' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[Valkyrie]

I'm out of 'likes' too, but I had a blast working with VAMP. 

[Defiance19]

Two weeks ago I asked around for people who wanted to write a Renga Poem with me.

 

Valkyrie, Aditus, Mikiesboy and Puppilull  proudly present VAMP's first poem:

 

The bright lights flashing

Obscure the closeness we seek

And leave us blinded

 

So many words unspoken

Our love in pieces—broken

 

Words ever whispered

in the dark are seared deeply

into memory.

 

Haunting echoes of past crimes,

memories of happy times.

 

Can we open eyes

Gone blind with past transgressions,

Reforming the whole?

 

Focusing on what we shared 

See each other with souls bared.

 

Please let's try again

Our love is worth fighting for—

Two souls meant to be

 

Merging those halves of a whole

And twining our shattered soul 

 

VAMP, love it.. This is all sorts of wonderful. It's a beautiful collaboration. I hope there'll be more.. 

[Parker Owens]

The group of you are to be congratulated on such a wonderful poem!

[Parker Owens]

I could not post yesterday, but here are my offerings for yesterday and today.

 

 

 

For this, I took Val's prompt to compose a prayer...

 

APRIL 16

 

I call upon that love so deep

to bless and hold you as you weep;

and may such love that broad and high

dry every tear, hear every sigh.

 

I pray the love that has no end

your hurt and sadness to attend;

and not in some amorphous way,

but by each face throughout the day.

 

I bid the love that lights the stars

to bind your wounds and fade your scars;

and may that love made manifest

keep watch with you and give you rest.

 

 

And for this,  I just got the idea from a sneeze...

 

APRIL 17

 

Pollen, like rumor, drifts airborne, unseen.

Its news irritates, accumulates, intensifies

in subtle ranks or trapped in corners. 

          Green gossiped buds release messages maddening to the eyes,

          running them red with tears. 

 

Branches collect tales to make hearers allergic to further detail,

and every mouth an open flower, 

decked in choicest, colorful, fecund story. 

Warm breeze, exhaled,

           carries all aloft. 

 

Unnumbered wild bees are far too few to fertilize every situation.

And later, the chatty, whispering trees release 

whole clouds of irresponsible speculation.

[Mikiesboy]

 

I could not post yesterday, but here are my offerings for yesterday and today.

 

 

 

For this, I took Val's prompt to compose a prayer...

 

APRIL 16

 

I call upon that love so deep

to bless and hold you as you weep;

and may such love that broad and high

dry every tear, hear every sigh.

 

I pray the love that has no end

your hurt and sadness to attend;

and not in some amorphous way,

but by each face throughout the day.

 

I bid the love that lights the stars

to bind your wounds and fade your scars;

and may that love made manifest

keep watch with you and give you rest.

 

 

And for this,  I just got the idea from a sneeze...

 

APRIL 17

 

Pollen, like rumor, drifts airborne, unseen.

Its news irritates, accumulates, intensifies

in subtle ranks or trapped in corners. 

          Green gossiped buds release messages maddening to the eyes,

          running them red with tears. 

 

Branches collect tales to make hearers allergic to further detail,

and every mouth an open flower, 

decked in choicest, colorful, fecund story. 

Warm breeze, exhaled,

           carries all aloft. 

 

Unnumbered wild bees are far too few to fertilize every situation.

And later, the chatty, whispering trees release 

whole clouds of irresponsible speculation.

 

have no likes!!!  both are wonderful Parker.. :heart:

[Valkyrie]

 

I could not post yesterday, but here are my offerings for yesterday and today.

 

 

 

For this, I took Val's prompt to compose a prayer...

 

APRIL 16

 

I call upon that love so deep

to bless and hold you as you weep;

and may such love that broad and high

dry every tear, hear every sigh.

 

I pray the love that has no end

your hurt and sadness to attend;

and not in some amorphous way,

but by each face throughout the day.

 

I bid the love that lights the stars

to bind your wounds and fade your scars;

and may that love made manifest

keep watch with you and give you rest.

 

 

And for this,  I just got the idea from a sneeze...

 

APRIL 17

 

Pollen, like rumor, drifts airborne, unseen.

Its news irritates, accumulates, intensifies

in subtle ranks or trapped in corners. 

          Green gossiped buds release messages maddening to the eyes,

          running them red with tears. 

 

Branches collect tales to make hearers allergic to further detail,

and every mouth an open flower, 

decked in choicest, colorful, fecund story. 

Warm breeze, exhaled,

           carries all aloft. 

 

Unnumbered wild bees are far too few to fertilize every situation.

And later, the chatty, whispering trees release 

whole clouds of irresponsible speculation.

 

The first is absolutely beautiful and I really enjoyed the second also. 

[Mikiesboy]

Day 17

I liked the idea of writing a prayer, thanks to Parker and Val… so wrote this for us and Ripley.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart

The time had come for us to part

Keep him safe in heaven above

Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog

Ours deserves a special epilogue

He taught me love, acceptance and joy

Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great

In his world, there was no hate

He lived now and loved his people

Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments

And don’t forget the fire hydrants

Give him lots of jobs and things

So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup

Our time here isn’t yet up

Your spirit now is beyond our ken

But I know that we’ll meet again. 

