! :) more

Open Question: What should I be when I grow up(opinions)?

I have no idea, I mean I have lots of time, but I'm not sure what would make me happy for the rest of my life. Here are some things I like to do- I love basketball, play gold, softball, and soccer, I have straight A's in all subjects, I have no musical talent...I'm sort of good at drawing, but I don't enjoy it that much, I wish I was good at poetry, but I'm not, um, my sister thinks I'm good at writing....Need more details just ask and I'll post some.That's just it. I don't *know* what I want...I just don't know what I want.I like to watch those law and order shows and stuff, I'm intrigued by mysteries.... more

Open Question: Americans On Australian Music?

How do Americans view Australian music . I am a words person. I notice there is a massive difference lyrically between American and Australian music for example lady gaga writes about riding a disco stick while Bernard Fanning from powderfinger (Famous Aus Band) writes songs that are like poetry eg. I’m wading in deeper, ever deeper as I go I drown the whole idea as I drift away from you Its only an imaginary vigil that we keep You salvage what you need, I’ll take the love you leave And as the memory gathers dust, buried in its crust Are the remains of what we’ve done and the seed to what we’ve just begun The tapping of the rain, beats a corrugated drum And the city glows well it pulses on to the city hum There are so many others like Missy Higgins, Xavier Rudd and John Butler. Why do people overlook what is actually meaningful in the song rather than a catchy tune. it doesn't mean anything and is just pointless and shallow? i say this because all the shallow music on the radio is American whereas the majority of stuff I like is Australian. is it because most Australians see through commercialism and aren't as celebrity obsessed ? more

Open Question: I need a Portfolio title!!!!?

I am finishing my English Portfolio and I need a Title for it! In it, I talk about my love for poetry and music. I also share some of my dreams for the future. Any Creative ideas? Even if you don't think its a totally creative idea, it might be better than what I have or I could build on it. more

Open Question: My son was expelled for submitting this. Can I sue?

How slow is the animal? Clive Owen's face is a sewer for the refuse of my splintered love Pierced by the penis of rejection How slow is the animal? And oozing its sinuous innards in an endless rush of hatred Clive Owen's face is covered with black tar and I am eating it His pale flesh appears through the tar How slow is the animal? Which melts away and drips into a pool of anxiety Its amorphous presence assails my bodily orifices How slow is the animal? As I scream it winds its way into my mouth, my jaw locked Clive Owen bellows a hearty laugh and all fades to black My 15 year old son was expelled from his high school for submitting the above poem to his English teacher. His homework task was to write a piece of self-expressive poetry. I'm wondering what legal action I can take, if any.Drixnot: It's not plagiarism. He's the owner of that other account. more

Open Question: "In The Park" -Gwen Harwood?

I have a poetry essay coming up on the below poem and have a general grasp on what the poet is trying to express. But I want to see other interpretations on this poem's "subject matter", "Mood", "emotion", etc as well. It would be very helpful. Thank-you in advance. In the Park She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date. Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt. A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt Someone she loved once passed by – too late to feign indifference to that casual nod. “How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.” From his neat head unquestionably rises a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…” They stand a while in flickering light, rehearsing the children’s names and birthdays. “It’s so sweet to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive,” she says to his departing smile. Then, nursing the youngest child, sits staring at her feet. To the wind she says, “They have eaten me alive.”I've read the other poem as well but; i can only choose one of them as the poem to use for my essay. If the topic is on gender; which poem would you think has more flesh? more

Resolved Question: poem...english grammar help?

I admit that I`m not good or maybe bad @ english.We don`t study english here in Japan:( but i love poetry so much and sometimes I write about my feelings. Can you help me correct grammars etc. Dancing with you Oh my love, am I only dreaming? If I am , this dream is amazing! Me and you dancing in the middle of the dance floor. If this is a dream i don`t want to wake up anymore your looking at my eyes as we dance. the air is full of our sweet romance your eyes shine like pretty lights or the beautiful stars that twinkle at night the gentle touch of your hand makes me feel ,i`m in wonderland your lovely smile touches my heart It fills my heart`s missing part the music is playing as the lights glow you hold my hand like you won`t let me go every step we take i feel the beat this moment of ours is oh so sweet! dancing with you is like heaven i`ve been dreaming for this since i was eleven your lips so soft are about to touch mine the feeling of it i can`t define Suddenly i woke and you were gone i look at the window and i saw the sun realizing that everything was a dream it wasn`t true I`ll be facing an another day again without youi will be very happy if you could help me. i`m looking forward on your answers. thank you for your kindness. more

Open Question: Do you like my poetry? is the message that i am trying to deliver clear?

Is it best not to worry, about what our sight must dismiss? Are there questions in this life, where it is best that we resist? Is it right to make assumptions, about what proof cannot enlist? Love cannot be detected; does that ensure it can’t exist? Should I leave my questions, as a bottomless abyss? Should I keep asking, when I know answers can’t persist? Is it significant not to fret, about what is left amiss? Is the correct conclusion, “ignorance is bliss”? more

Open Question: My parent is money addicted ,what should I do.?

