Writers' Forum

Your Admin and Mods have been discussing ways of resurrecting this Forum. One member's suggestion that resonated was to open the Forum to prose critiquing. Some members may resist the idea, but we decided that since the Forum had seen almost no posts in the previous twelve months, we had little to ...

lovely....you have steadily matured to a very good poet.

I am very glad to be reading you again. by the way, I am now in the States...finally

life is always good.

looks all good till now.

thanks

"With luck and enough booze I may be able to defy those stars"

By Bacchus! You will!

I liked this. I would introduce a para / stanza break in the last two lines, space the poem out a but....but then as a painter you know more about visual appeal, I am sure.

How are you Sir? Do keep in touch. So happy to read you again...and to know you are writing.

Q: What will you wear to the ball? [/quote]

i would wear nothing at all,
skinny-dip in the pool,
break every book, every rule;

and if the sky were to fall,
if the clouds were to drool,
i would still play the fool...

...but i would wear nothing but tall!

does nothing come from nothing?

Rring-a-ring a rosies,
my comfys got my cozies,
roses are red
and violets are blue,
since i am well-bred,
here's a poesy for you.



did that (really) take 5 minutes?

Hullo all, This is Ravi. I am from India and have been in Dubai and on Zeugma for the last 5 years and a bit. Closer to 50 than 40 this year, married with two boys who have been the best things I've helped create. I used to sail - and read, and write. Now I repair ships or convert them into floating...

this is actually quite nice.

r

What of the Ocean? Restless commotion what of the ocean? Surf and saline, a plenitude of brine; shameless self-promotion! Nothing else is the ocean Narcissistic devotion that is the ocean; shore, sea-shell and sand an endless tussle with Land. Quite the Devil’s potion! That is all is the ocean. Q: ...

Q: Why do birds sing at night? Faceless Philemon chants a strain, plaintive tantivy out of sight; shy expression of fear, of pain - a warble like some lost refrain singes the bosom of the night. Gulchein * lays a trap again, he knows that in this fading light she will not dare - she will abstain, l...

Dragon friend, or dragon foe? This the pyress must know; fire-soaked blood in breath, in vein, susurrations of death, as some with disdain forego crooked lanes of Nazareth. Like tortured eternity rejects a fable-scaled beast's aspects. Q- Stirred emotion in a pot-pourri, Is that all that love can be?

Skewer my kebab
you could grill and
flambé me.

Charcoal my sauce
spatula and oil
my ribs;
Drambuie the
tee-bone.

Pour me in thick
undulating
layers, the
brown-skins purr
in pot purée!


Q: So, what's cooking?