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Happy National Poetry Day everyone!

As we know Damien gave readings at two WordTheatre events this week and read some wonderful poems for Forward Prizes for poetry. (more about that here )

 

Coincidentally the 'Our Homage To Hal' Photo book arrived at Damien's talent agency today and included the written homages of all the entrants.

Here is the poem I wrote in the hope that it inspires you all to write your own and share it here on National Poetry Day!

 

 

 

Homage To Hal

 

Even in company

Others have stepped on and off

His journey

The view changes

He travels alone

with the exception

of  the reflections

of his actions -

-- They  never leave him

crystalise when he closes his eyes

The spaces between the words of his

 

fragile disciplines

 

lurking like shadows 

when he closed his mind

 

invading the flow -

 

Building them up piece by piece

Taking them down again piece by piece

Careful and solo

 

The shouting silences

In the daring pauses

Like a tragedy

aching across the centuries

 

He sees the horizon

He almost reaches the destination

But he always knows

There is only on direction

This goes

 

~ by domino ~

 

 

 

 



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HAL ET MOI
Par Jean Baptiste

IT TAKES COURAGE BEING HAL
IT TAKES COURAGE BEING ME
WE'RE NOT THE SAME
THERES NO SIMILARITY
HE STRIVES TO BE HUMAN, SO DO I
I ONLY HAVE ONE FACE
AND HE HAS SO MANY
I LOVE THEM ALL
BUT NEVER SHOW MINE
I FEEL HIS PAIN
BUT NEVER ACKNOWLEDGE MY OWN
HE SPEAKS A LANGUAGE
NOT WITH HIS VOICE
BUT THROUGH HIS EYES
LOVE REALLY IS BLIND
IT TAKES A LOT OF COURAGE BEING HUMAN!

(Cringe)!




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Beautiful J-B , thank you for sharing your poem, it touches me. No... not cringe, at all. hug

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I'd love to add a poem, but the day is already over for you. We can keep going, can't we?

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Because it it still October 3rd on my side of the world, I'm adding a poem to the National Poetry Day activities.

Hal’s Palette

Sleep, my black-hearted lover,

Rest yourself in my bed.

I offered you my innocence

And found my death instead.

 

Sleep my black-eyed lover,

On my sheets wrecked and red.

I offered you my heart and soul;

You claimed them as I bled.

 

Sleep my black-clothed lover

On my body, cold and dead.

It is my final offering—

A pillow for your head.

 

Rest, my brown-haired beauty

In your quiet, blood-soaked bed.

You offered me your greatest gift,

The virgin’s maidenhead.

 

Rest, my blue-eyed beauty,

Lids squeezed shut against the dread.

You offered me your childish love;

My intentions you misread.

 

Rest, my pale-skinned beauty,

With your body torn and spread.

Whatever may be offered,

The monster must be fed.



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Wow TJ, that's brilliant.

What an inspired and creative lot the forumers are! I think I used all mine up on my Halkus, but am feeling inspired again, so who knows?

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Stunning poem TJ, thank you for sharing, a powerful read take a bow! bow

Yes indeedly let's make every day National Poetry Day here in DaMoland! approved

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Thanks for the compliments!  aww

I worked most of it out while walking my dog last night--wanted to respond to Domino's challenge. I love the idea of making every day a poetry day! Maybe we could commission a DaMo reading of our collected works.

halyes

 



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Okay, here goes. It nearly rhymes and everything...

 

 

 

A Long 500 years

 

A baby cries

a pitiful wail

a bastard’s beginning

someday all will hail

 

Innocence dashed

at the youngest of age

he mourns and endures

til no loyalty remains

 

He runs and he searches

(im)mortality springs

his dreams and ambitions

finally given wing

 

But deification

is a dark, horrid gift

bathed in blood and tears

leaving him in time, adrift

 

Cycles of mayhem

killing, destruction - it takes it’s toll

a sprinkling of good

wrestled by discipline and control

 

Friendships made and lost

lovers found and destroyed

evil waxes and wanes

the ending he longs for, toys

 

Appetite, HUNGER

the length and breadth inside

he continues his torturous existence

the bloodlust forever his bride

 

The sleeper waits to be waken

his turn always comes, in time

he only hopes that someday...

 

he WILL WIN over the monster inside.