Okay my mom has started dating a new man, and I like him pretty well! But he has a money addiction, and my mom is starting to act like him! I said I was thinking about writing a poetry book, but not for the money and she says "money is the most important thing in life, and your book will make millions"! So then I'm like "mom I don't want to sell my book, I just want to express my self since nobody can understand me", then it's over...she starts yelling and acting like a little spoiled kid for the rest of the day! She is driving me insane (really she is killing me with all this talk) because I tell her I have a headache and can you stop talking to me for a while, so she gets all mad and starts yelling about money! "you'll never get rich if you act poor" and other s**t like that!!! Today we were walking up the stairs in my house and she said "the burger is yours and the fries are yours" (we had just went to wendys, so she was just saying which food was mines), so I say "mom I want to split the fries with you" so she says "I'm tired of you talking back to me, your making me not give a damn", so I'm just staring off like WTF did I do, so she says "There ain't enough money on this world to be wasting food"! I didn't feel like saying anything back to her because I had alredy told her I didn't want anything to eat, so now she's out in the living room yelling abot nothing! And she is saying "I'm going to pray for you because the devil is in you"!!! Maybe I'm just crazy, because I'm depressed and she doesn't understand that I don't really care about money! now at 10:41 she is saying "we are going to be millionaires"! She thinks I love money, and that's why I'm sad! (depressed)...what should I do???but the crazy part about this money addiction is that we already have a good amount of money! more

Resolved Question: I have a notebook...what should i do in it?

I have a notebook...what should i do in it? So..... I have a blank five star notebook right in front of me... what should it be filled with? I Absolutely love to write! Idk y it's just a hobby & i <333 it! I'd like it to be filled with stuff I can share with my family & friends so nothing like a diary. I like poetry, writing songs and stuff but i would like an idea that is a little more creative so please help!!! Thanks :))) more

Open Question: i know i am not a very good poet but.....?

First of all i should state that i do love to read poetry and decided to try and Create a few poems myself.i do know that i am not the best poet but i am hoping at least a few people could hand out some constructive criticism. i am now 14 years old in love with descriptive writing.i would love to write in a way where the meaning of the poem is very dark and deep. im not quite sure how to explain it. any ways here are one of my "poems" so to speak. and today i wonder why i question my own thoughts of love and acceptance. i am in dire need of a rescue a guardian angel be sent from above no matter what true colors shine brighter that the stars in the silent night sky. black for hatred red for violence white for heartlessness yet better still to be locked away in a chamber with a healing broken heart more

Resolved Question: I need help cause I love this girl!?

I am 14 and I know what you're going to say "you're too young to understand love." Well I don't know how this isn't love. There isn't a single thing that I wouldn't do for this girl. If you told me I could marry her right now, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I just can't imagine a day going by where I don't have her in my life. But anyway, here's the story. She went to visit in (said state). She was telling me how she gets to see her cousin's cousin who she "is like in love with", but I don't know if she actually loves him or is just really attracted to him. Also, I asked her if she is moving there when she gets older and she said she was thinking about it. I am heartbroken right now. We aren't even going out. I think she knows I like her though. I just don't know what to do. Should I let her go and try to deal with my depression? Do I tell her how I feel and see how she reacts? Do I tell her when we get a little older? Like I said, I love her. I'm not going to get over her. You don't get over a girl like her. We've got everything in common and she never ceases to amaze me. I write poetry about her all the time and can't say enough. Words can't describe how I feel towards her. I love her so much and think so much of her that I don't feel like I even deserve to talk to her.Umm thanks for the offer Kayley, but I can't even think about another girl right now. I may never be able to think about another girl. So, sorry. more

Open Question: Poll: If you're a poetry lover could you please comment my new poem please?

Forgotten me June 8 Mon 2009 What good is my life Worth living When you are so Far away from my reach If only you know How I felt for you But what good Will that do You met someone New And forgotten of me To you I’m another Face in the crowd You keep on passing Me by Everybody says for me To move on But can’t you see I cannot I’m in love with you And you will Never know Ever since we Went our separate ways We’ve become complete Strangers My heart is calling Out your name That you are the one That I want to Spend the rest of my Life with But I know It will never be true But I will not Lose hope Even though You are breaking My heart in two Goodbye my love Please don’t Forget of me. more

Open Question: Anyone know a website that has down to earth poetry and some poems that are more down to earth and about life?

I would love some poems that are down to earth. I would want some that you wrote or your friend or one that you no. I want poems like for exp. Oh love I hate to see you go but I know, that me and you were never meant to be I was never meant to feel, your skin or see your beauty I was never meant to experience the fire that burns within dangerous, your love was the contribution to my sin. or What It means to be lovely.. Not,the lookof my apperance Nor,the swayof my hair But the ladie that lies inside to be lovely dosen't mean having all the attention for all men more

Open Question: Brasco, Bombattak Crew, Love and Hate?

Has anyone heard of Brasco form Bombattak Crew? I haven't really either... But I think there is someone on a website who maybe trying to pass off lyrics from this Brasco guys song...as his own poetry. It would be great if I could find out the lyrics to the song... Its called Love and Hate, by Brasco (Bombattak Crew). I suspect it maybe not be english so I may need a translation If I am ever going to figure this out. more

Resolved Question: Do the names seem to suit the characters?

