Popular Post Mikiesboy Posted March 14, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 14, 2019 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. 1 5 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted March 14, 2019 Share Posted March 14, 2019 @Mikiesboy : you write this Thursday blues far too well. 3 Link to comment
Brayon Posted March 14, 2019 Share Posted March 14, 2019 I have absolutely no clue who wrote this, or where it comes from. But I thought I would share it with you all. 1 Link to comment
Site Moderator Reader1810 Posted March 15, 2019 Site Moderator Share Posted March 15, 2019 @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 2 Link to comment
Wayne Gray Posted March 15, 2019 Share Posted March 15, 2019 (edited) 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 4 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted March 15, 2019 Share Posted March 15, 2019 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. 2 1 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted March 22, 2019 Share Posted March 22, 2019 AC found this cool thing... Queer Love Poems enjoy! 1 2 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted March 22, 2019 Author Share Posted March 22, 2019 (edited) 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 1 4 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted March 22, 2019 Share Posted March 22, 2019 3 hours ago, AC Benus said: What do you think. I think it's a great idea. I'll work on something. 2 2 Link to comment
MichaelS36 Posted March 22, 2019 Share Posted March 22, 2019 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. 2 2 Link to comment
MacGreg Posted March 22, 2019 Share Posted March 22, 2019 15 hours ago, AC Benus said: What do you think...? It is a wonderful idea. I will come up with something, too. 2 2 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted March 23, 2019 Author Share Posted March 23, 2019 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. 1 2 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted March 23, 2019 Author Share Posted March 23, 2019 @Mikiesboyhas agreed to organize and post our Pulse tribute, so please coordinate and send your poems/prose pieces to him 2 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted March 28, 2019 Share Posted March 28, 2019 (edited) i need to write something ... Edited March 29, 2019 by Mikiesboy 3 Link to comment
MichaelS36 Posted April 1, 2019 Share Posted April 1, 2019 Okay … there is a Lyric here for anyone brave enough.... 1 3 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted April 3, 2019 Share Posted April 3, 2019 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 2 3 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 3, 2019 Share Posted April 3, 2019 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. 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 3, 2019 Share Posted April 3, 2019 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 2 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted April 4, 2019 Share Posted April 4, 2019 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 2 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 5, 2019 Share Posted April 5, 2019 (edited) 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 1 3 Link to comment
Emi GS Posted April 5, 2019 Share Posted April 5, 2019 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 1 2 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 5, 2019 Author Share Posted April 5, 2019 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 1 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 5, 2019 Author Share Posted April 5, 2019 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. 1 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 5, 2019 Author Share Posted April 5, 2019 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 2 Link to comment
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