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Meet Soulcist: A Georgia Poet who Loves His Home and Family

 

Yusemi and Soulcist

Yusemi and Soulcist

Soulcist has been on the site for close to a year now, and he has certainly made his presence felt with over 54,000 contributions. He’s a Senior Mentor, a Vandal Patrol Generalist, a Community Outreach WikiGuide and a Category Supervisor in six categories! He is most active in Teen Dating and Xbox Live. In his free time he teaches himself to build software-based webites. He is devoted to a few very special people, including Yusemi and his grandmother, but get to know him and you will see he is sensitive and considerate of everyone in his life and on our site. To find out more about Soulcist, visit his profile where he shares some of his own beautiful poetry and more. We are lucky to have such a genuine person as a member of our community and we can only wish him the best. Continue reading →

Meet C.Hainsaw: He’s out of this world!

Meet C.Hainsaw. He’s one of the most cherished and longstanding members of our Community. In trust points alone he’s over the 2600 mark. Overall, C.Hainsaw has almost 248,000 contributions! His knowledge is broad which qualifies him to supervise many categories, especially those related to the US Military, Law and Legal Issues, and Jobs and Education. He participates enthusiastically in our contests and programs, and has won many awards. Among them, he was the top Mentor for the Most Outstanding Performance Overall in the 2011 WAmmy and he won the Best How-To in the 2010 WAmmy. Read more to learn about this wise and thoughtful member of Answers.com who is also, by the way, passionate about his family! Continue reading →

An Ode to Answers.com

Answers.comOne of our contributors, Judy Florian, provides an interesting look inside this crazy ride called Answers.com in our featured poem this week. Answers.com has facts about the Battle of Waterloo and it also has the latest reality show gossip. But it all falls into place and we learn from each other while building the world’s leading Q&A site.

We Learn from YOU, by Judy Florian, July 8, 2010

Need quick answers to your problems?
Volunteers will reply to each of them.
From students’ to professionals’ wisdom
We give true answers to all who come.

Answers.com is the place to turn!
For any subject you wish to learn.
Type a question, see what’s there!
Celebrity to chemistry to polar bear.

Are you curious about Lindsay Lohan?
Database design? or the newest band?
Tracing of blood through your heart?
Give us a topic from which to start!

Ask the most trivial, the most obscure.
Ask about what makes you feel unsure.
We’ll do our best to explain it well,
Define, describe, in detail we’ll tell.

Studying the history of Women’s Lib?
Don’t understand parents? problem sibs?
Concerned about how your boyfriend acts?
Want to understand, know, get the facts?

Want help for your relationship stress?
How she could cheat, but not confess?
Are you figuring out personality types?
Want to understand what’s all the hype?

Test questions? Well, that’s not our goal.
Supplies of test answers creates a hole
In learning all that you will need to know.
But by explanation, Answers we’ll show.

Our directions will give you the source.
Show you ways to pass that school course!
And in the process, volunteers learn too.
From Bieber, to NASA, we learn from YOU!

It’s easy to register and to join the site,
Become a contributor, post Answers right.
Newbie to experienced Answers.com pro,
In your contributions, let knowledge show!

Earn Trust Points with answers written well.
Compassion, respect, and your grammar tells
That you’re one who will share all you know
For recent questions, or ones from long ago.

Then work your way up, if that’s what you want.
Consistency makes advancement an easy jaunt!
Come quick to www.answers.com to get it right.
Answers.com, The World’s Leading Q&A Site.

Anku m knows what she is

Anku m is another one of our Answers.com contributors with a penchant for poetry. She enjoys studying science in school (biology in particular). But when school’s out she focuses her energies on more creative pursuits, including digital photography, painting and the written word. This poem of hers is titled “I know what I am.”

I know what I am, by Anku m

Certain things to know
Obstination they show
Still I don’t know
Why they slow…

If I go round ‘n’ round
Earth I may see
Is not what I think
Oh! I remember
There are many things
Out of my know-how

I wondered life
Yes, I know it strides
Learnin’ from episodes
Trials and ordeals
From birth to present time
And to death

Certain things to know
Obstination they show
Still I don’t know
Why they slow…

Not immortal
Or just divine
In this present time
I know
As its very far
A way from my go
Better there are
Many things to know

Life’s so illustrative
But why am I not illustrious
Mind inquisitive
Mind anxious
Nothing I know

Certain things to know
Obstination they show
Still I don’t know
Why they slow…

One cannot know everything
But I know what I am

Bigcatone is loving life

Big catHave you met the Big Cat?  (No, I’m not talking about the famous baseball slugger)   Bigcatone is an Answers.com supervisor who also happens to have been a zoologist in a former life.  You’ll typically find him on the prowl in the Wild Cats category but he can do the History thing too. Rumor has it he can even belt out a song or two on the side!