Kimball - A gothic waitress in a coffee shop, very hyper and loves photography. With Roberto. Chino - Brother of Kimball, very in depth with music, battling with his drug addiciton, He goes through periods where he can be clean for a few months then goes back to drugs for a week or so. With Eileen. Roberto - Dating Kimball, the peace maker in his group of friends, likes one on one time with his family members or friends. Somewhat conservative. Eileen - dating Chino, funny and happy and loving. Is in chior and will do anything to help her loved ones when they have a problem. (Especially helping Chino with his drug addiction.) Raimundo - Baskeball player. Older brother of both Eileen and Roberto. Latin-Italian-German-English, A little more on the tough side but is very caring. Raven and Kylie - Husband and wife with three little kinds. Kylie met Raven in collage. Raven's brother is Shelley and his sister is Constance. He is the oldest silbling. Kylie is three years younger than Raven. Constance - A blonde perky-goth thirteen year old who shares her families passion for the arts. Irish. Thirteen and dating Raimundo. A high school student despite her age. Often mistaken for a ten year old Rather then a teenager. Painter and singer. Is secretly battling depression and has a cutting problem as a result of her depression. Is later showered in support and ecouegment to get better when they all find out about her problem. Is the one who really gets Jayla back into line. Shelley - A fifteen year old Irish boy. Gothic, musician, painter, writer, and highly artistic and has strong moral values. Hates the pain of adolesence and going through puberty late. One of the tallest people in this group of friends. Deeply in love with his girlfriend James. Basketball player. James (also called Jamie, she is a girl after all.) - Named after her father and grandfather. Dark and sweet. She's a writer with a bit of a temper. Red head (explains the temper.) Fourteen. Loves art, poetry, and vaudevile. I love with Shelley. Couldn't live without coffee. From a family of eleven, soon to be twelve, kids. Cousin of Raimundo, Roberto, and Eileen. Gwen(dolyn) - James younger sister. If you put them in the same outfit you wouldn't be able to tell which sister is which. A lot more plain then the rest of her family but just as strange. James and Gwen both got into one of the best academys in the area on a scolarship. Gwen is a book worm and a huge tennis fan. Jayla - The rotten one of the family (Gwen's family. Older sister of Gwen and James) Acts out, hits her brothers and sisters, is having sex as a way to 'get back at her parents', Flirts with Shelley (who finds her overbaring) as a way of trying to make James jealous, all of the families extra energy goes to keeping strains on Jayla but this is defercult with so many little ones in the family. Does drugs with Chino and is one of the reasons why Chino keeps coming back to drugs. Kevin - a bit obnoxious but still a part that makes the group fun. In a relationship with Gwyneth. Costantly making jokes. Basketball player. The only one other than Roberto or Eileen that is more in the in crowd at school. Gwyneth - Another waitress at the cafe with Kimball. Closets with Kimball and Eileen. Girlfriend of Kevin. Often has a hard time figuring out what to so with her time so you will often find her in the most random places and always with a different friend. Makes a special home-made scone that has brought more buisness to the cafe. Granda - Eighteen. She's a slow and has speech problem. Would rather stay inside than outside. In love with Sophie. Sophie - Ninteen. Girlfriend of Granda. Respects even Granda wildest wishes and is a happy person most of the time. First met Shelley at a friends birthday party and was soon introduced to the group. I'd add more of the charcters but I think that I've already put a little to much in. These are just the main ones. (Sorry for the long drawn out whole thing.) more

Resolved Question: Hopeless or romantic...?

My friends call me a hopeless romantic. Some call me hopeless, some call me a romantic person, and some call me a hopeless romantic because of a poem I wrote: I can't die in an Airplane, Because I'm scared of heights. I can't die in a cruise ship Because I'm scared of boats. I can't die from lethal injection Because I'm scared of needles. I can only die in Your arms Because I'm scared To be anywhere else. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO I write a lot of love poetry and that type of stuff, but I haven't even had a boyfriend. I also write a lot of fiction that usually involves romance or something. Does that make me a hopeless romantic, hopeless, or a romantic person?i hate twilight I am not a twilight fan in any way shape or form more

Open Question: (women only) Hey ladies do you think i am a decent looking guy?

A picture is attached, oh and as for the girls that need a shirtless picture to decide, listen up, i am not a super ripped dude, i love the sport rowing and practice everyday with my team, like i said i am not ripped like crazy but i've got the muscles. okay first judge just by this picture, so first judge by looks with 1-10 and some words. and secondly judge with personality and looks. well personality: i am a fun and funny guy, i do one sport, rowing like u see in the olympics, i love music i play cello guitar and piano. i like some what intelligent women but i'm no where near shallow, i am not some loner i have a large group of freinds, i like good times and good drinks, i am very good at poety, i like consider myself an intellegnt guy i like philosphy, literature, poetry and physics. now make a 1 - 10 judge ment with a comment, about my looks and personality together. thanks ladies, i appreciate u taking the time to look at the pic if u can and if not i still apreciate any feed back u give. and thanks girls your all the best :) http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1201707323&ref=nameokay okay, so thank you to all the ladies so far for giving honest answers and just being great!!! :) ............. oh and the few guys who have given some actually honest answers....... but the others guys, well first of all come on, there is a reason i said women only, and second of all, just becuase your had a bad day, dont like me for some strange reason, or just like to be mean becuase they put an evil maker in you after birth throu ur vagina (lol), please to those ignorant men just go away, oh and next time your panties get inna bunch just go home and punch your girlfreind, i'm sure that will blow off some steam and its a woman right who cares?? (i am not being serious on that one, if u didnt catch it, i was just satiring those the douche bag guys) okay lets grow up. moving onBETTER LINK CLICK HERE!! http://s719.photobucket.com/albums/ww191/mfetch22/?action=view&current=1244790373.jpg more

Resolved Question: GIRLS which of these two guys would you rather date and why?

