' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[AC Benus]

Nice to see you back on Live-Poets, @Asher25  

 

[Black Paper]

4 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Nice to see you back on Live-Poets, @Asher25  

 

Oh, thankss.🍷 I brought wine.    ... and cookies.🍪

the cookies are mine.

jk. I HAVE CAKE🎂👀

[Black Paper]

The Past

Did you get it?
Do you regret it? 
Just forget it.
The past is gone.
Move on.
Let go of the past.
It has passed.
A new future will be cast.
And, you will not feel that you have to move fast.
You do not have to prove anything.
You do not have to improve everything.
Do not hurry.
Fo not worry.
Care not for the future.
Not all has to be sure.
Maybe, it’s a surprise like a sunrise that will enchant your eyes.
The only way to master time is by remembering this rhyme:
If the Past has passed and the future is unsure, your only present is to enjoy the present. 

-Julian William Taylor

Edited May 10, 2019 by Asher25

[AC Benus]

Any thoughts on my newest Pulse poem...?

---

Haibun/Lanturne: 

Most of them were so young, so vibrant with the surge of springtime life; they were suffuse to the gills with optimism. The murderer took so much more than promise with him, when he took their lives. 

 

A

June frost 

lingers still 

in Impatiens'

scent 

 

Their 

other 

name matters -- 

those Touch-Me-Nots

froze

 

We

gard'ners 

of silence 

can only mourn 

blooms 

 

lost 

in time, 

never changed,

never thriving --

froze. 

 

 

Edited May 7, 2019 by AC Benus

[Black Paper]

The Finish Line

The finish line & the deadline does not have to be a straight line in order for it to be just fine. 

The date that you wait to serve the food on your plate, will come regardless, of your burden’s weight. 

If you wish to finish cooking and serve your food on your dish, you must master impatience & make it diminish. 

This instruction is to avoid any destruction by no longer worrying about any production. 

This introduction is to assist you with reconstruction and aid you with any and all construction. 

Never forget or regret what you were meant to get in here because these words were a perfect set. 

Do not let yourself fret or doubt that you met all of those in your life. You were meant to. You bet.

-Julian William Taylor(Asher25)

 

Just a little something I came up with just now while dwelling on the finish line we may have for ourselves and how BADLY we want something.... but maybe wanting it so badly in our own minds by a certain time makes things worse? Maybe gripping on so tightly will break what you can make. Maybe it will take LONGER by adding negativity. Maybe it takes away creativity and just like this rhyme, it will happen in perfect time...

Edited May 10, 2019 by Asher25

[Black Paper]

This is not technically a poem, but, out of any quote I have ever written(It’s hundreds, now)or will ever write, this is my number one favorite:

“Live how you would want to see yourself living. Do what you would want to see yourself doing. Say what you would want to hear yourself saying. And, be you wish to become every single day.” -Julian William Taylor 

Also, the name of the 9 Volume Book series of sequential rhyme I am working on which I have posted 12 pages on this site to share and show 12 of its contents is entitled- “The Book Of”. I cannot finish it.. No one can. Not even it’s own name.

🌹♠️🖋

[Mikiesboy]

 https://gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/zero-to-hero-a-guide/8

Excellent essay on rhymes is located at the above link!

 

Edited May 14, 2019 by Mikiesboy

[MacGreg]

I've been reading Rilke lately, translated by Stephen Mitchell. Thought I'd share this.

But we, when moved by deep feeling, evaporate; we
breathe ourselves out and away; from moment to moment
our emotion grows fainter, like a perfume. Though someone may tell us:
"Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime
is filled with you..." -- what does it matter? he can't contain us,
we vanish inside him and around him. And those who are beautiful,
oh who can retain them? Appearance ceaselessly rises
in their face, and is gone. Like dew from the morning grass,
what is ours floats into the air, like steam from a dish
of hot food.

[Mikiesboy]

2 minutes ago, MacGreg said:

I've been reading Rilke lately, translated by Stephen Mitchell. Thought I'd share this.

But we, when moved by deep feeling, evaporate; we
breathe ourselves out and away; from moment to moment
our emotion grows fainter, like a perfume. Though someone may tell us:
"Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime
is filled with you..." -- what does it matter? he can't contain us,
we vanish inside him and around him. And those who are beautiful,
oh who can retain them? Appearance ceaselessly rises
in their face, and is gone. Like dew from the morning grass,
what is ours floats into the air, like steam from a dish
of hot food.

