Fountain Pen Poetry

[RitaCarbon]

Once upon a merry knight

moon was shining, starry bright

upon black velvet sprinkly layed

as diamonds out for sale displayed

 

Purposeful the minstrels sang

into the darkness voices rang

joyous, gaily they attired

frolicking on till all retired

 

Maidens dancing, young men prancing

better this, than be out lancing

as they strive to out compete

desiring their lives complete

 

should they be lucky and grow old

wisely finding there is no gold

or riches can compare

to youthful life with shiny hair

 

The beast in us makes us fight

and spend our life, without light

much too late we learn the truth

after we have lost our youth

 

that there is no turning back

to grasp for what we now lack

now its over, life is sung

youth is wasted on the young

 

 

Simon

This is not related to pens, but it's written by our FPN poet whose poems never stop to amaze me with their beauty, wonder, melody, and meaning... "youth is wasted on the young" It carries a special message for me: "the beast in us makes us fight." I received this message in the middle of my own fight. It touched me so deeply that I decided to tame my inner beast. As someone said in our Stupid New Year Resolution thread, "This year I give up..." So, anyone who can hear me: "I give up.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"Whatever. Let's continue our work that we started here. The rest has no meaning.

Rita

 

Edited January 17, 2010 by RitaCarbon

[Scrawler]

Been a while since I posted here. (Maybe a year? Maybe two?) Here's a short offering:

 

A draft of liquid black that lingers

Upon a sheet of woven white.

I hold panache within my fingers,

And savoir-faire (and do it right).

 

But suddenly a sputtered stop:

So now a dip, a twist, then two.

There falls a moment's pregnant drop--

And I return to write anew.

 

Love it. So short and to the point

[RitaCarbon]

And notice that line that still makes me smile with joy

 

"There falls a moment's pregnant drop"

 

Is it about Pregnant Parker pen? I even can see a drop of ink there... I simply love this line.

[Scrawler]

Over there, under that tree

The poet sits, with pad on Knee

With his fountain pen in hand

He looks out, surveys the land

with his mind he tries to see

 

What is here, that will inspire?

Thinking hard, he did inquire.

With his pen poised over pad

there was no idea to be had

his wrinkled brow it did perspire.

 

Then a bird flew over head

by its flight his pen was lead

his nib upon the paper glowed

with haste new words from it outflowed

and this is what those words said,

 

Right down here, below this bough

my pen it speaks to you right now

of beauty and the turning earth

of flighted joy that has no dearth

of places birds must go

 

So it is with me, my friend,

these words which to you I send

my thanks for your appreciation

let you know of my elation

that what I writ did not offend

 

 

Simon

 

 

I love this a lot. I imagine that that it's dedicated to me..

 

 

What you say is very true,

I dedicate this gift to you.

for like the bird that just flew by

you gave to me a reason why

I should fill my pen with blue

[Scrawler]

And notice that line that still makes me smile with joy

 

"There falls a moment's pregnant drop"

 

Is it about Pregnant Parker pen? I even can see a drop of ink there... I simply love this line.

I think it is not of necessity about the Parker. Pregnant is full, plump and round, evocative of the shape of drops. A "pregnant pause" is a pause in conversation that is full of hidden meaning, significant to someone in the conversation. The drop is rounded and swells at the end of the nib and pauses a moment before falling. It is absolutely one of the best lines I have read in a long time.

[RitaCarbon]

 

What you say is very true,

I dedicate this gift to you.

for like the bird that just flew by

you gave to me a reason why

I should fill my pen with blue

 

 

Thank you very much, Simon! You have a very generous heart.

 

Rita

 

 

[RitaCarbon]

As a life-long admirer and devotee of the instrumental music of J S Bach you can imagine my pleasure in being given a commission to produce this piece of text for framing!

Paying personal homage and being paid for the privilege, can't be bad!

 

 

http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd289/caliken_2007/BachGigue3.jpg

 

 

This is something very special. I love Bach and play his music every day on my piano. When I saw this, my heart almost stopped. It's poetry, it's a visual art form, and it's full of music.

 

Thank you for creating it,

 

Rita

[RitaCarbon]

This was a song on Land Before Time 2, I think you'd relate. It was sung by two characters, Ozzy & Strut.

 

Eggs

 

When I wake up

First thing I do

E-e-ggs

Is to look around

For something to chew

"Eggs-actly"

Feeding myself is very, very tricky

Because you see, I'm ridiculously picky

E-e-ggs

 

This Struthiomimus

Won't settle for the dregs

I'll borrow

I'll beg

I'll even kiss you

For my dear beloved dose...