Guy 1 Age: 22 , Height: 5'9" , Body Type: muscular and toned Complexion: Tan, Hobbies: yoga, meditation, cardio and weight training, martial arts, video games and the odd skydiving. Occupation: College student studying engineering Notes: * has posed nude for an art class * writes his own poetry * learning to speak french * has gone skinny dipping in ice cold water and thinks it was worth the experience! * afraid of scorpions, snakes and clowns Guy 2 Age: 23, Height: 6'0", Body Type: Toned and athletic but not as muscular as guy1 Complexion: same as the other dude. Hobbies: Martial arts (higher ranked then guy1), rollerblading, basketball, swimming. Occupation: College student studying nursing/radiography Notes: *similar in appearance to guy1 * loves poking fun at guy1 because he does yoga and poetry believes he should do more manly things...lol *speaks french fluently * loves to paint/draw (but not when guy1 is posing..hell no!!) As you may have figured I am one of these guys and my buddy beside me is the other....lol...got time to kill! more

Open Question: Which poem is preferred?

Please feel free to review my poetry and make criticisms as i have to hand it in for an assignment. 1. When I glance upon the face, fairer than any flower. I find myself entranced, It is a feeling like no other. I lose myself in the eyes, dappled like honeycombs. The eyelashes billowing, like distant waves crashing on the shore. Somewhere in his smile, he seems to know it all. In the lips that sleep, like setting half moons. An artistic soul is fulfilled when glancing upon the face, fairer than any flower. 2. .....and the lonely wolf cried to a waning moon as his heart filled with splinters like icy dew on a windowsill. A mixture of fire and lust flowed in his veins, undiluted by the caressing wind on the back of his neck. Anguish and grief rose out of his lungs and filled the night air with sweet despair. In the distance, she heard his ballad as it flowed with the North Winds among the trees and stars. With her breath stuck in her throat and speech momentarily impaired, she opened her eyes and sniffed the air, soul feeding upon the pungent scent. “Alas, my love has come for me,” was the solitary echo heard as the night bled for them. more

Open Question: Any changes that i could make?

Okay i love to write poetry and people say they're really good, but i was wondering if there were any changes i could make to the following to make it better. Any help would be appreciated. ____________________________ Two Chairs Two chairs Set by each other. A boy in one, A girl in the other. She looks at him, And he looks back. They share a quick smile, As he holds out his hand. She grasps onto it. He looks back at the TV. And she looks at him, Longing, Longing to be close To his perfect angelic face. But her parents won’t allow it. So they sit, In two chairs. And though they’re right next to each other… They’re a million miles apart. _________________________ Thanks much!! more

Open Question: Poems from Into the Wild?

Whats the poetry book that Chris gives to his sister. And also, what are the other poetry books he reads throughout the movie that he loves? Also a bonus thing - what are other books / poems that is like the book "into the wild" more

Resolved Question: My top 10. What's your reasons?

Top 10 reasons I worship Panic at the Disco: 10. Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Jon Walker & Spencer Smith. These are the hottest people on earth. They are gods. 9. They are different- not like most bands today. Their music is different and that's a plus. 8. They have great fashion sense. 7. They are kind people and not arrogant (but they do have a reason to be :] Because they are the best band on earth.) 6. They have the BEST lyrics, by Ryan Ross. His lyrics are poetry, they have emotion and depth, and a lot of popular music lacks that today. 5. They progress musically, they grew up. They completely changed their style and showed the work that they are capable of complex music. 4. They use their good and bad experiences to write songs. 3. They aren't posers like a lot of popular bands. They don't give into the press, they do what they want with their music, and it's always amazing. 2. They are incredibly talented in their music. They don't need digital remixing and voice editing- they are naturally amazing. They are amazing singers and inteumentalists. 1. They are a perfect band. See equation below. Sexyness + talent + amazing songs + genius lyrics = Panic at the Disco = Perfection BEST BAND EVER! Why do YOU love Panic at the Disco?well i guess no one read the whole question i said THEY ARE TALENTED SO u dude who says u like bands for talent, READ MY LIST :P and if u dont like them DONT ANSWER. more

Open Question: Where is the Atlanta Black or Hispanic Networking?

I am 26 and going to be in Atlanta for the next 3 months. Do you know where I can go Network w/ our people? I love poetry, wine, politics.. more

Resolved Question: Can you offer any advice on how to successfully write a love poem?

I adore writing poetry, but I profess I've never tried to write a love poem. Partly because I've never had a reason to and partly because I prefer darker themes. So could you please share some advice about how to make it elegant and heartfelt but so it still stands out. I'd prefer to avoid clichés of any sort - is that possible? Thank you.Babba G - I'm not a man, but point taken ;) more

Open Question: What do you think of this love poem?

Tori's new poem inspired me to publicly contrast it with one of my own. This is not a contest - I'm not asking whose poem is better - just playing poetry. The Seducer Gawaine Caldwater Ross Why won’t you come and lay with me? I haven’t got the plague, My passion swirls in crimson eddies, My poetry’s from Prague. I know how much you like to slide Upon the stem of love I offer, The heave of passion’s rising tide Just wants to make us softer. I’m ready to drink at Heaven’s gate The heavy dew upon the flowers, I can wait to penetrate The realm of summer showers. So come with me, and find some pearls Inside the Garden of Eden, We’ll make our minds and bodies whirl From morn to misty evenin’.The pearls are a multivalent symbol, one of the meanings of which is love. And I talk about the garden of Eden, which is about as romantic a place as I can think of, and is not thrown in as a cheap image or analogy. Some of you seem to think love has nothing to do with lust. Err, sorry. But I will throw in a poem about love too just to prove I have it in me. But there is no pleasing some people, so I expect some people to hate that too.Allow me to say a few things. Erotica has entered modern poetry in a big way. Erica Jong, a very famous poet, is quite explicity sexual, as is Sharon Olds, Allen Ginsberg, and even Maya Angelou, if you read between the lines. Secondly, the poem is romantic. I was in love with this woman and she was turning away from me. Thirdly, the flowery image suggests romance, growing things, life, beauty, and so on. To call a woman's yoni Heaven's Gate comes right out of that mystical tradition known as Tantra. "The heave of passion's rising tide just wants to make us softer" refers to the afterglow, when all is right and you feel safe and secure in your lover's arms. Therefore I say the critics who claim this is simply about lust are wrong. more

