Perusing The Poetry Palace

My name is Peter, and put simply I adore poetry. I shall continually create and share my poetry here, with the aim of becoming better at my craft. They say you need to put in 1,000 hours to become a master of something. Let's write 1,000 poems instead! I am continually looking out for prompts, style suggestions, and feedback, so please use that submit button!

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Easy - Meaning ‘Without Effort’

No energy wasted on trying to convince the thirsty horse to drink, Or to squeeze a peg into an off-size hole. A natural fit, which leaves no unseemly join, Only a smooth connection from which to enjoy the sum of the parts.

-P.J-

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(C.B)(7.15.18)

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Two people tried to build a path Beside a wild sea, Alas the route would never last The waves ne’er let it be.

So ‘stead they built a solid wall And stood upon the sand, Remaining there with fear of fall They clasped each other’s hand.

As time went by the oceans churned The water left the shore, And though for walking they both yearned Their feet would move no more.

If any step was made by one To brave the draining surf, The path and journey would be done They’d lay on fresh green turf.

-P.J-

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Through the River

Through the cycle of Spring - Through the slow winding river -  Through the myriad scenes I am still and behold.

Through the bird chorus sing - Through the lofty tree shiver - Through the natural orchestra my ear was told.

Through the peace in each thing - Through the truth they deliver- Through the calmness, my mind and my soul, could unfold.

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Symptoms and Synapses

Dun-dadun. Dun-dadun. Dun-dadun.

My heart beats normally, without error. My life goes on, without issue.

And yet my soul hears it differently:

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heavy knocking at the rib, each pulse a push. My brain feels tired and worn, grinding gears unpleasant to the ear, running a million calculations and finding no solutions or causes. As though my heart is pounding at the door to the world, waiting for something to open it. As though my brain knows something is missing or wrong and is trying to figure it.

My body is healthy and rested. My soul tires.

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What Be The Sea?

What be the sea and rumbling tide? The depths within the blue, inside the belly of the unknown beast. Which roams the sandy floor to feast.

The crash of waves upon the rock, which sends the surf afly, and knocks a drumming drum on Neptune’s lair - and tussles deadly mermaids hair.

Upon the surface, boats will fly - with sails full and masts up high, ‘til serpents splinter through the deck to plunder freely from the wreck.

What be the sea? A risk too steep. With monsters that will never sleep. A life of legends, free and grand. But I shall stay upon the land.

~ Peter T.B ~

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A Tryptic Portrait

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A fire imbues

Your hair through your hands

As fingers work dye

Through long silken strands

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The stars in your eyes

Reside there at will

They brighten the days

They glimmer and thrill

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The radiant dawn

Arrives every time

Your lips form a smile

(And tastes so sublime)

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~ Peter T.B ~

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Blocked

Blocked up

Only drip escapes my pores Only trickle hits the page

Blocked the road with mindlessness So nothing leaves or enters cage

Need to repair this two-way street Maintenance to clear the crud

The waters will flow free again I will rise from the mud

~Peter T.B~

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Understanding

We met We talked We spoke of things Of days Of nights Of shiny rings

Of joy that filled us with delight And sadness in an endless night

We asked We quizzed We understood Our ways Our tastes Our love for good

Our differences that caught our sight And similarities so bright

We talked and yet we did not know This thing that had begun to grow It had a hand in each one's heart And brought us close so we might start To understand the bond we own A new age where we're not alone

~Peter T.B~

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Musings

Looking at a useful website talking about how to put poetry out into the world, and a small plan is forming.

Develop an online presence across social media platforms. Gather an audience that way.

Develop a series of children's poems, then

Self-publish a selection, then

Try and let places in Plymouth (and London) give me a spot to do some public readings of said children's poetry.

Sell some of the self-published stuff through the readings.

Enter as many poetry competitions as possible

Write some more selections of poems, submit to small poetry magazines.

All the while keeping up to online presence.

Submit to larger magazines.

Eventually build up to getting a book published!

I'll have to take another look at this plan when it's not 2AM, but here's hoping that I have a base to work to now!

- It also means I'll have to write a number of poems which I can't put up here, since that voids the conditions for most publishing and competition things. It'll feel weird not putting them here! But rest assured, there'll still be stuff coming up here, I'll just keep certain selections of things and such for other use.

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Heading Further Afield

Recently I've had a couple of suggestions to share my poetry outside of tumblr, and start networking to try and increase both my knowledge of what's out there, and build up some relationships with others in the field.

My first step has been to get onto the website Poetry.com and begin sharing my poems there too, it would be a great help to me if you could head over there and give my poems a rating or review! It also allows people to share the poems with greater ease which should be good.

But that's not enough, so if anybody has any suggestions: Places I should check out, people I should look up, etc. Please let me know!

Where do I go from here?

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Thoughts on 'Tigers'

This poem was created from the promt of 'Tigers' given to me by a friend. I instantly thought of creating something that sounded like a child's poem, akin to Dr Zeus. The choice to use iambic pentameter was to place some challenge into the creation of the poem, making me think about word choice in both a structural, as well as semantic way. The simple descriptions also fit with the child audience intended.

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Thoughts on 'Beginings'

This poem was written as the first of my new set as a challenge to write 1,000 poems in a journey to understand and hone my craft. It represents my journey, moving from writing purely from inspiration to writing as practice and experimentation (I tread upon a different shore), and the battle I had to face against myself to even decide to undertake this challenge. I went from rhyming couplets which is my normal standard to ABAB with a strict meter to start testing the discipline involved. It's one of my poems I'm very proud of due to its solid simplicity.

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Tigers [#3]

Oh children, listen close and heed my words, for you have heard all I can say on birds, and fish now hold no secrets of their own. Now time to hear the greatest beast that's known.

There lives a cat with size beyond compare, and majesty surrounds it in the air. It's fur of golden orange sits it proud, and stripes as black as night without a cloud.

The other animals around adore, but they all know to flee before it's roar, and should you find it there in front of you, there really isn't anything to do.

For once the tiger has you in his sight, he'll lick his lips and eat you up that night. Oh children, listen close and heed my words, or you will end up carrion for the birds.

~Peter T.B~

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Vict'ry [#2]

Let the audience gossip and glare, They have nothing they can compare, To what we achieve when we dare, To work triumphant as a pair, And play the game but play it fair, We'll soon come to our vict'ry there.

~ Peter T.B ~

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Beginings [#1]

What once was here is here no more, A new day dawns upon this road, I tread upon a different shore, And seek all that which I am owed.

It takes some courage to begin, Command your feet to make their move, To end before the start is sin, When you have got so much to prove.

So up the mantle I do take, To boldly go to the unknown, And leave all doubters in my wake, 'Till I arive atop my throne.

~Peter T.B~

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An Update, And A Challenge!

Now that my end of year university exams are coming to a close, I have decided to renovate this blog, and set it to work properly. Making it more viewer friendly. If you have any advice for me in that regard, please send it in! I would love to hear it!

Next, I am taking the reins and begining a challenge. Based on the '1,000 hours needed to become a master' saying, I have decided to write 1,000 poems. Thinking about it, that's a rather large undertaking. It will by no means be a quick and easy challenge, but that is why it is a challenge in the first place. I will be using these poems as a way of learning my craft more. I will play with pentameters, prompts, poems by others adapted, and many more methods in order to raise my skill.

I hope those of you who have followed me thus far will accompany me on this journey, and enjoy what comes of it!

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