 

by whimsyfox



-- Edited by whimsyfox on Friday 4th of October 2013 11:00:33 PM

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TJ, oh wow, that was absolutely stunning, such a beautiful read...wow again!

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As it is no long national poetry day....maybe I can share my other hal homage.   I wouldn't dream of calling this poetry (especially in the light of what else has been posted in this thread....they are all beautiful) - but a rhyme, or a verse maybe...... Seeing as I went to all the trouble of writing it out (because I didn't know which one to submit) I've decided to post the pic.

 

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Thank you, Ruby.

Fifi, yours is perfectly spoken! Such precise and perfect word choice, bravo!



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Fifi, i love the rhythm of that poem. Very, very well done! :)

It's been a very long time since i last wrote any decent poetry. I was a teen. So a very long time!

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I"m awful at poetry, but perhaps a new fic shall come your way soon.

Love all the poems here, but TJ? You nailed it. Gorgeous!

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Oh my, the lovelyness!  

domino, your poem very much captures the essence of Hal!

J-B, I love the mirroring and my favourite line is "He speaks a language, not through his voice but through his eyes" - so true!

fifi, that is so awesome.  short and bittersweet.  and you did the calligraphy yourself?

TJ, WOW.  heartbreaking and breathtaking.  truly you move me as always.

 

I've never been good at poetry.  One or two paltry attempts in HS and college.  But I did scribble something down this morning.  I'll type it up and if it doesn't make me cringe I'll post it.



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Damn girl! That's got some amazing phrases. Bloodlust his bride--perfect!

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I always have formatting issues copy-pasting into the forum.  the his in "his turn always comes, in time" should be italicized and the forum gremlins are not letting me do it. Not letting me do it in this post either. Bugger! cry



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Thanks TJ. smile 

Hal is a wonderful muse.  I could never write anything before.  



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All of these are brilliant!! I am no poet though so consider this a jokey one

My blood is red
His eyes are black
Once Hal had fed
There was no going back


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Wow... I feel so privileged that we have such a talented bunch here at the forum, ALL of these are perfect, all different all truly from the heart and dedicated to Hal. Beautiful.

Fifi, I am so glad you posted your other homage, I would be hard pushed to choose between the two, this one is succinct and powerful because of that, a nugget of specialness.

whimsy, your poem is amazing, and heart wrenching, you really get inside the battle of the Hals.

HalGal, I love this, sometimes the simpler the better..it's perfect... to me it is a metaphor for becoming Hal's fan, well done!

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HalGal, that is a perfect metaphor for what happened to me! Hal sunk his fangs in me before I knew what was happening, and here I am, a happy 'fanggirl' for life.  biggrin



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Well, the number of victims Hal dealt with is so vast that there are nearly endless variations on the story. Lots of women in lots of situations. In this case, she came close to being his equal.

And a poem can be a fanfic. awtangentially



-- Edited by tangentially TJ on Sunday 6th of October 2013 02:43:24 AM



-- Edited by tangentially TJ on Sunday 6th of October 2013 02:45:21 AM

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whimsy-that was quite well done! I like your phrasing a lot!

HalGal-as a drabbler, I adore this because it is so succinct. And also because it's so true. ;)

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Negotiation

Always negotiate from a position of strength.
My father's words. He wouldn't approve of how I use them to take all I can
from the men who crowd around me.
But I have what they want; I command the field, and they want me badly,
so in the end I get what I need--what I want as well, most nights.
And tonight, I want him.

Always negotiate from a position...
My own decision. His hungry eyes push me past the edge of caution
into the storage shed out the back. His beauty lures me.
Still, I control the scene; I give him access, just a taste, so he will follow me home
where I can take what I want, give what I want, in lush comfort.
Even so, dark and dirty, I want him.

Always negotiate...
Out of control. A beast rides us both and I no longer care where or when or how
until my selfish ecstasy merges with terror as he rips into my throat.
Negotiation turns deadly--not the first time--my little knife slices at his throat in turn.
My hidden weapon cannot stop this fierce creature.
His blood with mine, and I want him.

Always...
Choking on blood. He throws me away and laughs, and returns to whisper in my ear
a secret truth, a hidden travesty that will soon become my existence.
He will be here when I awaken, because I took him and fought him
and drank him as he drank me. We are a duet of nightmares now, he tells me.
I'm his, and I want him.
 



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TJ - Huh. Nice. And just...huh. Makes me think, and I quite like that.

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