Thank You, Sir. This is interesting ... i need to think about this. Thank you for sharing it.

[AC Benus]

26 minutes ago, MacGreg said:

I've been reading Rilke lately, translated by Stephen Mitchell. Thought I'd share this.

But we, when moved by deep feeling, evaporate; we
breathe ourselves out and away; from moment to moment
our emotion grows fainter, like a perfume. Though someone may tell us:
"Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime
is filled with you..." -- what does it matter? he can't contain us,
we vanish inside him and around him. And those who are beautiful,
oh who can retain them? Appearance ceaselessly rises
in their face, and is gone. Like dew from the morning grass,
what is ours floats into the air, like steam from a dish
of hot food.

A worthy subject to be reading, Mac. I accidentally bumped into quotes from letters he wrote to friends (on his love of Gilgamesh, no less), and can appreciate him as an open, honest and enthusiastic person. Sometimes (or all the time...) character features like these get washed out in translations. I hope he's coming across as warm in the book you are reading.

Thanks for posting this, Mac

 

[MacGreg]

10 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

A worthy subject to be reading, Mac. I accidentally bumped into quotes from letters he wrote to friends (on his love of Gilgamesh, no less), and can appreciate him as an open, honest and enthusiastic person. Sometimes (or all the time...) character features like these get washed out in translations. I hope he's coming across as warm in the book you are reading.

Thanks for posting this, Mac

 

It's hard to know with translations how well they evoke the same sentiments, but Mitchell's efforts have been applauded.

[MacGreg]

And I've read some of Rilke's letters, too. They're poetry in and of themselves!

[Brayon]

My attempt at a Lyric. I am by no means a poet, but after having a dear friend cry on my shoulder after his girl broke up with him, again and for good this time, I felt compelled to try again at one of AC's Zero to Hero. I used Poetry Soup to count syllables.

Punishment -

Farewell to the Light of my world
When tears came, where were you?
Loneliness is my lot in life,
Punishment for my soul.

But why am I being punished?
What have I done to you?
We have one specific moment,
mine passed by in silence.

-Me

 

[MacGreg]

17 minutes ago, Brayon said:

My attempt at a Lyric. I am by no means a poet, but after having a dear friend cry on my shoulder after his girl broke up with him, again and for good this time, I felt compelled to try again at one of AC's Zero to Hero. I used Poetry Soup to count syllables.

Punishment -

Farewell to the Light of my world
When tears came, where were you?
Loneliness is my lot in life,
Punishment for my soul.

But why am I being punished?
What have I done to you?
We have one specific moment,
mine passed by in silence.

-Me

 

This is excellent. 

[AC Benus]

2 hours ago, Brayon said:

My attempt at a Lyric. I am by no means a poet, but after having a dear friend cry on my shoulder after his girl broke up with him, again and for good this time, I felt compelled to try again at one of AC's Zero to Hero. I used Poetry Soup to count syllables.

Punishment -

Farewell to the Light of my world
When tears came, where were you?
Loneliness is my lot in life,
Punishment for my soul.

But why am I being punished?
What have I done to you?
We have one specific moment,
mine passed by in silence.

-Me

 

It's brilliant. As a set of 8-6 Lyrics, it works perfectly, and you should be proud. The subject matter is sad and touching; most people will be able to relate to it. I'm pleased my poetry prompt stuck in your mind. That is the goal after all, that when inspiration or the need to write strikes, a person can pull the right tool from their poetic toolbox and give expression to their feelings. You've succeeded really well here. 

And thank you for sharing 

[Brayon]

Thank you, @MacGreg and @AC Benus. Normally when I attempt stuff like this, It's like me trying to write in C++. I can read it, but I have no clue how to write it.

 

AC pointed out that the last line can be changed up some, and I like what he suggested. So changing it to:

Farewell to the Light of my world
When tears came, where were you?
Loneliness is my lot in life,
Punishment for my soul.

But why am I being punished?
What have I done to you?
We have one specific moment,
And mine passed in silence.

I think it works a lot better.

[Emi GS]

8 hours ago, Brayon said:

Thank you, @MacGreg and @AC Benus. Normally when I attempt stuff like this, It's like me trying to write in C++. I can read it, but I have no clue how to write it.

