' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[mollyhousemouse]

59 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Working on a poem for chapter 7 of Mojo... Any thoughts on this one? Kohl is standing at the rail of a boat, looking out over the Pacific.

 

 

Homer spoke of the wine-red sea,

and of tempest-tossed Ulysses,

but on The Main, success or naught,

criminal or saint must feel free.

           

Its glassy eye broods on but one thought –

wants each and every Argonaut

to be his own mortality

and seek no more for what is sought.

           

Thus, poet or simple sailor,

to the shroud The Deep One's tailor

when our final hour is aught

and the salt of our blood flows to Her

 

 

 

 

hello AC

i lurk here, a lot, i don't often leave comments but this one is really, really good

very powerful imagery, very beautiful

[Former Member]

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Working on a poem for chapter 7 of Mojo... Any thoughts on this one? Kohl is standing at the rail of a boat, looking out over the Pacific.

 

 

Homer spoke of the wine-red sea,

and of tempest-tossed Ulysses,

but on The Main, success or naught,

criminal or saint must feel free.

           

Its glassy eye broods on but one thought –

wants each and every Argonaut

to be his own mortality

and seek no more for what is sought.

           

Thus, poet or simple sailor,

to the shroud The Deep One's tailor

when our final hour is aught

and the salt of our blood flows to Her

 

 

 

 

Hi AC, I have a few thoughts about this. I will write them together, if I have time, promise.

 

Very strong images. Great.

[AC Benus]

Thanks for all of your thoughts on my sea poem. I appreciate it  

[Parker Owens]

Our friend Skinnydragon introduced me to a formidable form called Sestina. It was terribly challenging. However, I have completed my first one, and on a particularly apt day. You will find it here. 

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/73

[BDANR]

Tried my hand at the Tanka Challenge if anyone wants to read a summer Tanka!

 

 

[Emi GS]

A dragon depart, 
Fleeing into the night sky,
To devout the space
Which holds the secrets of past,
Of present and of future.

 

I really really miss you SkinnyD. And I love you so much. And be in peace wherever you are and know that you're loved. 

Edited July 31, 2017 by Emi GS

[AC Benus]

On 7/28/2017 at 10:40 AM, BDANR said:

Admittedly, I'm not a very good critic :/.

Your feedback is very good and very welcomed  

[AC Benus]

6 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Our friend Skinnydragon introduced me to a formidable form called Sestina. It was terribly challenging. However, I have completed my first one, and on a particularly apt day. You will find it here. 

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/73

Yes, I noted you posted this lovely tribute on a very auspicious day. Well done

[AC Benus]

4 hours ago, BDANR said:

Tried my hand at the Tanka Challenge if anyone wants to read a summer Tanka!

 

 

I hope everybody checks it out! AND I hope you continue on with the form and grow to love it as I do. A person can do a lot with it

 

Thanks for taking the challenge!  

[Emi GS]

A small idea generated from the suggestion of Ben...

 

 

[asamvav111]

New poem: https://www.gayauthors.org/story/asamvav111/euphoria-and-other-poems/7

[Defiance19]

On 7/31/2017 at 7:13 PM, AC Benus said:

 Love the poem quote. If you can find it online, maybe dig it up and post the whole thing on Live-Poets

 

Thanks again

There you go AC...  

 

 

Death Is Nothing At All

By Henry Scott-Holland

 

Death is nothing at all. 
It does not count. 
I have only slipped away into the next room. 
Nothing has happened. 

Everything remains exactly as it was. 
I am I, and you are you, 
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. 
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. 
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. 
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is absolute and unbroken continuity. 
What is this death but a negligible accident? 

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, 
somewhere very near, 
just round the corner. 

All is well. 
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. 
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

 

 

[AC Benus]

@Roberto Zuniga has started a new poetry collection! These are earth-moving love poems we should all check out 

 

 

[Roberto Zuniga]

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

@Roberto Zuniga has started a new poetry collection! These are earth-moving love poems we should all check out 

 

Thanks for the mention AC! Hugs and kisses!

 

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

 

 

[Mikiesboy]

A Poem for a friday afternoon   A Thing with Feathers

[AC Benus]

2 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

A Poem for a friday afternoon   A Thing with Feathers

It's a beautiful poem, and inspired by another beautiful poem  

[MrM]

Very beautiful work guys.

 

I don't post here very much but I thought I'd share this one.

 

I'm just about finished with what @Comicality has posted for his story Gone From Daylight that, like many others, I love very much. It has inspired a poem and other things that I'm doing at the moment.

 

This is The Last Sunset:

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/mrm/MPoetry/17

Edited August 5, 2017 by MrM

[MrM]

5 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

A Poem for a friday afternoon   A Thing with Feathers

 

sweet aching that hurts so sweetly. 

Thank you Tim for bringing this forth.

[BDANR]

So that I may focus on my fictional stories and the poetry prompts, this is one of my last poems I'll be posting to my story Loving Fiercely for awhile, appropriately titled Gay Stories. Hope you enjoy :D!

[Mikiesboy]

Well i've had an odd morning .. wrote a couple of poems... wanted to title them It's A Little Bit Me.. but that was already something i thought. So i looked it up and it's part of the title of an old Monkee's song. So while on that page i  watched a short doc about them.. which brought a tear... anyway. here are my two poems:  It's A LIttle Bit Us

Edited August 7, 2017 by Mikiesboy

[Cia]

3 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Well i've had an odd morning .. wrote a couple of poems... wanted to title them It's A Little Bit Me.. but that was already something i thought. So i looked it up and it's part of the title of an old Monkee's song. 

So you know, titles aren't copyrighted. 

[Mikiesboy]

Just now, Cia said:

So you know, titles aren't copyrighted. 

Thanks!!  I didn't know, but turns out they weren't just about me .. but i do appreciate the info!

[mogwhy]

3 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Well i've had an odd morning .. wrote a couple of poems... wanted to title them It's A Little Bit Me.. but that was already something i thought. So i looked it up and it's part of the title of an old Monkee's song. So while on that page i  watched a short doc about them.. which brought a tear... anyway. here are my two poems:  It's A LIttle Bit Us

loved the poems and the Monkees 

[BDANR]

I wrote some lyrics of my Monday morning the other day if anyone cares to read it!

 

 

[AC Benus]

Something I posted here. The reactions to this poem intrigue me.... Let me know what you think. 

 

Tony Sonnet No. 66

Love is a prism that refracts the light

And bends the loved one into his base parts – 

Split into jewel tones he rises in sight 

More gleaming than has the power of arts. 

Sometimes with you, I have to use my hand,

Draw it up to my forehead to make shade,

Because your light is more than I can stand,

And when it burns brightest, I am afraid.

But the crystal pure that is deep inside

Filters out every harshness for my eyes

To show me the pure you and where you abide 

Channeled into color that never dies.

     Rainbow arcs fleetly grace the sky in a storm,

     But prism bands live always in perfect form.

 

 

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Edited August 14, 2017 by AC Benus