This man of many talents is now showcasing his writing talents for us.  This week’s feature in the Poetry Cafe is about love and what it means to the Big Cat.

Untitled, by Bigcatone

To hold you close at dawn’s first light
to kiss those lips at lost midnight
To see the ruins of the dying day
And suppress the love we gave away

To realize the true love story
and live our lives
In true love glory
To breathe the air that swirls about
to whisper when we need to shout

To feel the life we made anew
To see the grass in morning dew
To walk along the beach at dawn
And know you are the only one

To watch the sunrise over the gate
To hear the night as it abates
Feeling love and evermore
A walk along the golden shore

To let you know the way I feel
To let hearts once broken heal
and hold the hand I treasure most
As love grows ‘long the golden coast

Nina567: When it rains it pours.

We’re continuing our tradition of highlighting poets in the Answers.com community this week.  Sadie Huemer, a.k.a. “Nina567,” is one of our newest contributors.  She also happens to be a budding poet.  She stepped forward with this poem about the rain which has a profound effect on her.

[If you would like your original poetry profiled on this blog, please e-mail it to poetry @ wikianswers.com (no spaces) and include your Answers.com username!]

Rain, by Sadie Huemer

Rain patters on the pale glass that is left in my life,
it drains through first my brain then slowly, squeezes through my heart,
it touches me like a red blanket wrapped around in a world full of grasp,
It touches me like a cat in a lake not moving or speaking,
and even though I can feel it, it really isn’t there.
The End

Sophie200: My voice

You may have happened across Sophie200‘s last contribution to the Poetry Cafe, Wait for me. It was so great we’re welcoming back Sophie for an encore.

When it comes to answering on Answers.com you’ll often find her in the Hamsters section. Sophie wishes she had an unusual hobby like trainspotting or skydiving but, alas, she does not. But don’t think that makes her easy to understand. She’s complicated to decode, just like the essence of her poems. One of her favorites is published below.

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My Voice, by Sophie200

Flood in the light to block out the dark,
break down the walls that guard the heart.

Reveal the secrets to cover the lies,
identity drowning in the tears of my eyes.

Innocence gone at the flick of a switch,
To love or to hate – I can’t decide which.

Imagination glows fiery and alight,
Passion lives in me, gone is the night.

You make me laugh, you make me smile,
time spent with you, seems so worthwhile.

True love kicks the heart and tears at the soul,
Finally motivation, I’m left with a goal.

To live or to die is not a hard choice,
when happiness speaks out love is my only voice.

Mike 2: Summing Up the Answers Summit

We welcome Mike 2 back again to write about the Answers Summit.  As you can gather below, a great time was had by all!

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The Answers Summit, by Mike 2

The Answers Summit was just brill
To come from England was such a thrill

Pirates and Ninjas were out in force
Wikiholics are we, it was par for the course

Likeminded people who care for the site
The Georgia Aquarium was a brilliant night

Bruce took the mike, he sang Mack the Knife
Better singing I’ve never heard in my life

To get to the Summit, it was such a pleasure
Meeting my friends is something I’ll treasure

Mike 2: The 12 Wiki Days of Christmas

As promised, here’s the second of Mike 2′s trio of poems this holiday. This is his own “wiki” take on an old standby…

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The 12 Wiki Days of Christmas, by Mike 2

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A question from the wiki category

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three new answers, two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven premier answerers, six questions to merge, five new users,
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight questions to split, seven premier answerers, six questions to merge,
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine SPAs, eight questions to split, seven premier answerers,
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten updated answers, nine SPAs, eight questions to split,
Seven premier answerers, six questions to merge, five new users,
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven brand new mentors, ten updated answers, nine SPAs,
Eight questions to split, seven premier answerers, six questions to merge,
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve vandals to block, eleven brand new mentors, ten updated answers,
Nine SPAs, eight questions to split, seven premier answerers,
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points

And a question from the wiki category!

Mike 2: Happy Holidays

Mike 2′s last poem brought such a smile to our faces we’re having him back for an encore performance these next three days.  The first poem of this special Poetry Cafe trifecta celebrates the holidays this time of year.