Resolved Question: RATE THIS: How is this POEM that I wrote for a girl who needed help writing one here on Y!A?

I write a lot and I wanted to help her out. Everything in the poem reflects her cirrcumstances, yet, it might sound more like a song because thats the only way I can write poetry. It MUST have a jingle of some sort while Im writing. Can you rate it on a scale 1-10. What can be changed? --------------------------------------... At home, in my own little world. The sad and bottomless truth has finally been unfurled. People say I look so happy, love upon my face. Unfortunately, for me… that’s just not the case. You couldn’t tell by my big brown eyes, how they shine. They shine because the tears I’ve shed over a lost love of mine. That love I had was all to perfect, seemed betrothed. But in that short-lived love, I was all alone. Who could hurt me so much in heartbeat... who? I'll tell you who... that someone was you... Chorus…. How could you choose her over me? My heart was crushed all too perfectly. Thought we were going steadily… How could you choose her over me? And if you only knew. You might just change your attitude. Or are you that heartless? No matter how much I beg, or text… Could you really just care less? I’m dying here you see… All I’m really asking… How could you choose her over me? --------------------------------------... You said I had sunshine hair, the color of gold No matter how many times you told me, that never got old. Thought you said these big brown eyes made you melt Though you said my smile was one in a million, so warm and heartfelt. What I never thought was all those words of admiration were lies. Couldn’t get over you or the hurt you caused me if I tried. You led me on, You were a beautiful con. What you did to me was more than wrong. Could have told me you didn’t love me from the start, and then it would not have been your fault. You’re the reason why my heart is bound up tight in a vault. I cant get over your face, or your harshness to me. My heart might be bound forever and you destroyed the key. I cant take it no more, this is all bitter, not sweet. Chorus…. How could you choose her over me? My heart was crushed all too perfectly. I loved you all too tenderly. How could you choose her over me? And if you only knew. You might just change your attitude. Or are you that heartless? No matter how much I beg, write or text… Could you really just care less? I’m dying here you see… Darling…. How could you choose her over me? Though you were sent from above. I guess that’s the price for young love. But it hasn’t all been in vain. I’ve grown much stronger through this bitter pain. How could you chose her over me? I guess it wont be long until she sees. Behind these eyes, there lies secrets you’ll never know. It just goes to show, I’m not entirely broke. No matter how much you hurt me, friends will always be. It doesn’t matter much now to me. I’ll find one worthy of my time. Someone I’ll have the right to call mine. So until then, I wish you well. Though you’ve made my life a living Hell. Wont spend my days in a loveless shell. How could you chose her over me? I guess it wont be long until she sees. For the girl with the brown eyes, she had wiped her tears, looked towards the sun. For the girl’s happy ending has just begun. END --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I used "TEXT" because the girl said that she wanted it somewhere in the poem. Believe me. I didn't like the word either. I was like WTH? : s It was originally "And if you only knew. You might just change your attitude. Or are you that heartless? Could you really just care less?" Anyways, I wrote it down in my lyrics journal so I wont forget. I just hope she doesn't "steal" it. more

Open Question: What techniques are in the poem? help!?

there are 5 poems.. i need to know at least one technique from each, so if you know any, could you give me some help? thanks! 1. Write as you will In whatever style you like Too much blood has run under the bridge To go on believing That only one road is right. In poetry everything is permitted. With only this condition of course: You have to improve on the blank page. 2. What are you doing little girl With those fresh cut flowers. What are you ding there young girl With those flowers dried flowers. What are you doing pretty woman With those fading flowers. What are you doing this old dame With those dying flowers. I await the victor. 3. The one-l lama, He’s a priest. The two-l llama, He’s a beast. And I will bet A silk pajama There isn’t any Three-l llama 4. Danger is never danger Till the blood running over the street Is the blood of your own hearts crying The love you were coming to meet. Death is not death till you Hear all planes pass in fearing: Not my own love they’ll strike! Not my own love they’re roaring! War is not war till you Find in the shattered stones Flesh of your own love’s flesh, Dust of your own love’s bones. 5. Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, Cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! She doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me A traveler came by Silently, invisibly- He took her with a sigh. more

Open Question: What are some words that rhyme with visited?

