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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.

FIDDLER'S GREEN

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

THE FINAL INSPECTION

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

THE SOLDIER

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.

~FROM A SEERS LIPS~

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 19, 2011 at 2:47pm

He Comes

He comes to me everynight in a dream
me and my faceless love set and talk for hours
and everynight before he leaves i tell him that i know this is a dream
and i ask when will i see u and feel your touch in the real world
he tells me over and over again that i am not ready
this has been going on since i was 13teen and still my soulmate has yet
to step out of my dreams and into reality

 

why does he come to me in my dreams

 

by jassmine 2010

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 19, 2011 at 10:33am

Yuletown

Hickory farm village / Viewmaster square
Spy the crowds so unaware
Flagellant, naked, and scarred
Adorned with holly and ivy
See the trickster’s glint of mirth in my eye

Beard frozen / stark white mirrors
Alighting my thoughts with wonder and fear
For my magic hat came from nowhere

Come forth – rise up!
Warm your souls by my fire!
There’s a place at the table
And room at the Inn
For another sorcerer in Yuletown

I am a long lost friend draped in dark robes
A mad Russian monk
Unleashed from the ecstatic sweat and skin
Of Khlysty cellars in old Siberia

The “glad tidings” I do not bring
They are not needed – so much the better!

Pagan innocence released from its fetters
Off its knees or upon them – as ye please!

Old and ageless children
Reach deep into your bottomless bags
Light your candles, burn your pyres
Chase shadows deeper into corners where they grow

Red is our sign of blood laughter running
Spirit mingled with the juice of the Satyr-Slut within
Green is our tune of endless return
New songs written, sung, and singing

Buried are our dead
In love yet living
Ever to be reborn
In the Mystery of Making

Free is our day
Right now and on the way
Sun will shine with resurrections seamless
In This World

Now is our time
For giant strides
And footfalls that echo in the pavement canyons

Take your part in the play
Direct your role
With audacity that blankets
A blessing for everything

Re-baptize the Forbidden
With mongrel purity
-as the good and the holy –
and the “sacred unearthly” as a thin lie – overstretched!

The grave awaits
And the other side – a mysterious curtain call
For further stages of heroic loves and deeds
Defying ignorance, defying death, defying fear!

Hickory farm village / Viewmaster Square
Spy the crowds so unaware
Flagellant, naked, and scarred
Adorned with holly and ivy
See the trickster’s glint of mirth in my eye

Beard frozen, stark white mirrors
Alighting thoughts with wonder and cheer
For your magic hat must come from somewhere

Step forth – rise up!
Warm your souls by my fire
There’s a place at the table
And room at the Inn
For yet another sorcerer in Yuletown

 

by msannsboy

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on January 9, 2011 at 1:48pm

unrequited red poetry

the depths are never cool
hot shadows wave in the stillness

red ripples the leviathan darkness
delicate red dreams
fluffy red curls
coy red minnow missives
intrude
incite
incarnadine

roiling
rousing
the savage sussurus
of shadow dread gods

coalescing
circling crimson circe
coercing suck sighs
thigh slides
lust songs
drawing to the cliff

oh the cliff
oh the cliff
perched precariously
red muse
red muse
swan dive
into leviathan
one splash less orgasmic gulp
thews, tentacles
everywhere
everywhere
tightening
tightening
bestilling
dark entering red
fucking fucking
red flashes in the depths
red moans, red kisses

the depths slowly cool
still simmering
now red shadows
waving slowly

---GLOAMINGER

Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on December 8, 2010 at 3:00pm
Dancing light from a blazing hearth

Reflected in crystal edged panes

Evergreen assails our senses

Laden with mint from candy canes

Sipping our cocoa with Dickens

Cranberries and popcorn we string

Trimming the tree with memories

As outside the carolers sing

Flickering lights reach to the star

Accenting the tinsel and bows

Childish smiles as stockings are hung

As the rapture of Christmas grows

Images of childhood laughter

While snuggling to fight off the cold

Roasting chestnuts, toasting good friends

Treasures of life, worth more than gold

Friends and loved ones, surround us

Good times and memories we share

These are the treasures of Christmas

A feeling both precious and rare







Dancing light from a blazing hearth

Reflected in crystal edged panes

Evergreen assails our senses

Laden with mint from candy canes

Sipping our cocoa with Dickens

Cranberries and popcorn we string

Trimming the tree with memories

As outside the carolers sing

Flickering lights reach to the star

Accenting the tinsel and bows

Childish smiles as stockings are hung

As the rapture of Yuletide grows

Images of childhood laughter

While snuggling to fight off the cold

Roasting chestnuts, toasting good friends

Treasures of life, worth more than gold

Friends and loved ones, surround us

Good times and memories we share

These are the treasures of Yuletide

A feeling both precious and rare

by The Ancient One
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on December 3, 2010 at 1:49pm

On Self-Knowledge Kahlil Gibran

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.


And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.


Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on November 12, 2010 at 2:36pm
A Prayer For All The People:

O Holy and Powerful One

I come to you as a little one,

As one who is weak and powerless

But as one who relies o your power,

On your goodness,

Help us, your people,

To push our roots down

Into this good Earth,

You have made for us

So that we may grow

In wisdom, compassion, and love.

May all of us,

Your people, your children,

In every land,

Open our lives to you,

So that we may live together,

As your children

And brothers and sisters

To one another.

I wish all of my friends, family, and those who I do not know yet great wisdom, compassion, and love and pray that I have these things granted onto me and by me even in great times of strife.

Aho!
Comment by Denise Morgan (Helping Hand) on October 30, 2010 at 10:45pm
Nature

Nature is everything.
It doesn’t matter where you live.
Be it the city or the country.
It is everywhere… it is everything.
Nature is the air that you breathe.
It is the food that you eat.
It is the ground that you walk upon.
It is in every object that you hold.
Everything that we have…
Everything that we are…
It is a gift to us…
One that we have the honor and responsibility to care for.
Nature does not need us… we need her!
Comment by Denise Morgan (Helping Hand) on October 30, 2010 at 10:44pm
What Do You Seek

What do you seek…
Knowledge to fill your mind…
Love to fill your heart…
Money to fill your pocket…
Things to fill your home…
Why do you feel empty…
Do you not have those that love you…
Do you not have friends that care…
Do you not have a person who calls you theirs…
Yet still…
What do you seek…
Comment by Denise Morgan (Helping Hand) on October 30, 2010 at 10:44pm
Perfect Love & Perfect Trust

With Perfect Love and Perfect trust,
We need not fear the time past dusk.
In love and light… we go through the night
With hands to hold… more valued than silver or gold
Having found some peace of mind,
Knowing they are so gentle and kind.
We can drift to sleep… knowing our souls they shall keep.
Comment by Denise Morgan (Helping Hand) on October 30, 2010 at 10:44pm
Familiars

You sit there and stare at me,
What do you think?
You come and you love me…
Comfort me when I cry…
You come to me in the morning,
And welcome the day with a stretch.
Then in the evening you are always near.
As I o about my day, running to and fro,
You sit there and you stare at me…
With that look of content…
Thank you my friend… for always being near.
 

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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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