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Happy Holidays, by Mike 2

Holidays they come and go
But seem much better with some snow

Rain or shine, snow or hail
Santa’s on the present giving trail

Snow is better for Santa’s sleigh
So much easier for him to get away

He needs the speed to deliver the toys
There’s lots to give out to the girls and boys

Dolls and trains, prams and bikes
Delivering presents is what Santa likes

Have you been good, I hope you have been
Then Santa will visit you, but totally unseen

Holiday, they come and go
Season to be jolly it is so

Season to wish friends lots of cheer
Season for family to be near

Season for giving, that is true
And here’s my wish

Happy Holidays to you.

Mother Nature, Is Monogamy Sweet or is it Better to Cheat?

Monogamy, your one and onlycow
Not if you’re a cow or pony.
In the pasture lush and green
The bull and stallion check the scene.
They hook up with females one by one.
Smoke some grass when they are done (only in legalized states)
At the end of this flirtation
The female waits, she’s in  gestation.
Will Romeo  stay by her side
That’s not the case for the ruminant bride.

orangutanGorillas, Orangutans have large harems
One male gets all and doesn’t share ‘em.
The alpha stomps and his knuckles pound
The females swoon and fight for ground.
They are in estrus, for a month and a day,
A bright pink booty develops to light the way
The alpha is noisy and quite chatty
Bragging how he became  the clan’s ‘baby daddy.’

Bullfrog calls are loud and deep,
Waking up the females from their beauty sleep.
They expand their larynx, the babes draw nearamplexus
These males don’t play games, their intentions are clear.
It’s on to Amplexus (physically  locked together as one),
They each separate, after they’ve had their fun.
In 20% of cases, one parent sticks around,
But couples aren’t common –they’re rarely found.
From Darwin to Nova, scientists are going berserk
To figure out why amphibian couples just don’t work.

skunkSkunks and ferrets make stinky hubbies
They scout for babes in the trees and at clubbies
When they find ‘em its wartime, a battle on land.
Each male is prepared with an anal stink gland
The spray comes out, like a shot from an uzi
The winner takes the females to the hotel Jacuzzi.
When his girl is preggers he moves on to the next,
The ladies are angry, but they do no protest.

Leafcutter ants don’t bother with datesants mating
The female flies out and in mid-air mates.
A few males on the left and a few more on the right
She stores millions of sperm, en route, on her flight.
When she’s done with the males, they pass out and die
A colony she’ll form (who needs a guy?)
There are drones underneath  and  guard ants above
The hierarchy’s successful, but where is the love?

marriageLast but not least, the yolk and albumin
Blastulate and gastrulate forming a human
The men show off biceps and buy women flowers
While the ladies wear make-up, they’ve put on for hours
The pair smile and bond, life is so happy
But sometimes the truth can be quiet crappy
She is a gold-digger, wants all his money
While he’s busy staring at some other honeylovebirds

It’s his animal instincts, all right! What can he do?

And she’s providing for offspring, small salaries won’t do
Does mother nature win? Or can we control what we choose
And decide to be faithful, even when singing the blues.
If you look to the famous, like Clinton or Princess Di
You might give up hope, sit back and cry
But just when you think monogamy is absurd,
Do not fret my friends, look to the birds…

Are Birds Monogamous?

Greekgoddessgirl Explores the Meaning of Life

Greekgoddessgirl is one of the dedicated WikiGuides in the Community Outreach program on WikiAnswers. When she’s not contributing to WA you might find her expressing herself through painting, writing a book, or of course writing poetry.

The following poem explains her idea of the meaning of life. She notes that it is hard to describe life in one short poem but that this sums it up pretty well. She enjoys writing poetry based on what she feels at the moment: overjoyed, inspired, angry, sad. It helps her express herself when she can’t any other way. Greekgoddessgirl stops by the Poetry Cafe this week with her poem below.

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The Meaning of Life, by GreekGoddessGirl

Rules are meant to broken
Promises meant to be kept.
Doors are meant to be opened
Tears meant to be shed.
Mean coments are meant to be ignored
Feelings meant to be felt.
Music is meant to be played
Hearts meant to melt.
Roads are meant to be taken
Dances meant to be danced.
Criminals meant to be shaken
Loved ones meant to pass.
Hardships are meant to be defeated
People meant to be loved.
Messages are meant to be deleted
Work meant to be done.
Lost children are meant to be led
Prayers meant to be prayed.
Compliments are meant to be said
Helping hands meant to be laid.
Sadly this world’s full of strife.
Determination is the best we can give.
This is the meaning of life.
And life is meant to be lived.

