' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[Mikiesboy]

Thursday is a day to choose

What to leave behind

Who to lose

Behind me is a flood of words

Now dried up and Flown;

one by one, like so many birds

And meaningless each

And every one

For what do they teach?

 

Who really cares?

Oh, you’ll clamber and say oh, I do

 

       But you,

Don’t.

[Parker Owens]

@Mikiesboy : you write this Thursday blues far too well. 

[Brayon]

I have absolutely no clue who wrote this, or where it comes from. But I thought I would share it with you all.

[Reader1810]

@BHopper2  I was curious myself as to who wrote that poem. The title isn’t in your post, but it’s called Fire was written by Nikita Gill. The book it’s in is called Wild Embers. The second link has links for some of the poems in the book. 

 

 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34253376-wild-embers

 

https://books.google.ca/books/about/Wild_Embers.html?id=ZREtDwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&redir_esc=y

[Brayon]

Thanks, Reader.

[Wayne Gray]

Not glass, a paper heart,

cutting all the same.

It can stay whole yet free

blood from helpless vein.

 

I either bleed or cut,

must I always choose?

Already so much pain,

Only blood to lose.

 

Pain is what I choose.

 

EDIT: Holy crap this sounds angsty.  I'm all right.  LOL

Edited March 15, 2019 by Wayne Gray

[Parker Owens]

13 minutes ago, Wayne Gray said:

Not glass, a paper heart,

cutting all the same.

It can stay whole yet free

blood from helpless vein.

 

I either bleed or cut,

must I always choose?

Already so much pain,

Only blood to lose.

 

Pain is what I choose.

 

EDIT: Holy crap this sounds angsty.  I'm all right.  LOL

 

Glad you’re okay. It sounds so full of hurt. 

[Mikiesboy]

AC found this cool thing... Queer Love Poems enjoy!

[AC Benus]

I just had an idea, and want to see if there's much interest in participating. The three-year anniversary of the Pulse Nightclub killings is coming up in June. It might me nice if we as a poet community on GA come up with a collection to post here together. I think this collection can be both a gathering of poems written at the time, and now as the three-year mark approaches. 

What do you think...? 

Edited May 5, 2019 by AC Benus

[Mikiesboy]

3 hours ago, AC Benus said:

What do you think.

I think it's a great idea. I'll work on something. 

[MichaelS36]

14 hours ago, AC Benus said:

I just had an idea, and want to see if there's much interest in participating. The three-year anniversary of the Pulse Nightclub killings is coming up in June. It might me nice if we as a poet community on GA come up with a collection to post here together. I think this collection can be both a gathering of poems written at the time, and now as the three-year mark approaches. 

 

What do you think...? 

I'd like to contribute something for this, AC.  I have some ideas.  Thanks it's a worthwhile project. 

[MacGreg]

15 hours ago, AC Benus said:

What do you think...? 

It is a wonderful idea. I will come up with something, too. 

[AC Benus]

Tell your friends and neighbors about this Pulse effort. It would be really nice for GA to 'represent'

 

And I envision our collection including not only new works, but also those written at or near the time of the tragedy. So please remember to send those poems too.   

[AC Benus]

@Mikiesboyhas agreed to organize and post our Pulse tribute, so please coordinate and send your poems/prose pieces to him  

[Mikiesboy]

i need to write something ...

Edited March 29, 2019 by Mikiesboy

[MichaelS36]

Okay … there is a Lyric here for anyone brave enough.... 

[Emi GS]

Messy Mind

How wonderful it is
To follow a thought quietly
To its logical end.

From momentary relationships
Or plastered broken hearts, to
Silent cries or to hostile laughs

Start with a part, but may not
End quite apart, but just apart 

Don't leave the imagination consume
But flow with the mighty presence 
And with the maleficent absence 

Let us float, higher than the tale, or
Deeper into the abyss, let's just float
Towards the legitimate demise

[Parker Owens]

55 minutes ago, Emi GS said:

Messy Mind

How wonderful it is
To follow a thought quietly
To its logical end.

From momentary relationships
Or plastered broken hearts, to
Silent cries or to hostile laughs

Start with a part, but may not
End quite apart, but just apart 

Don't leave the imagination consume
But flow with the mighty presence 
And with the maleficent absence 

Let us float, higher than the tale, or
Deeper into the abyss, let's just float
Towards the legitimate demise

Thanks for a new poem Emi. 

[Mikiesboy]

3 hours ago, Emi GS said:

Messy Mind

How wonderful it is
To follow a thought quietly
To its logical end.

From momentary relationships
Or plastered broken hearts, to
Silent cries or to hostile laughs

Start with a part, but may not
End quite apart, but just apart 

Don't leave the imagination consume
But flow with the mighty presence 
And with the maleficent absence 

Let us float, higher than the tale, or
Deeper into the abyss, let's just float
Towards the legitimate demise

nice to see some new poetry from you, Emi!  xo

[Emi GS]

Window, window. 