I'm doing a poetry assignment / writing this poem for a friend: Maybe it’s his shaggy hair Or his mysterious smile His eyes are vacant, pure and bare But he won’t care about anyone all the while He lives in his own little world Not caring if there’s a visit from me or you In his head everything is wonderful, everything is swirled His prospective is what makes him beautiful, you would agree too Though he wouldn’t care if I visited I would be grateful if I could All I have left is the memories that have bled From my pessimistic head I’ll always love those genuine eyes And that mischievous grin But his carelessness, will always be written upon his thighs His hands always coated thickly in sin Needless to say One awful day The world could burn down to the core, Everything singed, no matter how much money is spent But there he would stand, but his eyes – what they truly bore His carelessness, and his loneliness, forever pent ♥♥☺♥♥ Though he wouldn’t care if I visited I would be grateful if I could All I have left is the memories that have bled From my pessimistic head ^ That part is screwy. It doesnt follow the rhyme pattern so in order to fix it I need to find a rhyme for visited. Please help? :) Thankyou Loveys!♥♦♥Mr. I sit whatever didnt read your whole name I know the poem sucks, but you dont gotta be a total bastard about it o.o I'd like to see you write one o.< more

Open Question: Falling in love with an Angel's voice.?

I am in love with my best friend. When together her and I are filled with constant smiles and dreamlike moments. Every inch of her body I find to be a beautiful masterpiece that God perfected. Her voice is of an angel's. An angel that has been sent to love me for who I am no matter what my past may consist of. I grew up alone without a father and a mother who would let men abuse her. Witnessing this, I became different than the average kid. I grew without trust. Many years later, I found someone who I thought I could finally embrace and see as trustworthy. I could never have been so wrong! I later found out she was engaging in sexual acts with another man behind my back. Once again, I had no trust in anyone. Suddenly something changed, when I heard a voice. A voice! No physical sight of this beauty and yet I was falling in love with her. Falling in love with who she was on the inside. Every word that fell from her lips was poetry to my ears. This was love at first sound! When my eyes did eventually make way of her, I had to literally catch my breath, let alone my balance. After all this said, I am happy to say that we will plan to share our lives to together. Thank you for reading.... - Olive Love more

Open Question: What should I say so I can get the full attention of a beautiful lady?

In the times of olden a man would do all sorts of things to get the beauty of his eye to show interest in him like fight for her love or just maybe sing or write poetry in many forms and let us not forget that flowers has always been a oldie but goodie that was once sure to get some kind of positve results but we are all living in a new day and time and it just seems that what once was golden has now been tarneshed and rusted. Can any one help me with a sure enough money back guaranteed sizzling fired up pick up line that will most certainly get me to first base. Now I don't want to get my hopes up too high but is their any home run lines out their in the world that a true don juan can offer a old timer like me? more

Open Question: is this poetry in motion part 2?

The boldness of my desire is like a flame. I pierced your skin once; and your scent has commanded me ever since. I tracked you by the scent left in the air. Standing outside your window I wait. I know you`ve thought of me, wondering if it was a dream; but do dreams leave marks upon your neck? I watch you move inside the house. I stand under the tree in the yard. The moon is half showing, not much light. I close my eyes remembering how you felt. I breath in deep, remembering your smell. My eyes open; and I move to the window. I slide the window open with ease. Once inside I whisper your name. You stop, wondering if it is your imagination. I step into the hallway watching you in the kitchen. I whisper your name once more; and you come to me. My eyes meet yours; and if you had wanted to run, you now only want to be touched by me again. I take you in my arms; and you faint. I stare at your beauty for the longest time. When you awake, I am gone; and you are untouched as though I never was there. Standing alone in the meadow, I think to myself " I love her" 2 b continued more

Open Question: How do you like my poem?

Some people’s lives are uneventful No love, happiness or bliss But I was very fortunate, because I had all of this. Please listen to what I’m about to tell you It is something you’ll never want to forget Keep this lesson with you for a lifetime And it will be something you won’t regret Well it was several years ago when I found my love Annette She liked to play piano, and her favorite food was a baguette We traveled the country around a couple times We used to shake our tail feathers and drink fine wines. But when Annette wanted me to be the one I decided to turn and run Love never came my way again This is when the bad things began One night I was going out to dine Being a pedestrian in New York City isn’t too fine As I crossed the street I didn’t look and see who was coming And the very next second, I found myself fumbling. As I kneeled on my knees with my head to the sky Asking God “Why oh why?” I couldn’t stop thinking about my regrets – I should have run away with Annette. The night sky is dark, the rain pouring down And on my face I do wear a frown Because headlights are suddenly blinding me Mincemeat is what I’m about to be Before I even got to blink my eye I knew that I was about to die And all that was running through my head Was all of my many, many regrets. The moral of the story that I just told Was not to keep your regrets with you as you get old Learn a lesson, and that lesson from me Live your life to the fullest, and the happier you will be. P.S. What should I title it? Is it appropriate for an 8th grade Honors Language Arts poetry reading where we are supposed to do creative stuff? Constructive critisism please. It isn't my best work - but this is my only poem that doesn't make me sound depressed and psychotic - which I am not. :) ALSO I did post this in poetry, but nobody answered, and since most people in this section are teenagers- that's who I'll be reading my poem to anyways, so what do you think? Thanks!Plus rhyming patterns are a skill I think maybe we are supposed to show. I don't know. I have other poems, but I don't know if I should read them, because they are really weird. Does anyone know of any poems I could maybe read also?I know poems don't have to rhyme. I always say that all the time in class. I guess that is what I was going for, because I thought the rhymes flowed together. The thing is, all the kids always complain when poems don't rhyme because then they don't understand them. more

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Open Question: this question is to anyone who has ever started their own venue, restaurant and or bookstore?