 

AC pointed out that the last line can be changed up some, and I like what he suggested. So changing it to:

Farewell to the Light of my world
When tears came, where were you?
Loneliness is my lot in life,
Punishment for my soul.

But why am I being punished?
What have I done to you?
We have one specific moment,
And mine passed in silence.

I think it works a lot better.

I know AC's prompts just pull your poetic self out. So does his suggestions give a boost. You have did great on this. Especially the last line. Loved the way you have portrayed it. 

Edited June 7, 2019 by Emi GS

[Black Paper]

(nspired by The Story Lover) I write this as if the wind and the water were speaking to one another & are actually lovers & that is how the storm is created.

Hearts Across Space:

Hearts across space without a trace,
Connect together with love and grace.

I cannot see you, yet, I can feel you.
I can’t touch you, but, I can heal you.

I know you are there, anywhere & everywhere.
I feel it in the ocean. I smell it in the air.

I do not know, exactly, where you are.
Yet, I feel you are close. You are not far.

We have a connection which cannot be bought.
Our special bond cannot be fought.

We are so beautiful. Our love is powerful.
None can steal it. For, it is magical.

There is a shift in the air. A change in the Earth.
Our love grows, now, into a rebirth.

The waters of our ocean are now growing and change.
Nothing, now, stops our powers from ranging.

We are, now, about to create the Storm. And with our powers, we will transform.

What are we, exactly?
Are we forces of nature?

Perhaps we are, whether,

or not we are the weather...

-Black Paper

[Parker Owens]

39 minutes ago, Black Paper said:

(nspired by The Story Lover) I write this as if the wind and the water were speaking to one another & are actually lovers & that is how the storm is created.

Hearts Across Space:

Hearts across space without a trace,
Connect together with love and grace.

I cannot see you, yet, I can feel you.
I can’t touch you, but, I can heal you.

I know you are there, anywhere & everywhere.
I feel it in the ocean. I smell it in the air.

I do not know, exactly, where you are.
Yet, I feel you are close. You are not far.

We have a connection which cannot be bought.
Our special bond cannot be fought.

We are so beautiful. Our love is powerful.
None can steal it. For, it is magical.

There is a shift in the air. A change in the Earth.
Our love grows, now, into a rebirth.

The waters of our ocean are now growing and change.
Nothing, now, stops our powers from ranging.

We are, now, about to create the Storm. And with our powers, we will transform.

What are we, exactly?
Are we forces of nature?

Perhaps we are, whether,

or not we are the weather...

-Black Paper

Thanks for posting this here. It’s interesting and reads well; best of all, it insists on making me feel. 

[Parker Owens]

And if I can suggest, everyone ought to go read @Mikiesboy‘s Reflection: Commemorating Pulse. It’s here:

https://gayauthors.org/story/mikiesboy/reflection-commemorating-pulse/1

 

[Black Paper]

55 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

Thanks for posting this here. It’s interesting and reads well; best of all, it insists on making me feel. 

Thank you very much. I wrote it in a few minutes when I read one of his poems with the same title and figured I'd make my own.💕🎭🎴🎩

[AC Benus]

Check out and encourage this sexy poetry by @droughtquake!

 

[northie]

Posted my first poem here in a while (a long while). You may find it here, if you're interested:

https://gayauthors.org/story/northie/re-verse/7

[AC Benus]

 

Dear bird, thy Tunes and Sportings here,

Delight us all the Day;

Who dwell'st amongst us half the Year,

And then art forced away.

 

Thou canst not Winter's Fury bear,

But cross the Southern Main,

To warmer Africk dost repair,

Till Spring return again.

 

But, Ah! No Force of Storm, or Art,

Drives Cupid from my Brest,

He took Possession of my Heart,

And in it built his Nest.

 

This Bird there hatches all his Young,

Where each by Instinct led,

Learns of its Sire his Tricks and Song,

With Shell upon its Head.

 

And e'er these Loves have plumed their wings,

They multiply apace,

For as one plays, or cries, or sings,

It propagates its Race.

 

Now their Confusion's grown so loud,

It cannot be expressed:

I've such Disturbance with the Crowd,

They give my Soul no Rest.

Philip Ayres (translating Anacreon)

 

[Parker Owens]

What a lovely poem. I love the connection to birds and migration; and to love, of course. It does feel like the late 18th century verse I have in an old crumbling book at home...