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Post by Metsä kissa on Aug 27, 2012 6:35:07 GMT 2
Thank you so much! marisyour poem is very cute, I seemed to understand it a little, as Dutch is a bit similar to a dialect from Northern Germany. wolferinThat´s great, got goose bumps when reading... please post more of those!
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Post by wolferin on Aug 27, 2012 22:34:17 GMT 2
@forest Cat Thank you! I have other klaanish things, but what will happen to them translated/adapted in English and will I be able to do this in a good way - I'm not sure, as they are in rhymes. So I can tell you what is about one very klaanish. It is called "The Forest Clan" and tells about a clan living in the deep woods, away from the civilization. They all day and night drink beer and sing, but they hide the place where they live from the outer world. If somebody get lost in the woods, they accept him/her as their brother/sister, but never give him to leave the camp. If somebody tries to escape they turn him back, all the more that - no one can find his way back without the help of his hosts from the clan. Once a young lad got lost and fail into the camp. They accepted him as a part of the clan, but he was sad for his relatives, friends and the life he was living in the city. To comfort his sadness, he told stories about the world he had lost, as he thought, forever. There was listening the chieftain daughter. She got curious and was longing for the world she had never seen. She thought this world may be better and richer. She was dreaming all night about the buildings of glass and metal, the city shining in lights in the nights and the rushing cars. One night all drank a lot and even her father fell asleep in the early morning. She took the young lad and lead him through the secret ford. When her father understood about the treason, he swung his club around and all the camp disappeared as it never was. He cursed his daughter forever to roam in the wood and never to be able to find her way back to the clan's camp. The girl lived for some time in the city, but began to grieve for her native camp and clan. She went in the wood and began to seek for the clan's camp, but never found it. She understood, that she had betrayed her people and she valued her life no more. May be she is still wandering in the woods, people say, they hear her voice from time to time.
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Post by Metsä kissa on Aug 28, 2012 20:14:48 GMT 2
This is great stuff, Wolferin, you should make a complete novel out of it! I also like the drawing.
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Post by wolferin on Aug 28, 2012 20:40:12 GMT 2
^ Well, to make a novel, but after that comes to translate in English for the forum clan. I don't thing to have the vocabulary to write a whole novel right in English.
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Post by Metsä kissa on Sept 4, 2012 22:11:29 GMT 2
Hmmm, then maybe just a little novel, Wolferin? Here´s something Klaanish´that came to my mind few days ago. I´m not really satisfied with it as a poem, but I´d like to share it nevertheless. It´s about places I imagine when cannot find sleep and rest here in the city and thoughts go their own ways then... HomeI am here with trees Feel the earth under my bare feet Feel the wind on my skin Touching me with chilly breeze I am here with the Northern lights When sleeping under it´s endless widths Where the air is clear and free Where the wind tells long forgotten tales I am here with the Midnight sun Feel it´s warm and bright embrace Feel the spirit of old paths I´m wandering Feel becoming one with myself Feel that this is home...
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Post by maris on Sept 5, 2012 2:06:03 GMT 2
Hmmm, then maybe just a little novel, Wolferin? Here´s something Klaanish´that came to my mind few days ago. I´m not really satisfied with it as a poem, but I´d like to share it nevertheless. It´s about places I imagine when cannot find sleep and rest here in the city and thoughts go their own ways then... It's like you wrote my mind when I cannot sleep. the mind always wanders off where the heart wants to go, even when you don't like to admit or like it But the mind responds to it when that something calls for the heart, by wondering off
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Post by maris on Sept 26, 2012 7:56:56 GMT 2
just completed a small piece
Lonesome Hunter
A distinctive howl in the night, making sure other night dwellers know of it's presence. Tracking his prey with a keen eye, hearing every rustle as they scatter trying to find a safe haven. One wasn't fast enough and with a swift motion the tree becomes deserted.
Enjoying a small meal amongst the branches, immediately his search continues; Tasty as it was, it doesn't make a full stomach. Before the full moon has made room for a stormy autumn's day; He has hunted to last him another night. Dawn fast approaching, making ready to leave.
Leaving nothing but a feather behind as evidence he was there
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Post by maris on Oct 26, 2012 18:44:15 GMT 2
Wrote this for a good friend of mine
Compass
Far above the clouds where darkness reigns. Where I find myself utterly lost. Not knowing which direction goes where or even if I should leave or go. Shall I enter the flow or stay trying to get a grip on things. Not all things are worth fighting for but some do. And that's what I'm doing, fighting with all my heart.
In this darkness it's hard to see the foe you're facing, some even linger from one's past Chasing powerful shadows without a decent weapon; Seeking small windows of light in the immense darkness, there lies my weapon. Eventually Light wins over Dark Now I can start searching for my compass; One that points and keeps me on the road to happiness. Far above the clouds where splendor reigns
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Post by Metsä kissa on Oct 26, 2012 22:38:20 GMT 2
Maris, this is very thoughtful and beautiful, I like it. I can feel when reading that it comes from the heart, and I like the spirit living in such poems. Thanks for sharing.
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Post by maris on Oct 29, 2012 21:43:22 GMT 2
thanks Forest Cat, it was somewhat darker but that's what sprung to mind related to the subject we were talking about. Neither the positive and negative aspects of life can't be ignored; it's a duo package. Honestly I like writing the darker stuff more because more can learned from it depending how you interpret each phrase
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Post by maris on Nov 9, 2012 11:45:15 GMT 2
Gluing and Discarding
To those who know To those who don’t know To those who will know and those who will never know
Can’t be prepared for everything in life But can choose how to experience it The choice to accept or reject
Not all is what it seems Would you be able to guess?
The choice how to handle life For bad and the worse For good and the best
All cope their own way No wrong, no right
Ultimately everything will be stored and gradually integrated Fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2012 21:43:01 GMT 2
Would like to thank you Maris, for taking inspiration and writing this.
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Post by Sveitsin susi on Nov 10, 2012 20:24:56 GMT 2
I admire your wonderful, soulful words and thank you for the share.
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Post by maris on Nov 11, 2012 2:16:38 GMT 2
As I was talking to " my personal muses" some things said made me think back about my past although not specifically written with that in mind it can be applied to it; As to everyone else who reads this and thinks back on (a) period(s) that happened in their lives.
Everyone at some point had a moment where they wished how they could change something that has happened. But if you were to change even the tinniest aspect you wouldn't be the person you are today.
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Post by Metsä kissa on Nov 11, 2012 22:45:48 GMT 2
Maris, this is a real masterpiece of yours! Reading it made me shiver! Please post more of those, this is really great stuff
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