I was at a BBQ this past Saturday and a friend and I had come up with this pipe dream idea of creating a vegan/vegetarian restaurant and bookstore with a stage. The menu would be made up of mostly vegetarian dishes, (there would be absolutely no meat, no beef, chicken or fish on the menu), but dairy would be an option. The kitchen would be split in two, and the vegan food would be prepared on the opposite side. Please read my list of ideas below and if you could answer a few questions for me. What do you think about my ideas so far? What were/are some issues that you have had in running your own business? How hard is it to start your own business? Do you feel like it was all worth it? Forget the cost of space, (I know it has to do with location), but what are the costs of the permits, or any other legal "mumbo-jumbo"? Obviously I have not researched this yet, and it's still just a dream. But I want to know if this all sounds doable. Here is how I imagine it: You walk in the door and you can already tell that this is a place where creativity thrives. The walls are plastered with paintings and photographs donated by local artists. To your left there are a number of tall shelves packed with a large variety of books. In that corner you will also find four or five large and relaxing chairs pinning an area rug to the wood floor, and beanbag chairs scattered about the area. It would be a place that you could come to and relax on a Saturday afternoon. Grab a cup of coffee and a good book and waste a rainy evening sitting snug in an oversized beanbag chair. Beyond that you will see a stage where local bands can showcase their talents. (I also imagine the stage being used for book readings, poetry slams, and small plays.) And around it would be a spacious dance floor. If when you first came in you had walked to your right, you would find the dining room. I would like for the style to be tasteful and somewhat classy, but I don't want it to frighten away the everyday folks. So there would probably be tables and booths, because I think booths create a more comfortable atmosphere. The prices would be slightly more expensive than a trip to Mc Donald's, but not as costly as an upscale restaurant. (Imagine Panera Bread for price.) There would be two separate menus, (one vegan, and one vegetarian). Also, (and I think I would be the first to do this), I would like to create a book and make it available to any customer who is concerned, that lists the every ingredient that goes into our meals. I know that vegans have a very strict diet that they abide by, and I want to assure them that I have prepared their meals around their very specific interests. I would also make a "cereal bar" available. (I saw the movie FLAKES recently, and I love the idea!) There would be free WiFi available for paying customers, and I also thought of creating a sound proof room for local college students to utilize for studying. The restaurant could host a number of fun activities to keep the community active and creative. A few examples could be: family nights- once a month we could show a kid friendly movie on an overhead projector screen. Fright nights- Once a month we could show a corn syrupy massacre on an overhead projector screen =) I love a good horror flick Beginner’s yoga classes Writing classes/sessions Still life drawing sessions Karaoke nights of course We could host themed dances Book signings Wine tasting Student film screenings Clothing swaps- Trade in your gently used threads for some new style An art gallery- One weekend a month we could turn the dance floor/bookstore portion into a gallery where local artists can display their art. Holiday parties Game nights- We could host teen lock-ins they could more

Open Question: What can I do to get better at putting my feelings and poetry into song form?

I love writing poetry but if I try to put it into a song it is too wordy but the only way to get enough emotion to match my feelings is to write all the words i do. How can I become a better song writer??how do I get the instrumental in my head? more

Open Question: if u answer this please take it seriously!!!?

i want you to write ur best poem... here is mine i just want i deas and or topics i sware i will not copy them! please dotn write poetry is stupid or something i find it beautiful. u have aright to ur opinion just keep it to ur sef thanks TRAPPED I feel as if i am trapped in a world of troubles, waiting for the glass to shatter one more thing after another happens. slowly my life is becoming empty... there are only few things in my life that mean something to me i feel people are nothing but animals that can speak languages and slaughter is wrong.. it is like slaughter to man kind. it is like we are ALL trapped in a box together breathing the same air. loving the sam man. wishing for our lives to end for the box to break for an escape. i am slowly dying as the days roll away and there is nothing keeping me from living any more. my final goodbyes to you and me....... more

Open Question: Is this a good poem???

I am 14 and i really enjoy poetry but im not sure weather im any good at it or not this poem took me like 10 minutes honest opinions please :D Lonely horse I use to be a riding horse well so they use to say that was all before that day that i became a stray i use to love my owner but i still don't know why on that very night she left me out to die I still do remember her happy cheery face and when we one 1st place on the horse show jump race i still always think that maybe just one day that she will be siting there waiting were i lay i just don't understand whats going on anymore when she took me for a ride then just closed the door i still look around and hope that maybe i may see her calling me name and trying to find me Every night and day has always been the same i listen and i wonder if shes calling my name. more

Resolved Question: I'm trying to write a different type of poetry...is it decent or how can I improve?

I've been writing poetry since I was about 15. I have at least 5 notebooks full but most of it is very dark. It was my stress release for so long. I'm happy now so I haven't been writing and I miss it so I tried something a bit happier. Honestly, is it cheesy? Lips hovering against mine Savor the heat of this closeness Passion pounds through my body As the tension seals our mouths Damp and staced together Moving so naturally, pulsing Trying to pull ever closer As if souls themselves could be Welded together with a kiss The seams smooth, as if We were never really in two Our love for each other Cycling through our veins Entertwined, merged as we Palpitate adoration In a constant ebb and flow As our souls thrive eternally Thus does my love for you Forever, my only lover. Haha I felt like such a cornball typing that out lol! more

Resolved Question: Choose the sentence that has no comma errors. Remember that not every sentence requires commas.?