Of eggs

 

 

Hurry, Ozzy, I'm so hungry

I can't wait for another minute.

Here's a juicy little leaf

With a beautiful stick in it.

Can't I have a taste...

If I promise just to lick it?

 

Ozzy (shouted not spoken)

Strut!

 

Strut

What!

 

Ozzy

You imbecilic eater

Great green globs couldn't

Possibly be sweeter

Than a pile of eggs

 

You've got to smell them

Feel them

Crack them open

For a great big nest full

I am hoping

 

Strut

I'm starving! I'm weak!

There's nothing in my tummy.

The mold on that tree

(Sung:) is starting to look yummy.

 

Ozzy

The colors and shapes

And assorted sizes

Gobble them all

For appetizers

Eggs-tasy

 

Strut

Ozzy, what's the matter

With a little vegetation?

 

Ozzy

I've had it up to hear

With this aggravation!

 

Strut

Can't I have

This piece of a tree?

 

Ozzy

Why can't you be more

Like me?

You leaf-loving

 

Strut

Hey

 

Ozzy

Bush-burping

Stem-smelling

Garden-gorging

 

Strut

Wait a minute!

 

Ozzy

Plant-popping, tree-tasting,

Dirt-devouring beast!

 

Strut

Ozzy

 

Ozzy

You've got to have eggs

Thrice a day

At least

 

Strut

E-e-ggs.

This is so personal. Those who follow my posts and participated in related threads (What Is In Your Philosophy, The Incredible Edible Eggs, etc.) will appreciate this sweet little song provided by our evil genius philosopher/poet Eilu.Thank you very much Eilu! You made my breakfast!

 

[RitaCarbon]

We have a new submission from Grant Keller. This little haiku is very sensual and lovely. It came out of a larger poem called "Kiss of Ink"

 

Lit by sun's first light

wet ink glides on pristine sheets

thirsty for my thoughts

 

Edited February 4, 2010 by RitaCarbon

[RitaCarbon]

Scrawler has created another pearl! Born out of the thread about "girly" handwriting.

 

Even though you are quite burly

you write just like a girly

with all those loops

and plenty of swoops

and your attitude is surly

 

if you wish to be more man

change your name to Stan

avoiding all inks

that colored are pinks

though risking becoming wan

 

but truthfully if you dare

show the world you don't care

continuing to write

demonstrate your might

and exhibiting your flair

 

[inkypete]

Thought I would try a limerick

 

 

 

There once was a writer from Kew

Who filled his fountain pen with glue

He said the trick

Was to make his words stick

A decision I'm sure he will rue

Edited February 5, 2010 by inkypete

[RitaCarbon]

Thought I would try a limerick

 

 

 

There once was a writer from Kew

Who filled his fountain pen with glue

He said the trick

Was to make his words stick

A decision I'm sure he will rue

 

 

 

Very charming! Thank you very much, Inkypete.

 

Rita

[Scrawler]

Thought I would try a limerick

 

 

 

There once was a writer from Kew

Who filled his fountain pen with glue

He said the trick

Was to make his words stick

A decision I'm sure he will rue

:clap1: Excellent, I love the Limerick form for humor.

 

At his desk sat the Bishop of Whittingham

Thinking of words and of writing 'em

With a stroke of his pen

he wrote some and then

admired his lines and the wit in 'em

 

:roflmho:

Edited February 5, 2010 by Scrawler

[RitaCarbon]

Oh, what the heck. I'll post a couple of pictures! The first one is one of my senior portraits from last year (wearing makeup), and the second one is older me (not wearing makeup) + toddler me.

 

http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy159/irbyls/2994_85465451016_502721016_2166572_.jpg

 

http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy159/irbyls/4578_102423306016_502721016_2356669.jpg

 

I looked into these pages

and this is what I saw

the finest sight in ages

the fairest girl in Arkansas

her smile is very pretty

with eyes so shining bright

a face that's live and witty

to behold is sheer delight

 

In addition to all of this

what more could anyone ask

I appears that this young miss

when writing is her task

does not take a ball on stick

to, on paper place her lines

but more wisely, is wont to pick

a fountain pen with tines

 

 

Here is another one from Scawler! Very beautiful poetry devoted to our very beautiful FPNer.

 

You have a widely open heart for beauty, Simon. Please, continue watching it and deiler it to us with your sensitive heart.

 

Rita

[RitaCarbon]

Here comes my Scrawler again! This is the funniest he wrote so far. It's about "manly" handwriting.

