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Poetry (from the Latin poeta, a poet) is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns, lyrics, or prose poetry. It is published in dedicated magazines (the longest established being Poetry and Oxford Poetry), individual collections and wider anthologies.

Poetry, and discussions of it, have a long history. Early attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song, and comedy. Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition, verse form and rhyme, and emphasized the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from more objectively informative, prosaic forms of writing, such as manifestos, biographies, essays, and novels . From the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more loosely defined as a fundamental creative act using language.

Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to suggest alternative meanings in the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia, and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. The use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony, and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor, simile, and metonymy create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

Some forms of poetry are specific to particular cultures and genres, responding to the characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. While readers accustomed to identifying poetry with Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz and Rumi may think of it as being written in lines based upon rhyme and regular meter, there are traditions, such as Biblical poetry, that use other approaches to achieve rhythm and euphony. Much of modern British and American poetry is to some extent a critique of poetic tradition, playing with and testing (among other things) the principle of euphony itself, to the extent that sometimes it deliberately does not rhyme or keep to set rhythms at all. In today's globalized world poets often borrow styles, techniques and forms from diverse cultures and languages.

Poetry as an art form may predate literacy. Many ancient works, from the Indian Vedas (1700–1200 BC) and Zoroaster's Gathas (1200-900 BC) to the Odyssey (800–675 BC), appear to have been composed in poetic form to aid memorization and oral transmission, in prehistoric and ancient societies. Poetry appears among the earliest records of most literate cultures, with poetic fragments found on early monoliths, runestones, and stelae.

The oldest surviving epic poem is the Epic of Gilgamesh, from the 3rd millennium BC in Sumer (in Mesopotamia, now Iraq), which was written in cuneiform script on clay tablets and, later, papyrus. Other ancient epic poetry includes the Greek epics Iliad and Odyssey, the Old Iranian books the Gathic Avesta and Yasna, the Roman national epic, Virgil's Aeneid, and the Indian epics Ramayana and Mahabharata.

The efforts of ancient thinkers to determine what makes poetry distinctive as a form, and what distinguishes good poetry from bad, resulted in "poetics"—the study of the aesthetics of poetry. Some ancient societies, such as the Chinese through the Shi Jing, one of the Five Classics of Confucianism, developed canons of poetic works that had ritual as well as aesthetic importance. More recently, thinkers have struggled to find a definition that could encompass formal differences as great as those between Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and Matsuo Bashō's Oku no Hosomichi, as well as differences in context spanning Tanakh religious poetry, love poetry, and rap.

Context can be critical to poetics and to the development of poetic genres and forms. Poetry that records historic events in epics, such as Gilgamesh or Ferdowsi's Shahnameh, will necessarily be lengthy and narrative, while poetry used for liturgical purposes (hymns, psalms, suras, and hadiths) is likely to have an inspirational tone, whereas elegy and tragedy are meant to evoke deep emotional responses. Other contexts include Gregorian chants, formal or diplomatic speech, political rhetoric and invective, light-hearted nursery and nonsense rhymes, and even medical texts.

The Polish historian of aesthetics, Władysław Tatarkiewicz, in a paper on "The Concept of Poetry," traces the evolution of what is in fact two concepts of poetry. Tatarkiewicz points out that the term is applied to two distinct things that, as the poet Paul Valéry observed, "at a certain point find union. Poetry [...] is an art based on language. But poetry also has a more general meaning [...] that is difficult to define because it is less determinate: poetry expresses a certain state of mind."

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I seek again that soft spot,

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Jan 9, 2014.

-All Who Fall Are Not Forgotten-

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Jan 9, 2014.

A Soldier Is A Gift 1 Reply

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things. Last reply by Dept of PMM Artists & things Mar 1, 2012.

The Night Before Gormass by katjira

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Dec 4, 2011.

A Soldier's Thanksgiving Day Prayer

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 22, 2011.


Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 12, 2011.


Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 11, 2011.


Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 11, 2011.

If you are able

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 11, 2011.

Charge of the Light Brigade

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 11, 2011.

A Remembrance Day Story

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Nov 10, 2011.

When The Lord Was Creating Vietnam Vets

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Oct 24, 2011.

'A Poem to Honor Our Soldiers...Fallen and Standing.'

Started by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler Oct 20, 2011.

Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Started by WarMouse -Manager- Jun 3, 2011.

I sit here during the long winter 11 Replies

Started by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler. Last reply by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler May 26, 2011.

A diffrent time a diffrent life one of three lives intertwined 6 Replies

Started by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler. Last reply by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler May 14, 2011.


Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Mar 22, 2011.

The Mother's Song by Jean Auel

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Feb 19, 2011.

~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~ 1 Reply

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things. Last reply by Dept of PMM Artists & things Feb 9, 2011.

By Thomas Warton the elder (1688?-1745)

Started by Dept of PMM Artists & things Feb 9, 2011.

The Wondering Minstrels A poem a day, complete with analysis, criticism, biographical info, literary anecdotes, trivia, and our own skewed sense of humour :-)

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Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 23, 2014 at 3:59pm

Smooring the Fire from Alexander Carmichael's Carmina Gadelica, published 1900.

An Tri numh (The sacred Three)
A chumhnadh, (To save,)
A chomhnadh, (To shield,)
A chomraig (To surround)
An tula, (the hearth)
An taighe, (The house,)
An teaghlaich, (The household,)
An oidhche, (This eve,)
An nochd, (This night,)
O! an oidhche, (Oh! this eve,)
An nochd, (This night,)
Agus gach oidhche, (And every night,)
Gach aon oidhche. (Each single night.)

