AC Benus Posted March 25, 2018 Author Share Posted March 25, 2018 2 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said: 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 That's awesome, Molly 2 1 Link to comment
mollyhousemouse Posted March 25, 2018 Share Posted March 25, 2018 Just now, AC Benus said: That's awesome, Molly thanks, AC it's been with us since 1998 2 states, 6 houses 1 1 Link to comment
MrM Posted March 25, 2018 Share Posted March 25, 2018 (edited) 1 hour 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) How beautiful and evocative! The flow of water is the flow of years. The journey of lives is the same. Edited March 25, 2018 by MrM 2 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted March 25, 2018 Share Posted March 25, 2018 @AC Benus: that’s a wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it! 3 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted March 29, 2018 Author Share Posted March 29, 2018 Some more of my old babblings...(dabblings...?) https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/amaninaroomandotherpoems/24 1 1 Link to comment
MichaelS36 Posted April 1, 2018 Share Posted April 1, 2018 https://www.gayauthors.org/story/macgreg/exquisite-corpse-and-other-collaborations/5#comment-320126 Little bit of magic here .... 2 2 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted April 7, 2018 Share Posted April 7, 2018 (edited) My sixth day of NaPoWriMo goes like this... A stereo is playing on to my right A song, full of energy, with high bass A blackboard was set, middle of the wall Different names of fruits written on it And a drawn picture of "The Miner Ant" The light breeze from the windows on my left Brought a crisp aroma from near by lake Children dancing in the middle of room Blabbering, loud, more than their excitement Tap of the stick on the wooden table Getting diverse with the teacher's patience Tired, I stand aside with smile on my lips Edited April 7, 2018 by Emi GS 5 Link to comment
mollyhousemouse Posted April 7, 2018 Share Posted April 7, 2018 2 minutes ago, Emi GS said: My sixth day of NaPoWriMo goes like this... A stereo is playing on to my right A song, full of energy, with high bass A blackboard was set, middle of the wall Different names of fruits written on it And a drawn picture of "The Miner Ant" The light breeze from the windows on my left Brought a crisp aroma from near by lake Children dancing in the middle of room Blabbering, loud, more than their excitement Tap of the stick on the wooden table Getting diverse with the teacher's patience Tired, I stand aside with smile on my lips i like it Emi thanks for sharing it! 2 1 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted April 7, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 7, 2018 Lyssa just alerted me to another form of set verse. It's a German one called Elfchen (or "little eleven"). See here for an explanation. Here's an example 5 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 7, 2018 Share Posted April 7, 2018 41 minutes ago, AC Benus said: Lyssa just alerted me to another form of set verse. It's a German one called Elfchen (or "little eleven"). See here for an explanation. that is interesting .. i'll have to give it a try 4 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 8, 2018 Share Posted April 8, 2018 3 hours ago, AC Benus said: Lyssa just alerted me to another form of set verse. It's a German one called Elfchen (or "little eleven"). See here for an explanation. I like this. Another structure to try... Thank you! 4 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted April 8, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 8, 2018 Lyssa provides us with more details on the Elfchen. I offer it here, but please remember the things she diagrams are likely to come naturally when you stick to the form anyway. In other words: read, enjoy, but so not stress too much about making your Elfchens perfect. Let it flow first ---------------------------- Hi, I have read the English side about the Elfchen and found it not so detailed about the structure, so I tried to write it down in English. Maybe you or someone like to know it a bit more detailed.The Elfchen / little eleven — one possible common structure: 1st line = 1 word: the content to be dealt with / a natural event, a color, an object or a person. It is often a noun or can be an adjective.2nd line = 2 words: They give a detail about the first word.3rd line = 3 words: The three words are describing, if the first line was a noun often but not necessarily the third line is build around a fitting adjective.4th line = 4 words: The four words show the writer's relation to the first word, often build around a verb relating to it.5th line = 1 word: A Fazit or Summary (have lots of fun :-) LyssaExample: Bruderherz, poet king music in words, his gift to us. Joy! 5 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 8, 2018 Share Posted April 8, 2018 She right about that! Ill see what i come.up with! 3 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 8, 2018 Share Posted April 8, 2018 Thank you for more details about this form. Time for another sketch...or three. 