 

You knew that. It's always about the dialectical opposites. To be more manly, one has to accept his feminine side.

 

Oh you are so funny

that was quite a joke

but you are on the money

I really am a bloke

 

I swear a lot and drink my beer

I swagger and I strut

as girls go by I turn and leer

my head is full of smut

 

I do this stuff that manly

it's natural you see

'cos my name is Stanley

and I can stand to pee

 

I'm insensitive and cloddish

not gived to too much brain

my face is colored radish

and my mind it don't retain

 

I don't got no manners

an' I'd rather play with cars

I uses wrench and hammers

an' I likes to hang in bars

 

But when I 'as to write a note

to remind me what to buy

an' others see what I 'as wrote

they says you ain't no guy

 

I dot my I's with hearts

and make a little swirl

then I turns around and farts

and you know I aint' no girl

 

Edited February 6, 2010 by RitaCarbon

[RitaCarbon]

Scrawler is on the roll. Look what a beautiful poem he devoted to our fellow FPNer:

A lady called Foxtail gave away a box of entry level pens to encourage newbies, on the "pay it forward" thread. She had so many responses and requests for her pens that she felt bad about not being able to make a gift to everyone, so I wrote this for her:

 

http://www.fountainp...ost__p__1399769

 

Simon

 

 

And here is his poem:

Well, this was rough! If I do this again, I'm going to give them to someone else to give away.

 

Kristi

 

Bless-ed are they,

who give things away

and bless-ed are they who receive

 

without the largess

to they that you bless

the world would be darkened and gray

 

you distribute your gifts

in hopes they uplifts

a spirit that guides us the way

 

of your example

have we here ample

forward is where we should pay

 

to all of us here

your encouragement's dear

this is the thing we should do

 

we are too many

wanting for any

and the pens that you have are too few

 

the choices you make

when you undertake

to lessen the load on your desk

 

causes some strain

coupled with pain

and more than a bit of regret

 

but take it from me

I know that you'll see

that all of your effort's worthwhile

 

the best we can do

is forward to you

our thanks in the form of a smile

 

have you no worry

and be you not sorry

for happiness is what you have spread

 

what you have done

shines out like the sun

and delights in the way you have lead

Thank you, Simon, for your warm and soul-touching words! And Kristi, thank you for being such an inspiration not only to Simon but to all of us.

Rita

[RitaCarbon]

And look what we have here again. Our FPN poet Scrawler writes a sonnet that he dedicates to the Ladies of FPN for Valentine's day. What a beautiful gift for all of us! Thank you very much, Simon.

 

Beauty is much more than skin

it is a glow from deep within

Some are merely fair of face

others given to physic grace

in this place called F-P-N

the best are ladies of the pen

be they young, or gently grown

sweet, demure, or wildly sown

inviting they with their must

a different and a deeper lust

of intellect and artistry

understanding and philosophy

ignited passions fires burning

leaving hearts in twists and yearning

 

[Scrawler]

I am sitting here old and tired

I have a new pen, but uninspired

need to test it, nothing to write

I stare at this page as it remains white

 

My pen is poised, ink on nib dries

I have no idea, as all thinking dies

This new pen, I am so keen to test

its bold nib could be one of the best

 

The nib could be smooth for all that I know

but devoid of thought I can't make it go

how will I know, if I like this new pen

If I do not use it, again and again

 

Why is it that when I need to write new

the thoughts that I have are stilted and few

When this pen came, this morning by post

after waiting, anticipating it most

 

I opened a bottle of finest black ink

filled it right quick and settled to think

to whom do I owe a letter today

is there anything I really must say

 

as I have not, and nothing to do

I thought I would tell my sad tale to you

Now that I've done, I see I was right

This pen is good, it really can write.

Edited February 10, 2010 by Scrawler

[RitaCarbon]

Excellent! Out of the empty page and heavy uninspired thinking, a sad beautiful tale is born. Just by testing a new pen...

 

Our Scrawler is good, he really can write!

Edited February 10, 2010 by RitaCarbon

[Scrawler]

Excellent! Out of the empty page and heavy uninspired thinking, a sad beautiful tale is born. Just by testing a new pen...

 

Our Scrawler is good, he really can write!

Yes, this is a completely true story. I have this beautiful new pen. A care package arrived from Tokyo this morning and among the assortment of lovely things was a new pen, and it needed testing, and that is what happened. It proves it is a good pen, if it can write like that. I have it on my note book in front of me right now, just in case it decides to leap in to my hand for another go.