Parker Owens Posted February 13, 2018 Share Posted February 13, 2018 3 hours ago, AC Benus said: I was talking to my dentist yesterday. He's a young man, maybe 23 or so, and while he had me incapacitated started talking about reading Bram Stoker and others. Later he mentioned having read Shelly's Frankenstein. His observation about the book was very apt and concise. He said it's the doctor who's the monster in the book. Couldn't have said better myself But what a pity you couldn't discuss it while undergoing dental work. As long as he didn't make an emphatic point with one of his pointy tools... 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted February 13, 2018 Author Share Posted February 13, 2018 2 hours ago, Parker Owens said: But what a pity you couldn't discuss it while undergoing dental work. As long as he didn't make an emphatic point with one of his pointy tools... It was funny, because he was taking impressions. The pink claylike substance needs several mins to firm up, so once that thing is in my mouth, he starts talking books, and I'm like - damn - you know your timing if you want to keep my mouth closed 1 2 Link to comment
asamvav111 Posted February 18, 2018 Share Posted February 18, 2018 (edited) Fresh off the oven: https://www.gayauthors.org/story/asamvav111/euphoria-and-other-poems/11 Edited February 18, 2018 by asamvav111 3 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted February 21, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 21, 2018 (edited) I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. Edited February 21, 2018 by AC Benus 4 5 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 3 minutes ago, AC Benus said: I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. I can relate to this completely. Thank you. 5 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 13 minutes ago, AC Benus said: I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. hehe 2 Link to comment
mollyhousemouse Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 35 minutes ago, AC Benus said: I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. as i really dislike flying, and everything to do with it this is spot on! 3 Link to comment
FormerMember4 Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 49 minutes ago, AC Benus said: I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. This gives me pause right now. Taking international flight this summer. First since going blind 12 years ago. I get anxious thinking about that hell. 3 1 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 (edited) 1 hour ago, AC Benus said: I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading ) Hell might simply be an endless nightmare, feeling stuck in an airport. Nightmares are something that lash out the inner fears and build a constructive screenplay to be performed by oneself in their mind. Your poem gives chill, as one can interpret it to their fears and can find a vivid imagination set in front of their eyes. Very haunting lines these are. I totally fallen into them. Great combination of words you have written here my friend. Edited February 21, 2018 by Emi GS 1 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted February 21, 2018 Author Share Posted February 21, 2018 48 minutes ago, BlindAmbition said: This gives me pause right now. Taking international flight this summer. First since going blind 12 years ago. I get anxious thinking about that hell. hugs, buddy 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted February 21, 2018 Author Share Posted February 21, 2018 30 minutes ago, Emi GS said: Nightmares are something that lash out the inner fears and build a constructive screenplay to be performed by oneself in their mind. Your poem gives chill, as one can interpret it to their fears and can find a vivid imagination set in front of their eyes. Very haunting lines these are. I totally fallen into them. Great combination of words you have written here my friend. Thanks, Emi. From what I can remember of the dream, I was in line to board a flight. I had my roller bag ready, and everything seemed fine. Then a staff person threw up a barrier, and said "Go with him." Another staff member led the way, and I and the people waiting behind me followed this guy up some steps, where we were put in another waiting maze. The horrible thing is, although the line moved fairly fast, we kept passing the starting point over and over, making an unbroken circle From there it just got awful, because I started to doubt if I even had a boarding pass. *shrieks* I'm glad I woke up then. 1 3 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted February 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 25, 2018 Hello all! I stumbled upon a Native American poet. His work speaks forcefully about the conditions he bore witness to in his times. Here's an awesome poem by him. On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf Alexander Posey How savage, fierce and grim! His bones are bleached and white. But what is death to him? He grins as if to bite. He mocks the fate That bade '‘Begone.'' There’s fierceness stamped In ev’ry bone. Let silence settle from the midnight sky— Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry; The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most verge Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge. 4 7 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted February 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 25, 2018 Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s 9 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted February 25, 2018 Share Posted February 25, 2018 5 minutes ago, AC Benus said: Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s aww he was handsome guy .. 5 Link to comment