Please hand-deliver this letter to 2323 Fontana Drive, Pompano Beach, Florida, by Tuesday, August 16. The Continental Congress met on July 4 1776 to ratify the Declaration of Independence. Is Paris France the site of the Pompidou Museum? For an airmail package to arrive in Sweden by Dec. 25 2004, mail it from Chicago by Nov. 30 2004. 20. Choose the sentence that has no comma errors. Remember that not every sentence requires commas. (Points: 2) Hurry Tony, you'll be late for the club meeting! Sir can you tell me the time? Ms. O'Hara is not available right now, Mr. Johns. Walk right up there, Allison and tell them what you think. 21. Choose the sentence that has no comma errors. Remember that not every sentence requires commas. (Points: 2) By the way supper will be at 6:30 tonight. Sausage and pepperoni pizza, in Melissa's opinion, is the best food in the world. You should, nevertheless save some time for volunteering. His speech to the staff members on the other hand, was difficult to understand. 22. Choose the sentence that uses italics, quotation marks, or both correctly. (Points: 2) "Edelweiss" is sung as a farewell by the Von Trapp family in the play The Sound of Music. Betty's article, "Kwanzaa Is Coming," is in yesterday's copy of the Bethlehem Globe-Times. Mom is making a recipe from the chapter called Cooking with Pizzazz in her new "Jazz Cookbook." The movie "Cold Mountain" is reviewed in this week's Newsweek magazine. 23. Choose the sentence that uses italics, quotation marks, or both correctly. (Points: 2) Composer George Gershwin wrote the music for the 1935 opera "Porgy and Bess." The 1980 book Cosmos is one of astronomer Carl Sagan's best known works. Many people love the book The Little Prince, written by aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupery in 1943. Thomas Gainsborough, an eighteenth-century artist, painted the landscape "The Watering Place." 24. Choose the sentence that uses quotation marks correctly. (Points: 2) "What is poetic meter? asked Timothy." Edward responded "that poetic meter must measure how long a poem is." Is there such a thing "queried Anna," as poetic yard? "In poetry," said Dina, "meter is a regular rhythmic pattern." 25. Choose the sentence that uses commas and end marks correctly. (Points: 2) "Who knows" asked Andy, "who the Mugwumps were?" "I haven't the faintest idea." exclaimed Dave loudly. "Are they some kind of extinct animal"? wondered Claudia. "They were Republicans," answered Eve, "who supported the Democratic presidential candidate in 1884." 26. Choose the sentence with a properly punctuated and capitalized direct quotation. (Points: 2) Claudia asked "why did the Mugwumps desert their political party?" Eve answered. "They thought the Republican candidate, James Blaine, was corrupt". "So who," questioned Dave, "won that election?" "Grover Cleveland won", Said Eve. "He was the first Democratic president since the Civil War." more

Voting Question: hilarious friendship poems?

HEY GUYS! im making my friend a going away card, im not going to see him again for a long time. :( :( :( :( me and him are totally crazy when we get together and love to read hillarious poetry together! do you guys have any poems that are hillarious and related to friends? id love it if you posted some you wrote yourself!!! thanks, this means a lot to the both of us. im gonna cry! lol <3 more

Resolved Question: What was your opinion on Jon Heidenreich?

Was he entertaining to you? Or did you not like him much? I thought his in ring skills were basic at best, he was very basic, but I loved his poetry as a heel when he was the psychotic Heidenreich. I even heard he wrote most of them himself. BQ Thoughts on the spoiler that came out on Ric Flair being new Raw GM more

Resolved Question: What are you reading?

1) What are you currently reading? Your thoughts so far? 2) What was the last book you finished? Did you like it? 3) Do you have a book you are waiting to read next? What is it and why? 4) I won't ask the favorite book of all time question, because I think that is too difficult and is biased towards those books that are most fresh in your mind. That said, what is the best book you have read in 2009? 5) BONUS - Comment on someone else's reads if you have read any of them yourself. ---------------------------------------- Myself 1) I'm reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. A lot of the time I find that I don't really enjoy fiction that was popular in the "mainstream", but I did hear some good things so picked up a cheap, used copy. Part I of the book had interesting moments but was slow in general. I just reached part II, where Pi becomes lost at sea with the animals, and the book has gotten 100% more interesting for me. Its now at the point where I'm hooked. I also tend to always have a nonfiction book going at the same time, right now it is "Zen in the Art of Writing" by Ray Bradbury. Its okay, and useful to read a section as motivation before beginning to write. 2) Last book I read was "Barrelhouse" volume 7. This is an independently published collection of modern short stories and poetry collected from various indepenent writers. I really enjoy "indie" works like this, because most of the stories are great, but tend to be written by amaetur writers, which is motivation for myself to write more as well. 3) Next on my list is going to be sci-fi - either Dune by Frank Herbert because I've only recently gotten into the sci fi genre and hear this is one of the best, or I will read a collection of short stories by Ray Bradbury called Driving Blind, because I am finishing up his other book mentioned above, and I really enjoy short stories, especially when I am looking to stimulate myself to just write. 4) Best book of the year so far for me was Marabou Stork Nightmares, by Irvine Welsh. I love books that incorporate unique writing styles and organization and bend genres, all for the sake of making a great and original story. Plus I love delving deep into a character's psyche, which is done very well here. The Scottish dialect took some time to get used to, but I really got into it and it helped bring the character to life. I love the dark and twisted when it works as a great story, and this is a perfect example. Very unique and original while maintaining an engaging story line.Stardust - I have been wanting to read Murakami for some time, and am searching for a cheap copy of "Wind Up Bird Chronicles" - have you read that one yet? The Coolest Girl Ever - Slaughterhouse 5 is on my list too, I heard its a great place to start when reading Vonnegut. more

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