Magnetic Poetry


ATTENTION!

In 1997, our previous host, Angelfire, experienced a hardware problem, and this page was lost. It has been rebuilt from an April 1997 backup, but some poems may have been lost. If your poetry used to be on this page and isn't here now, please let me know. If you'd like me to consider a new poem for this page, please send it to me, along with a good e-mail address to which I can send a reply. Thanks.
-- Karen J. Fish


This is an expanding collection of poetry created using individual words mounted on magnets as, for example, those found in the Magnetic Poetry Kit available via the Internet or in certain museum shops and mailorder catalogs.

The medium is not necessarily the message.

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  • New Poems!

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    Brand new from Liz Neame on the filing cabinet in her room when she was supposed to be revising:

    lover

    He dark like bomb
    She slender like glass
    bruised
    Yet will not leave

    (c) 1999 Liz Neame


    Three lovely ones created by Sleeping Cat on her black magnetic poetry stand:

    A Taste of Rain

    I am delirious
    My shadow sleeps above you
    Languid light
    Drunk on storms

    (c) 1997 Sleeping Cat


    White Dreams

    Whisper in my language and I will run to you
    You are a thousand cool white dreams
    A smooth shadow
    A sleeping storm
    Raw light in winter
    Essential power

    (c) 1997 Sleeping Cat


    Lies

    Bitter skin beneath milk white sleep
    My tongue whispering lies to your cool bare shadow
    Sweet raw ache of sad dreams
    and rusting beauty

    (c) 1997 Sleeping Cat


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    From BTA (3 friends on a fridge)

    She sings the summer sky to sleep.

    A drunk delirious goddess runs to love and trips at his feet.

    I wanted to fall in hot chocolate with him, but the moment was gone...

    The Shadow of Death can shake through the most powerful of men.

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    And a bit of non-magnetic poetry (somewhat in "magnetic style") from Martin Webb:

    Moonlight

    Night, in her sullen cheeks and purple veil;
    Enchantress, promising great, glistening seductions beneath wisping, gilded light,
    Lures all to the dark kingdom, to the other side of life,
    Until her sister, the dawn, exposes her lurid, obsidian dreams.

    Eyes Upon Heaven

    Stars shiver in their crystal rhythm of light like the pulse of the music of life.
    Desperately, my eyes trace them, searching all infinity in question, searching for God
    with the sincerity of prayer.

    Again

    I come again to you, what love has made sacred,
    Each gesture, each intention, sacrosanct.
    I want to do it right, speak the incantation.
    If my intention is pure enough, my sacrifice will preserve and please the flame of your desire.

    The Bone

    The marrow grows cold this life, my death, grows old somber ages my soul has waited to rest upon the edge of endlessness.

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    Refrigerator Poetry

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    Aurora

    A delicate summer goddess,
    she rose from her bed of honey-drunk sky.
    Her gown of winter-cool petals whispered,
    "Still the wind.
    Light the day.
    Dream time into lazy music."
    Beauty chants in forest leaves.
    Shadows fall.
    Love aches.

    (c) 1996 Karen J. Fish

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    Duet

    Together we sing a sea-spray symphony.
    You are the storm-boiling sea,
    I the raining mist.

    (c) 1996 Karen J. Fish

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    Subsistence

    No meat.
    No chocolate.
    Only a garden smell
    and hot sweat.

    (c) 1996 Karen J. Fish

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    Sleep

    A smooth, black shadow flooding
    head
    arms
    legs
    feet
    See not nor cry.
    Still a vision may come.

    (c) 1996 Karen J. Fish

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    Voice

    Why does man sing?
    To worship beauty,
    chanting light and shadow,
    To soar through the void,
    To live in boiling blood,
    power and vision.
    In deathless love, whispering music
    floods the breast of woman.

    (c) 1996 Karen J. Fish

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    Sometimes I wish that I wasn't here maybe you will then start to care
    I feel lost in a world of my own
    I constantly feel all alone.

    (c) 1996 Lin Z.

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    Religion

    Religion is the
    Faith that you have in yourself,
    Which allows you to believe in what you
    Fear is true.

    (c) 1976 D. K. Horst

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    To recall moments past
    is to incubate times to come.

    (c) 1996 George M. Fish

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    A Bit O' Doggerel Verse

    If my feet are in the forest
    or I summer by the sea,
    wherever you are nearest
    it's there I want to be.

    (c) 1996 Lorna W. Johnson

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    To Dorman

    Child
    Circle
    Cloud
    Joy
    Kiss
    Friend
    Father
    Mother
    Daughter
    Brother
    Rain rhythm
    God
    all

    (c) 1996 George M. Fish

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    Fiddle a symphony,
    Cut out a moon.
    Cook up a diamond,
    But pound not our dream.

    (c) 1996 Lorna W. Johnson

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    Languid or delirious,
    gorgeous or replusive,
    the symphony plays on.

    (c) 1996 Lorna W. Johnson

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    Gown most elaborate,
    Hair of pink,
    Clothe a frantic
    void, I think.

    (c) 1996 Lorna W. Johnson

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    She, seeing gorgeous sky,
    red rose garden,
    lake,
    diamond,
    dreams essential coolness.
    Shine, sweet music vision.
    The symphony
    will next whisper and
    urge enormous love.

    (c) 1996 Gina Wallace

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    Tell my luscious cook
    why chocolate smell
    always whispers like
    a shadow goddess.

    (c) 1996 DeWayne B. Johnson

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    Filing Cabinet Poetry

    Filing Cabinet Poems from Maureen Little & "drop-ins"at her office

    Lightly urging beneath hair falling
    like water mist through a still picture
    yet the two lie delicate and true,
    their no-stop moment together.
    Think of it.

    She said let it be mad time
    and see them stare.
    Why recall the easy out?
    Beat it and avoid languid will.
    She screams essential language.

    I want him with honey he sweat with me crush me goddess.
    I am the symphony of lust, none as juiced as we and hot.

    Fluffy puppy sing about need for place in pound.

    How bitter
    as one may tell
    from purple smell.

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    Mag Board Poetry

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    Locker Poetry

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    Medicine Cabinet Poetry

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    Dumpster Poetry

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    How to Participate

    If you wish to contribute your own favorite magnetic poetry (composed by you) or to make suggestions, please e-mail MagPoet@ffish.com. State whether you wish your e-mail address to be made available to readers.

    Guidelines for Magnetic Poetry in This Collection:

    1. Avoid using words not available in your set of magnetic words.
    2. Add punctuation where appropriate.
    3. Strive for quality and readability.
    4. Understand that material the Editor finds obscene or offensive will be discarded.
    5. You may use words not in your set in the title.
    6. State the type of surface on which the poetry was created (e.g., refrigerator, filing cabinet, etc).

    To the Author:

    You ("the Author") acknowledge that any poetry submitted for presentation here is your own artistic creation, that you have the right to grant the non-exclusive right to present it in this collection, and that you are requesting that Karen J. Fish ("the Editor") do so. Any poetry presented here remains the property of the Author. The Author may request its removal from this collection at any time, and the Editor will remove it in a timely manner. The publication of the Author's poetry here does not entitle the Author to any payment of any kind. Inclusion in this collection is at the sole discretion of the Editor.

    To the Reader (copyright notice):

    All material in this collection is the property of the author of that material. No material in this collection, or any portion thereof, may be reproduced and/or distributed in any form without prior, express permission of its author.

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    If you have comments, suggestions or wish to contribute your own poetry, send e-mail to: MagPoet@ffish.com.
    Last updated 25 September 1998.

    (c) 1997 by Flying Fish Creations