Plethora loves dreaming up poetry

Plethora is one of our talented bilingual WikiAnswers supervisors. She is active on both the English and Tagalog versions of the website and she LOVES WikiAnswers!

Plethora also loves writing poetry. She tried to write songs in high school but since she hadn’t learned to read notes her songs ended up becoming poems. Writing is now her obsession and she often sleeps with a pen and paper under her pillow so she can write down the words from her dreams. Now that is dedication!

We’re featuring Plethora’s latest poem (“Confused”) in the Poetry Cafe this week.

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Confused, by Plethora

Love, am I not so sure?
Do you really make one tremble?
Make one weak down into the knees

Surrender when I cannot swallow my pride
Clear my doubts when I keep changing my mind
You could melt my stubborn heart

Love, am I not too sure?
When I know I can do anything for you
I like everything about you
What more you can do?

Could you be compared to that of Romeo and Juliet?
Maybe Adam and Eve?

Love, what more can you do to me?
Do I have to be crazy, breathless or dead?

If this is not what I’m feeling,
Love, how deep is your meaning?

Spreading poetry Worldwide(520)

WORLDWIDE520 (a.k.a. Chris) is one of the most prolific WikiGuides you’ll find! Chris reached Noble WikiGuide status on August 4, 2009, little more than a month after joining Community Outreach.

In his spare time, he also likes to write short stories and poems (one day he’d like to publish a book of them) or play video games. Chris is also an avid volunteer and enjoys helping out at his local food bank. He views WikiAnswers as one way to make a positive change in the world.

Without further ado, Chris is stepping up at the Poetry Cafe with his poem “The Mountain Scene.”

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The Mountain Scene

There is a calming effect about a placid lake-
The crystal blue glass, barely making a wave,
The only sounds are movements we make.
The wind softly whispers through the trees,
Nature’s beauty is all we see.
The sun makes crests sparkle like gems;
The mountains around glow a soft red.
And next to me a pine stands dead, those of its kin planted around,
Tall they stand, tall and proud- oh, so beautifully holding their ground,
Through driving wind and biting cold,
I see before me Nature’s beauty unfold.

- Chris Kaplan ’09

Sparkhurst: A Sophomore Sensation

Sparkhurst (Stephanie) has tallied over 300 contributions in her short time on WikiAnswers. She explains that she uses the site like crazy during her adventures as a sophomore in high school. When Stephanie’s not penning a poem or book report she likes to listen to music, play video games, and babysit for some spending money.

She says that she writes poetry because it gives her a way to express herself and figure out what’s going on in her head. It basically lets her write how she feels in code. She notes that it is abstract and has meaning, most times both a surface meaning and a deeper meaning. Stephanie philosophizes about strife in this week’s Poetry Cafe…

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Untitled, by Stephanie Parkhurst

All this pain
I have to try and refrain
I make this mistake
The blade will be mine to take
Will I choose to keep my blade
Or will I lay it down and be Mercy’s slave
My blade seems to be my life
I think this as I take my knife
But is it worth losing everything?
But it seems I have nothing
I put down the knife
And think, “what will I do now with my strife?”

Ralph of the Flies: ‘Til Daddy Comes

Ralph of the Flies is a silver contributor on Answers.com. Earlier this month his team snagged 5th place in the 9³ AnswerHunt and several of his questions were answered in our Town Hall.

Beyond that, you’ll find him among the Top Organizers in the Wales and Scotland categories as well as the Top Answerers in the Lord of the Flies, Wales, Scotland, Roman Numerals and Stonehenge categories! He was kind enough to share this poem of his for this week’s installment of the Poetry Cafe…

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‘Til Daddy Comes, by Ralph of the Flies

And from the lushness you emerge
Dazzling bright, phantasms stretch and melt
Where the sea meets the noonday sky
A coral teardrop, a good place to be
‘Til daddy comes for you
School grey stockings, like cares, cast aside
No words can speak their joy for you
Head in sand, legs splayed
Skin lightly dusted by a myriad of tiny stars
The sea’s prize to sound
And called, like scurrying insects
Flies drawn to fruit and cool green shadows
Then climbing to the sky
Surrounded by air and highest of all
United to tumble free, a good place to be
‘Til fire brings daddy for you
Fear not the darkness or ordure’s foetid stench
Sh*t in the sea, like a good boy should
Betrayed by the flutter of wings within
And wearing beaded crimson anklets
A garland of labours needless spent
Midst soft grey remains of yesterdays hopes, abandoned
Feed the ponies at the wall
And from the hayloft, sweet and snug
Flakes of purest white, drift
Caressing gold flecked skin like softest down
Read your books in bed
‘Til daddy says good night
The curtain flickers, again
The bus is coming closer, run and hide
Climb a tree or break the line?
And through the air, falling slowly
A pink block in a silver sea stained red
Requiem of sooty motes written large across the sky
No ponies now, for evermore, the bus is here
Daddy came too late
Will your tears wash the darkness from your heart?
Ralph?