Popular Post Parker Owens Posted February 25, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted February 25, 2018 46 minutes ago, AC Benus said: Hello all! I stumbled upon a Native American poet. His work speaks forcefully about the conditions he bore witness to in his times. Here's an awesome poem by him. On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf Alexander Posey How savage, fierce and grim! His bones are bleached and white. But what is death to him? He grins as if to bite. He mocks the fate That bade '‘Begone.'' There’s fierceness stamped In ev’ry bone. Let silence settle from the midnight sky— Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry; The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most verge Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge. What a marvelous find. Is there more? 8 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted February 25, 2018 Author Share Posted February 25, 2018 (edited) 30 minutes ago, Parker Owens said: What a marvelous find. Is there more? There are more using this remarkable two stanza structure. I'll find a link. https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems/123491 Edited February 25, 2018 by AC Benus 5 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted February 25, 2018 Share Posted February 25, 2018 (edited) 1 hour ago, AC Benus said: Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s He was so young when he passed.. that's such a shame.. i've read of few of his poems.. the one to his wife is lovely. Edited February 25, 2018 by Mikiesboy 3 Link to comment
Popular Post Mikiesboy Posted February 25, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted February 25, 2018 (edited) I like this one: A vision of rest alexander posey Some day this quest Shall cease; Some day, For aye, This heart shall rest In peace. Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel The calm upon my senses steal, So soft, and all but hear The dead leaves rustle near And sign to be At rest with me. Though I behold The ashen branches tossing to and fro, Somehow I only vaguely know The wind is rude and cold. it appeals to my darker side Edited February 25, 2018 by Mikiesboy 2 7 Link to comment
FormerMember4 Posted February 25, 2018 Share Posted February 25, 2018 40 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said: I like this one: A vision of rest alexander posey Some day this quest Shall cease; Some day, For aye, This heart shall rest In peace. Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel The calm upon my senses steal, So soft, and all but hear The dead leaves rustle near And sign to be At rest with me. Though I behold The ashen branches tossing to and fro, Somehow I only vaguely know The wind is rude and cold. it appeals to my darker side While a darker mood in it, it’s peaceful and welcoming to the notion. He was certainly eloquent with words. This one is lovely. 3 1 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted February 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 25, 2018 43 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said: I like this one: A vision of rest alexander posey Some day this quest Shall cease; Some day, For aye, This heart shall rest In peace. Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel The calm upon my senses steal, So soft, and all but hear The dead leaves rustle near And sign to be At rest with me. Though I behold The ashen branches tossing to and fro, Somehow I only vaguely know The wind is rude and cold. it appeals to my darker side But there is a great, comforting spirituality I think to this vision. 1 5 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted February 25, 2018 Share Posted February 25, 2018 1 minute ago, BlindAmbition said: While a darker mood in it, it’s peaceful and welcoming to the notion. He was certainly eloquent with words. This one is lovely. Just now, AC Benus said: But there is a great, comforting spirituality I think to this vision. there is much peace in it.. i like it very much.. i think it will be read often... 1 4 Link to comment
MichaelS36 Posted February 26, 2018 Share Posted February 26, 2018 7 hours ago, Mikiesboy said: I like this one: A vision of rest alexander posey Some day this quest Shall cease; Some day, For aye, This heart shall rest In peace. Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel The calm upon my senses steal, So soft, and all but hear The dead leaves rustle near And sign to be At rest with me. Though I behold The ashen branches tossing to and fro, Somehow I only vaguely know The wind is rude and cold. it appeals to my darker side This poem is both simple and complex. It's wonderful, I don't think it's something I'd tire of. Beautiful. 1 2 Link to comment
mogwhy Posted February 26, 2018 Share Posted February 26, 2018 the 2 Posey poems shared here strike a chord in my soul and heart. reminds me so much of the Native American music i listen to. thanks for the discovery. 3 1 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted March 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 25, 2018 @MrM Here are more traditional Native American lyrics. This is a Navaho song. The Way of Beauty In the house of long life, There I wander - In the house of happiness, There I wander - Beauty is before me and behind me, Beauty is above me and below me - Beauty is all around me, With it I wander, In old age traveling - With it I wander, On the beautiful trail am I - With it I wander. (I don't know whose translation this is, but see here http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/disp_textbook.cfm?smtID=3&psid=4309) 6 4 Link to comment
Popular Post mollyhousemouse Posted March 25, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted March 25, 2018 4 minutes ago, AC Benus said: @MrM Here are more traditional Native American lyrics. This is a Navaho song. The Way of Beauty In the house of long life, There I wander - In the house of happiness, There I wander - Beauty is before me and behind me, Beauty is above me and below me - Beauty is all around me, With it I wander, In old age traveling - With it I wander, On the beautiful trail am I - With it I wander. (I don't know whose translation this is, but see here http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/disp_textbook.cfm?smtID=3&psid=4309) i love that you posted this AC! on the hutch in my living room lives an etched piece of sandstone, it reads: Above and below me hovers the beautiful I am surrounded by it, I am immersed in it. In my youth I am aware of it, and in my old age I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail. it is one of my most treasured pieces 5 3 Link to comment
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