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 23, 2014 at 3:58pm

Kath Green 12:51in the evenin' Jan 23
Thou art the King who reigns within,
The jester and the Friar,
The maiden child, innocent and bold,
The mother, crone and liar.

Thou art the meaning of success,
The flash that doeth inspire,
The holy beam of golden light,
The flickering of the fire.

Thou are the glory of the day,
The beautiful song of birds,
The light that glowest in the dark,
The poet, and the words.

And every single day I see,
In every star that shines,
With fear and wonder, joy and love,
That thee and me combines.

For in the end we are one,
The Lady and the Lord,
The spirit and the great God,
The truth I’m moving toward.

So in the day that lies ahead,
To every man and tree,
To members of the fairy lands
Bright blessing be to we.


Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 23, 2014 at 3:25pm
Can You Imagine?
(For the Child in All of Us)

Can you imagine a world without witches,
A world with all people the same?
Where the only known dragons are hiding in books,
And children are terribly tame?
A world without magic would be sad indeed.
I cannot imagine the pain
Of having a world where there's no Santa Claus,
Where wizards are searched for in vain.

Can you imagine a world without spells,
That science and businesses run?
And think of the sadness a unicorn feels
When he no longer plays in the sun
Can you imagine a world without witches,
No elves, and no magical pools?
And can you imagine how dull it would be
If all that we had were the schools?

I cannot imagine a world without witches,
A world with no magical wand.
A world without beauty, or even a dream,
Or a wood sprite of whom to be fond
They say I should grow up and be more mature,
Like a normal adult ought to do.
But I'd rather, at night, go to dance with a witch,
And I'll bet that you feel that way, too.
Robert F. Potts

Comment by msospreywoman on June 4, 2011 at 11:38am

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 The Light


From the time when I first began until now.

I have always been traveling toward the light.

Since I was young and now the years have

moved pass many moons and suns and still

I continue on the road toward the light.


The road turns and twist.

The road is filled with bumps and

sometimes thu the mist.

I find a place filled with Peace.

where I rest for awhile.  The pastures

are green and the waters are still.


It's calls to me even in my sleep.


I see the pasture green and bright,

Isee the mountains browon and gray

Isee the rivers that flow and the oceans

that push up on the shores.

I see the fish that jump and the whales

that float.


I see them all and the light call to me

to come closer to move forward.

To come to It.

And onward I go.

Past them all I travel toward the light.


No matter the rocks or the stones, no matter

the darknest, no matter those that come to

rob me, to attack me , to harm me. I move onward

toward the light, onward I must go.

For it calls to me, to come to it.

An I am overcome by it, so it brings me thu all

battles, all obsticales. 

I am the victor and the victories belong to the




Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on February 14, 2011 at 12:39pm
by BabyGirlRedHead
Are You Talking To Me

"Are you talking to me?" she said passing by
"Yes, you ... you ... next to the bald-headed guy,
"I think you're real gorgeous ... that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.

"I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies."

She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
"If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead."
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on February 14, 2011 at 12:03pm
A lonely valentine......
by neoafflictor

From the time of byzantine
it has always been serpentine
is love so clandestine
i am a lonely valentine

Like an prisoner in quarantine
you shred my heart with a guillotine
you are no longer mine
i am a lonely valentine

Like the snow in the alpine
my love was amaranthine
i thought you were my lifeline
but i am a lonely valentine

I look at my ring with aquamarine
holding your hand in a limousine
then i remember i forgot to take my fluoxetine
damn i am a lonely but happy valentine.........

PS - happy valentines day folks, i am not on medications - just sharing my
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on February 9, 2011 at 12:42pm


Rash war and perilous battle, their delight;
And immature, and red with glorious wounds,
Unpeaceful death their choice: deriving thence
A right to feast and drain immortal bowls,
In Odin’s hall; whose blazing roof resounds
The genial uproar of those shades who fall
In desperate fight, or by some brave attempt.

Quote from "Liberty", poem by James Thomson, 1700-1748

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 22, 2011 at 3:41pm
On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow 
but come--if ever before 
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's 
golden home you came 
in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air 
arriving quickly--you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again 
and in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you? 
For if she flees, soon she'll pursue,
she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give,
if not now loving, soon she'll love
even against her will." 
Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs 
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 21, 2011 at 12:16pm


I honor the place in you
in which the entire universe dwells
I honor the place in you
which is of love, of truth,
of light, and of peace
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me
♥¸¸.☆★we are one★☆.¸¸♥

spreading Love to all of you beautiful, Divine souls.
You are under the protection of Love and Light.
You are a Divine being, here to make the world a
better place. You are loved beyond the vast
expanses of the Universe you call home, and you
are welcomed.

Thank you for being you, self accepted and Free.

may this Light surround you.
Love and Light.

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 21, 2011 at 12:11pm


The wind blows, stirs, billowing flaming tresses.
A mystic magic this prize of locks possesses.
Green eyes with just a hint of mischief fill
Alluding to her strength, her forceful will.
She is so like moonlight, like full moon's light.
So pale and so perfect that it just seems right,
That freckles flecked in myriad across her skin,
As in the sky one looks at the stars within.
And beautiful without bounds, are they and she,
Without stars, where would the sky's beauty be?
Not just in the brilliant sunrise flame of her hair
But how she does everything with certain flair,
There is inside her, a flame that shows through,
In everything large and small she chooses to do.
Moods and temper flit like autumn winds blow,
Not even she, knows in which direction they'll go.
Love her, hate her, be her friend or just let her be,
Not perfect, but close enough, she a redhead, she’s me.


by tallredhead37


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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.


Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.


Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

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