RosaMistica’s sweet lullaby.

RosaMistica is our sole representative from Indonesia on the WikiAnswers Supervisor team.  She is now a college student at one of the universities in her hometown studying English this year and hopefully management next year.  Her biggest wish for the site is for there to be a WikiAnswers version in Indonesian.  Considering the success of the WikiAnswers Tagalog version, Rosa might just get her wish someday.

Besides writing poetry, her creative passions include writing novels, short stories, and fan fiction as well as photography and art.  Rosa’s contribution to the Poetry Cafe can be read below…

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Our Lullaby, by Ananda Muhammad

My love would want to reach into the depths of your heart
On a stary night I would whisper, when will you love me back?
Hours of uneasy sleep will accompany me
A lullaby that will caress me while I sleep
More time, I need more time to make you mine
An everlasting sunshine shall await us, but before that day comes
Day by day I’ll wait until the cloud in my heart passes away

Sophie200: We’ll wait for her.

Sophie200 is one of WikiAnswers’ passionate bronze contributors. She is a reading machine. Whether it be a sign post, book, letter, or a copy of her favorite series of novels – Noughts and Crosses – you can bet Sophie has read it!

She also loves to find out more about the law and argue her case whilst debating.

The wait is over as we now present a poem written by Sophie for this week’s Poetry Cafe…

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Wait for me, by Sophie200

I suppose you think this is just a game?
Playing with me like a toy in your nursery.
Hopscotch on the playground.
Manipulating me.
Winding me
up by a
rusty
key.

Why am I the one playing tag with you?
You are always going to be
two steps ahead of me,
two years older than
me,two lifetimes
appart from
me.

Hopping and skipping from one step to the next.
I’m going my fastest. Why won’t
you slow down
and wait for
me?

Why are you in such a hurry? Time will wait.
We can’t play games anymore
Stop pretending that you
never tricked
me.

Did you intend to hurt me? By making it painless
you hurt me more,
Why do I still
love
You?

Sie42: It’s about time.

The beauty of poetry touches every end of the globe.

In Simon Strehler’s case, that is Pretoria, South Africa. Better known by the nickname Sie42, Simon writes poetry when he’s not studying, painting, or contributing on WikiAnswers. He modestly views his poetry as a simple way to preserve his thoughts rather than an expression of art. We’ll preserve one of his works in this week’s edition of the Poetry Cafe…

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Buying Time, by Simon Strehler

On the floor, my head in your lap, your hand finds mine.
I can feel you breathe.
Iʼve since longed for that.
Your hand runs through my hair,
How did you know?

Another moment, and youʼve buried yourself in my arms
I know what youʼre doing, youʼre just buying time before we have to say goodbye.

As you walk away, you donʼt look back.
I donʼt know which of us is stronger tonight, ʻcause I couldnʼt look away.

C.Hainsaw doesn’t know why.

C.Hainsaw has perhaps the most intimidating username of any supervisor on WikiAnswers.  But did you know after a hard day of blocking vandals he can still write some serious poetry?  He wrote the following poem about fifteen years ago for a creative writing class in college. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room after he finished reading it.

He explains, “I think this defined what poetry is for me, reaching people on that much deeper emotional level. It isn’t about the words, but what the words do to and for the audience.”

“I Don’t Know Why I Don’t Know Why,” by C.Hainsaw

My daughter asks why the sky
is not green says she.
“The grass is green.” to her I say
“God made it to match the trees.”

My daughter asked why cats don’t bark
and dogs don’t say, “Meow.”
I tell her, “Love, if dogs could speak
people would wonder how.”

My daughter asks why at night
the stars come out to play.
I tell my love, “The night for them
to you is like the day.”

My daughter asks why other kids
have mommies unlike she.
I look at her, tears fill my eyes,
I tell her, “You have me.”

My daughter loves this question game
her questions I love to try,
but sometimes even I don’t know
why I do not know why.

[If you would like your original poetry profiled on this blog, please e-mail it to poetry @ wikianswers.com (no spaces) and include your WikiAnswers username!]