2 2 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted April 9, 2018 Share Posted April 9, 2018 On 08/04/2018 at 3:48 AM, AC Benus said: Lyssa just alerted me to another form of set verse. It's a German one called Elfchen (or "little eleven"). See here for an explanation. Here's an example Always a great pleasure to learn about new forms of poetry. This is one interesting form. Like others, I'd like to try it too. Thanks to you both for sharing this knowledge with us. 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 10, 2018 Author Share Posted April 10, 2018 A bit of fun. The opening of Colin Clout. @northiereminds me a bit of your Joeffy the Cat What can it avail To drive forth a snail, Or to make a sail Of an herring’s tail; To rhyme or to rail, To write or to indict, Either for delight Or else for despite; Or books to compile Of divers manner of style, Vice to revile And sin to exile; To teach or to preach, As reason will reach? Say this, and say that, His head is so fat, He wotteth never what Nor whereof he speaketh; He crieth and he creaketh, He prieth and he peeketh, He chides and he chatters, He prates and he patters, He clitters and he clatters, He meddles and he smatters, He gloses and he flatters; Or if he speak plain, Then he lacketh a brain. John Skelton 1 4 Link to comment
northie Posted April 10, 2018 Share Posted April 10, 2018 I love the onomatopoeia, and rushing sense of the lines. The final line is a killer. 3 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted April 13, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 13, 2018 don't like the Cinquain's flair find it too cavalier and just when it's getting good, ends abrupt. 1 5 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 13, 2018 Author Share Posted April 13, 2018 Plz read my little doodle poem above with tongue in cheek 2 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 16, 2018 Author Share Posted April 16, 2018 (edited) I've been typing up the last from my early poetry folder, and discovering quite a few I missed first round. Updated Twenty-Two Early Poems today and the new material can be found here. Here is a sample: I saw two Christs on the street today one was hungry, the other didn't say On the big street they stand mother with child in hand No father to see but it's not a fashion a father to be "Something for the baby," one Christ called out the voice was pitiful, without a doubt It was pity I lacked, so with eyes bowed I walked along, amidst my fellow crowd It's a terrible thing we do to ourselves this impulse to put other people on shelves I saw two Christs on the street today one was hungry, the other didn't say. But I walked by them and went on my way. Soul of Mine[1] [1] Soul of Mine: this was inspired by an incident on Michigan Avenue in Chicago. One of our instructors in the Fine Arts Department, Rodney Winfield, organized quarterly trips for students to spend a weekend in Chicago and see the latest show at the Art Institute. (We attended the one on John Singer Sargent.) I went out that Friday night to walk to the Rookery and Sears Tower. On the way, I overheard two sailors being propositioned for a $10 –round of oral sex by a thin woman; they declined. Soon after, I saw the pair mentioned in this poem. Incidentally, there is a slightly revised version of this poem dated "Oct. 22nd 1990 – 2 days after." I believe this is a reference to two days after having slept with my first man, Richard, an English professor at the University of Missouri Saint Louis (UMSL). I remember sending him a few of my poems, and this one specifically. About it, I told him the form and polish may be rough, but in my opinion I could come up with a more impactful concept. He did not reply. Edited April 16, 2018 by AC Benus 2 1 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 16, 2018 Share Posted April 16, 2018 4 hours ago, AC Benus said: I've been typing up the last from my early poetry folder, and discovering quite a few I missed first round. Updated Twenty-Two Early Poems today and the new material can be found here. I've read them... and truly enjoyed them AC. I think it's wonder full to see all of these in one place. xo 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 17, 2018 Author Share Posted April 17, 2018 (edited) I'm preparing to update My Twentieth Year with an-all-in-one appendix. Here is one of the 'lost' poem from the collection. A warm thank you goes to @Parker Owensfor reading it over and saying it was not as bad as I imagined. I present: Adventures of my Umbrella When I was but a child, I had an umbrella. I was seven; it was new. I remember it when Seeing it the first time; Downtown is where it was, In some ritzy display. In a place with glass doors, The shop like the ‘brella, Was black – how elegant. My mom bought two that day: One for her; one for me. She had had some before; For me it was my first. What mysteries were in That black new umbrella; How I longed to use it. Then finally one day, Rain was in the forecast; Out of the closet it Came for its first big use. It wasn’t