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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,

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-All Who Fall Are Not Forgotten-

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The Night Before Gormass by katjira

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A Soldier's Thanksgiving Day Prayer

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If you are able

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Charge of the Light Brigade

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A Remembrance Day Story

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When The Lord Was Creating Vietnam Vets

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

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Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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I sit here during the long winter 11 Replies

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

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The Mother's Song by Jean Auel

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~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~ 1 Reply

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By Thomas Warton the elder (1688?-1745)

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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 August 30, 2010 at 3:19pm
How can I wear the harness of toil
And sweat at the daily round,
While in my soul forever
The drums of Pictdom sound?

The Drums of Pictdom
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on August 30, 2010 at 3:19pm
Something a child said many years ago...

"She often talked quietly to her mother as if she were simpy talking to herself. The mother had secretly written down the little girl's words. The little girl's real self was talking when she said,

I saw a mountain
And he was like Wotan looking at himself in the water.
I saw a cockatoo
And he was like sunset clouds.
Even leaves and little stones
Are different to my eyes sometimes.
I keep wondering through and through my heart
Where all the beautiful things in the world
Come from.
And while I wonder,
They go on being beautiful.

Later the mother put all these quiet remarks in a book, called Poems by a Little Girl. The little girl's name is Hilda Conkling. When great poets and critics, mothers and fathers, teachers, professors, and artists read these childish sayings, they all agreed that they were literature. Yet it was only a little girl talking quietly to herself."
- Hughes Mearns, chairman of the Department of Creative Education of New York University, from introduction to "Children's Own Verse" CHILDCRAFT: Book of Verse Volume One 1923?
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on August 12, 2010 at 7:09pm
The Faeries

by William Allingham

William Allingham (1828 – 1889) wrote a brief poem about faeries. To most people, it’s just a cute and catchy poem for children. However, for those who’ve studied faeries, he’s left many clues about them.

The Faeries

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping altogether;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owls’ feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

Because this poem is so famous, it’s often quoted. For example, the opening lines were quoted near the beginning of the movie Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. They also appeared in Mike Mignola’s comic book short story Hellboy: The Corpse, and in the 1973 horror film Don’t Look in the Basement.

In addition, the working title of Terry Pratchett’s The Wee Free Men was “For Fear Of Little Men”.

William Allingham and Ballyshannon

William Allingham was born around 1828 in Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal, Ireland. If you’ve seen the wild countryside around County Donegal, the poem has even greater significance. The landscape is ideal for encountering faeries.

Interestingly, archaeological digs around Ballyshannon have found pieces of quartz placed in the hands of those who died. The mystical significance of quartz makes this very curious.

Ballyshannon’s faerie history

Ballyshannon, created a Borough in 1613, is Ireland’s oldest town. In the Irish language, the town’s name is Béal Átha Seanaidh.

The highest point in the town of Ballyshannon is called Mullgoose, the site of the Mullaghnashee. That may come from “mullach,” meaning on top of, and “sidhe” or “sidh” (pronounced “shee”) meaning faeries.

At one point, St. Anne’s church was built on that site, and both the church and graveyard next to it were referred to as Sidh Aedh Ruaidh, or the Fairy Mound of Red Hugh.

“Red Hugh” — King Aedh Ruadh — ruled Ireland in the third century B.C.

A later “Red Hugh” was Aodh Rua Ó Domhnaill, anglicized as Hugh Roe Ó Donnell (abt. 1572 – 10 September 1602), often called Red Hugh II.

He was the King of Tír Chonaill (or Tyrconnell) in Donegal, and he led a rebellion against English government in Ireland. His story was made into a movie in 1966, The Fighting Prince of Donegal (Disney).

Many people believe that the hill at Mullgoose is a faerie mound, and an access point to the middle world of the faeries.
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on July 28, 2010 at 6:22pm
Moon Oh Come Into Us
Let Your Power Dance
Waxing, Waning, Shifting
Time And Tide Entrance

Luna By Your Turning
Spin The Thread We Weave
Magick We Are Making
As We Circle Dance

By: Ivo Dominguez Jr.
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on July 28, 2010 at 6:20pm
Like The Sun Weary From
The Labors Of The Year
I Stray Into The Starry Dark
To Rest And Shed A Tear
Till I Hear Your Voice And Hark
It Beckons Me

Your Life Is Not Done
The Best Is Yet To Be
Come My Dear One
Accompany Me (Chorus)

Yes, I'll Rise In The East
Stepping Through Its Rosy Door
Earth's Beauty Is A Feast
I'll Savor Ever More

Your Life Is Not Done
The Best Is Yet To Be
Come My Dear One
Accompany Me

By Ivo Domínguez, Jr
Comment by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler on May 16, 2010 at 11:20pm
Herne Who Hears All Living Things - Hear Our Call To You!
Herne Whose Name All Nature Sings - Hear Our Call To You!
Moon Stag, Horned One, Green Man, God;
Draw Near, Come Here, Be Here, Now!

By Ivo Dominguez, Jr.
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on May 14, 2010 at 9:14pm
O' Great Spirit,
Who's voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life, life to all the world, hear me!

I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every rock and leaf.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy which is myself.

Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.

So, when life fades as the falling sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

Author Unknown..
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on May 10, 2010 at 1:45pm
Mothers Day
A Mother loves right from the start.
She holds her baby close to her heart.
The bond that grows will never falter.
Her love is so strong it will never alter.
A Mother gives never ending Love.
She never feels that she has given enough.
For you she will always do her best.
Constantly working, there's no time to rest.
A Mother is there when things go wrong.
A hug and a kiss to help us along.
Always there when we need her near.
Gently wipes our eyes when we shed a tear.
So on this day shower your Mother with Love.
Gifts and presents are nice but that is not enough.
Give your Mother a day to have some peace of mind.
Be gentle, be good, be helpful, be kind.
Happy Mothers Day.
Carol Matthews
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on May 10, 2010 at 1:26pm
My mother, she was
from a good clan.
The earth of her clan
was good earth.
The earth of her clan
bore good crops.
My mother's earth bore
good wheat.
She moved it, she
threshed it,
and she gathered its
grain from the floor.

~Greek Folksong
Comment by Dept of PMM Artists & things on May 6, 2010 at 11:25pm
A Cherokee prayer blessing.

"May the warm winds of heaven blow softly upon your house,
May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there,
May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows,
And may the rainbow always touch your shoulder."

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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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