A cold mountain breeze
Hit the back of my neck
Soothing the morning desires
The low tides in the Lake, by the 
Foot of the enormously spread hills

The golden rays spreading through
Those grey and green tobacco fields
An appealing vision of the dawn
Sighted through the framework of Indica 
Glazed by the brown paint with white iron bars

A window, to the left side of my bed
Giving me the grand view of world outside

[Mikiesboy]

Poetry Prompt 4 - Metre .... i posted this in the prompt too..  once i'm done i'll post it in my own workbook.  But here is where i am.

 

i have started ... and written something ... i used bolding but i'm not sure about the brackets.. it sounds right to my ears though..

 

I'll post what i have done here ... the poem i wrote.. was just in my head after reading Waddington's poem aloud several times:

 

‘Of old,’ spake the priest; spake the parson and preacher –

‘After death, O my Friends, after death is Eternity.’

‘Not so,’ cries my Spirit, ‘not so, O wise teacher!

It was, and it is, and it ever shall be –

Now, now is Eternity! Is it for thee?’

 

Come, one, come all, see the faithful and believers

Sing songs to their gods, to the air and the skies

Oh no, not for me, not my heart or my eyes

I don’t and I can’t and I won’t believe

There is no god and there never will be

Edited April 5, 2019 by Mikiesboy

[Emi GS]

Check out this villanelle form poetry I tried for the fifth day of NaPoWriMo... 

Despair and Hope

I am slowly giving all up
To pledge myself to Satan, yet 
Holding on to the hope that left

Broken, left alone untouched; to
Mourn for the lost cause, care and zeal
I am slowly giving all up

To mend the highly wounded heart
That might never really heal
Holding on to the hope that left

Nothing to grasp in the thin air
To let misery go away
I am slowly giving all up

Even the thriving, pity, soul 
Is now fighting for the last breath
Holding on to the hope that left

Plucking the dead lust —way —way up
Just to left me, again, bereft
I am slowly giving all up
Holding on to the hope that left

[AC Benus]

On 4/4/2019 at 12:03 PM, Emi GS said:

Window, window. 

A cold mountain breeze
Hit the back of my neck
Soothing the morning desires
The low tides in the Lake, by the 
Foot of the enormously spread hills

The golden rays spreading through
Those grey and green tobacco fields
An appealing vision of the dawn
Sighted through the framework of Indica 
Glazed by the brown paint with white iron bars

A window, to the left side of my bed
Giving me the grand view of world outside

A sad but beautiful poem. By the time it gets to "white iron bars," it seems very forlorn indeed. Thanks for sharing it with us  

[AC Benus]

45 minutes ago, Emi GS said:

Check out this villanelle form poetry I tried for the fifth day of NaPoWriMo... 

Despair and Hope

I am slowly giving all up
To pledge myself to Satan, yet 
Holding on to the hope that left

Broken, left alone untouched; to
Mourn for the lost cause, care and zeal
I am slowly giving all up

To mend the highly wounded heart
That might never really heal
Holding on to the hope that left

Nothing to grasp in the thin air
To let misery go away
I am slowly giving all up

Even the thriving, pity, soul 
Is now fighting for the last breath
Holding on to the hope that left

Plucking the dead lust —way —way up
Just to left me, again, bereft
I am slowly giving all up
Holding on to the hope that left

I am not a big fan of the French forms because in English the refrain lines often cannot build in intensity and expectation. Here, overall, you amaze me and show how it can be done. This is a really engaging poem, and even though I knew the refrain lines were coming to repeat themselves verbatim, each time it took me by surprise. You varied the context in which the refrain was destined to happened, and kept me alert and wondering. Great work, really great.     

[AC Benus]

8 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Poetry Prompt 4 - Metre .... i posted this in the prompt too..  once i'm done i'll post it in my own workbook.  But here is where i am.

 

i have started ... and written something ... i used bolding but i'm not sure about the brackets.. it sounds right to my ears though..

 

I'll post what i have done here ... the poem i wrote.. was just in my head after reading Waddington's poem aloud several times:

 

‘Of old,’ spake the priest; spake the parson and preacher –

‘After death, O my Friends, after death is Eternity.’

‘Not so,’ cries my Spirit, ‘not so, O wise teacher!

It was, and it is, and it ever shall be –

Now, now is Eternity! Is it for thee?’

 

Come, one, come all, see the faithful and believers

Sing songs to their gods, to the air and the skies

Oh no, not for me, not my heart or my eyes

I don’t and I can’t and I won’t believe

There is no god and there never will be

Well, like I said in the prompt itself, there is no right or wrong answer to investigating the metre of Waddington's poem. It's up to us to map our own readings of the rhythms, and respect what you've done in that regard. I guess I'll save my comments on your poem for the Prompt itself