easy though To convince Mom the need Of taking it to school. But I argued, saying, “Why did you buy it then, If I can’t ever use?” She swayed; it came with me. It didn’t rain, but what Did that matter right then, For I’d still showed it off. Boring school, like always, Made me long for day’s end, And “Who knows, there could still Be a massive downpour!” Marian looked after me Afternoons until my mom Could pick me up from work. So, though a rainless day, The school bell rang and I Collected my things to Trudge my way back to her. To get to Marian’s house, I went the high-school way, Though she told me not to. I thought about how many More chances I could get To impress with my toy – My new black umbrella. When I walked by the grade school, I saw the daughter of My once-a-week tutor. They lived in a big house That wasn’t far from mine; My tutor was so nice, It never seemed like homework. My tutor’s daughter asked If I would like a ride home. I said, “Sure, that would be nice.” I did wonder though how She knew to take me to My babysitter’s house…. She started the right way. She went down the right street, But then suddenly turned The exact opposite way. I wanted to tell her To go the other way – But then, the whole idea Seemed a very bad one. And what of Marian? Would she be worried when I didn’t show up soon? So, I was on my way home; My mind raced as what to tell. “Why are you home so early?” My dad was sure to say. These were the things I thought As my tutor’s daughter Sped in the wrong direction. I considered this because My Mom hadn’t given me My very own front door key – Wait… “I left my umbrella.” This I thought as she drove Off with my new equipment, But, by then, it was too late. Now what was I to do? I feverishly delved, Looking for an excuse Where my umbrella was. Not much came right away, Then again when asked, I Would come up with something. “At school,” is what I said. Mom replied, “Don’t forget About it tomorrow.” “I won’t!” was my swift answer. My brand-new umbrella Lay on the back-seat floor: Left but not abandoned. I went to my tutor Every Tuesday evening, After dinner, from home, I walked myself over there. They had seen my umbrella! It lay nestled against The others in their care. I stroked it in the hall tree, Knowing in an hour I’d be able to put right A mistake that’d ballooned. When I left, I snagged it To take it where it would Be finally at home. I was out the door, And way down the sidewalk, When I realized I Had a major problem. I told my mom I had Left it back at my school; What could I tell her now? What bold explanation From my seven-year-old Brain would explain this one – What to do and not panic? Starting to walk on home, Worry marched by my side; Suddenly I had a flash. It wasn’t a good flash, In retrospect I know, But despair was to blame When I think back to it. In my home’s direction, Near my tutor’s abode, Was a buried culvert. I took my new shiny Umbrella and stuck it In the dry drainage pipe, But felt ill doing it. Yet, I did have a plan To get it back next week, Barring some rain, that is. The week flew by slowly Bringing Tuesday ‘round to me – It hadn’t rained, so I Hoped it was still in place. Tutoring went quickly. When over, I leapt out Her front door to get it. The path was blocked instead, Showing me my mom with A stranger idly talking. My mom! What was happ’ning? She’d never walked me home After my tutoring. I couldn’t believe it. After chatty intros, To my horror, we all walked The few blocks back to home. I had no chance to get My lonely umbrella; It would have to wait longer. The following week dragged Slower than the previous; It had been so long since I’d seen my umbrella. Back to look in the pipe, My umbrella was gone – I’d never see it again… Now you see my woe, For when I was a child, I had an umbrella. I was seven; it was new. Postlude: Memory of love, or love of memory I don’t know which is true of my umbrella The case now, I cannot state very calmly Did I love then, or only hence, that umbrella I only know if I were to run away To the blue hills, what would occupy me there Where the hills and my umbrella are I can’t say I only know they’re gone, yet still they are there Where are the distant, rolling blue hills of my youth? Where do I look? To Memphis, Lincoln, or Duluth? _ Edited April 22, 2018 by AC Benus 1 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 20, 2018 Share Posted April 20, 2018 Tried one of these.. in my upcoming Third Week for NaPoWriMo The modern pantoum is a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The last line of a pantoum is often the same as the first. 1 1 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 20, 2018 Share Posted April 20, 2018 Self-care (self-kair) n. an act or series of acts undertaken with the intent to ease one's own mind and body into well-being. See: reading poetry -from the League of Canadian Poets 1 Link to comment
mollyhousemouse Posted April 20, 2018 Share Posted April 20, 2018 hey y'all tim did some writing and it's very good! y'all should check it out 1 3 Link to comment
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