Description: Join in our collaborative poem workshop. Each member will have a chance to write two stanzas at least four lines each. The stanzas must be relative to the poem.
Leader: Geezer
Moderator(s): Mark, Roseblack, Rosewood Apothecary. Candlewitch
Objectives: To write a complete poem from each member's two stanzas
Level of expertise: Open to all
Subject matter: TBD
So
I await the next to last stanza of Geezer's poem?
Yes...
After Alan. ~ Geez.
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
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Thunder in the Catskills
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End: Geezer
Begin: mark
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch
Did some research
In case you are interested
https://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/henry_hudson_and_the_cats…
Thank you...
for the look back at the Half Moon and it's captain and crew! I learned about it back in grade school, but only rarely thought about it until now. I was thinking about what to write about and heard some thunder rolls and this came to mind.
~ Geez.
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
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mark
Fri, 2022-08-12 09:45
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
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end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary
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Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2022-08-12 18:44
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Thunder in the Catskills
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End: Geezer
Begin: mark
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch
those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...
from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood
no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...
end-Candlewitch
begin-RoseBlack
Thunder in The Catskills
Start Geezer
Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?
reply
mark
Fri, 2022-08-12 10:45
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
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end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary
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Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2022-08-12 19:44
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Thunder in the Catskills
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End: Geezer
Begin: mark
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch
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Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2022-08-12 19:45
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Did some research
In case you are interested
https://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/henry_hudson_and_the_catsk...
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Geezer
Fri, 2022-08-12 23:42
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Thank you...
for the look back at the Half Moon and it's captain and crew! I learned about it back in grade school, but only rarely thought about it until now. I was thinking about what to write about and heard some thunder rolls and this came to mind.
~ Geez.
.
It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?
reply
Candlewitch
Sun, 2022-08-14 04:58
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?
reply
mark
Fri, 2022-08-12 09:45
mark's picture
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
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end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary
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Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2022-08-12 18:44
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Thunder in the Catskills
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End: Geezer
Begin: mark
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch
those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...
from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood
no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...
end-Candlewitch
begin-RoseBlack
Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect
The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....
End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia
I remember the instructions
But was working off my phone and something went wrong with the copy and paste.
Sometimes
My phone is the only resource I have or I won't be able to make contributions timely. I'm doing the best with what I have vailable when I have it
Yes...
waiting for a day or two even, is not a big deal, we appreciate the enthusiasm that everyone has responded with, but it is fine if we have to wait a little. Thanks so much for the explanation. ~ Geez.
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Skip
I would like to skip my turn please
Sorry
Out of the remainder of the poem
I'm just
waiting on Alan.........
no
problem
Thunder In the Catskills...
Thunder In the Catskills...
Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer
Begin Mark
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
End Mark
Begin Rosewood Apothecary
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
End Rosewood Apothecary
Begin Candlewitch
those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...
from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood
no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...
End Candlewitch
Begin RoseBlack
Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect
The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....
End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia
One by one they slaughtered the crew,
Laughing to see the agony upon their foe,
Their tiny blades leaving limbs askew,
And their antics putting on a horrifying show.
In their act a little while,
Stopping dead in their tracks at one,
Who did nothing but smile,
At the gnomes who thought it was done.
End Dystopia
I apologize for the delay!
I apologize for the delay! For some reason my notifications were not coming through!
Thank you...
for your prompt reply and poem. Nice job! ~ Geezer.
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Then the drumbeat became slow
it's echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls
At last I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's day.
begin scribbler
Then the drumbeat became slow
it's echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls
At last I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's first day.
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Thunder in The Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder
Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
The half-moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober
They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air
From Half Moon to the trees, they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen, they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around
those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...
from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life-or-death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood
no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...
Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect
The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....
One by one they slaughtered the crew,
Laughing to see the agony upon their foe,
Their tiny blades leaving limbs askew,
And their antics putting on a horrifying show.
In their act a little while,
Stopping dead in their tracks at one,
Who did nothing but smile,
At the gnomes who thought it was done.
I live deep in the forest, completely alone,
I’m a wrinkled old hag, a stubble faced crone.
No man will have me, so I spend all my hours
studying nature and its magical powers.
You’d be surprised at what I can fashion
from a handful of roots and a lump of wet clay
(Laugh all you like, but this is my passion):
little figures of gnomes, which I bring into play
with my breath and some spit, and a song a bird taught me.
So, when I saw the ship land, and the woe that it brought me,
I sat myself down, in front of my hovel,
and made myself busy, with my knife and my shovel.
As those sailors caroused, I feared they might harm me,
So out of the mud I created an army,
And equipped them with weapons, and frenzied them, too,
by beating my drum to a savage tattoo...
Then the drumbeat became slow
its echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls
At last, I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's day..
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Great job
Everyone!!! Looking forward to round 3
Yes...
great job! I had a really good time with this one too!
~ Geezer.
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Let me think on it
Couple days ought to do.