 

 

RIP my sweet boy.

July 2005 to April 16, 2016

Edited April 17, 2016 by Mikiesboy

[Valkyrie]

Day 17

I liked the idea of writing a prayer, thanks to Parker and Val… so wrote this for us and Ripley.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart

The time had come for us to part

Keep him safe in heaven above

Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog

Ours deserves a special epilogue

He taught me love, acceptance and joy

Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great

In his world, there was no hate

He lived now and loved his people

Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments

And don’t forget the fire hydrants

Give him lots of jobs and things

So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup

Our time here isn’t yet up

Your spirit now is beyond our ken

But I know that we’ll meet again. 

 

 

RIP my sweet boy.

July 2005 to April 16, 2016

I'm out of 'like's so  

[Valkyrie]

I've been posting my NaPoWriMo poems on Thursdays, but I wanted to share this one a little early.  I wrote it for Tim  

 

Loss

Empty sunspot,

Devoid of warmth.

 

Cooking dinner

With no fear of tripping.

 

Silence

When the doorbell rings. 

 

Hope

We will meet again one day.

[Drew Espinosa]

Day 17

I liked the idea of writing a prayer, thanks to Parker and Val… so wrote this for us and Ripley.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart

The time had come for us to part

Keep him safe in heaven above

Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog

Ours deserves a special epilogue

He taught me love, acceptance and joy

Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great

In his world, there was no hate

He lived now and loved his people

Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments

And don’t forget the fire hydrants

Give him lots of jobs and things

So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup

Our time here isn’t yet up

Your spirit now is beyond our ken

But I know that we’ll meet again. 

 

 

RIP my sweet boy.

July 2005 to April 16, 2016

Tim, this a wonderful tribute to Ripley, I actually teared up when you wrote, "Ripley will be a terrific angel." Indeed he will

[Mikiesboy]

I've been posting my NaPoWriMo poems on Thursdays, but I wanted to share this one a little early.  I wrote it for Tim  

 

Loss

Empty sunspot,

Devoid of warmth.

 

Cooking dinner

With no fear of tripping.

 

Silence

When the doorbell rings. 

 

Hope

We will meet again one day.

Oh Val.. you're a doll.. thank you so much. This is lovely... xoxox

Tim, this a wonderful tribute to Ripley, I actually teared up when you wrote, "Ripley will be a terrific angel." Indeed he will

Thanks Drew.. he wouldn't want anyone sad.. so I tried to keep this sweet for him.. Thanks my friend. 

[Headstall]

Day 17

I liked the idea of writing a prayer, thanks to Parker and Val… so wrote this for us and Ripley.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart

The time had come for us to part

Keep him safe in heaven above

Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog

Ours deserves a special epilogue

He taught me love, acceptance and joy

Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great

In his world, there was no hate

He lived now and loved his people

Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments

And don’t forget the fire hydrants

Give him lots of jobs and things

So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup

Our time here isn’t yet up

Your spirit now is beyond our ken

But I know that we’ll meet again. 

 

 

RIP my sweet boy.

July 2005 to April 16, 2016

Made me cry... beautiful tribute to your loved one xo

[Mikiesboy]

Made me cry... beautiful tribute to your loved one xo

Awww Gary ... thank you very much.... xoxo

[Parker Owens]

Today's offering...taking up a Val prompt about a song...

 

APRIL 18

 

I quietly lived my life alone

when a song broke out within my soul.

The melody cracked my silent stone

to release the stream that made me whole.

 

No popular background music this,

not the stuff of bank or airport bar.

Its quality pierced the ear with bliss,

like the velvet night pierced by a star.

 

I understood stillness, single, one,

but the music went on unceasing.

You entered my walls, now I am done;

and my spirit its hymns releasing.

[dughlas]

Day 17

I liked the idea of writing a prayer, thanks to Parker and Val… so wrote this for us and Ripley.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart

The time had come for us to part

Keep him safe in heaven above

Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog

Ours deserves a special epilogue

He taught me love, acceptance and joy

Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great

In his world, there was no hate

He lived now and loved his people

Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments

And don’t forget the fire hydrants

Give him lots of jobs and things

So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup

Our time here isn’t yet up

Your spirit now is beyond our ken

But I know that we’ll meet again. 

 

 

RIP my sweet boy.

July 2005 to April 16, 2016

Thistle wants so desparately to know why I'm crying ... I wish your boy was in the here and now but without doubt he remains in your heart.

[Mikiesboy]

Thistle wants so desparately to know why I'm crying ... I wish your boy was in the here and now but without doubt he remains in your heart.

Oh dugh.. I didn't want you to cry.. I came home today and it just feels wrong here, someone is missing. I dont like it. But I feel like if I went to get another dog now, I'd expect him to be and act like our sweet boy. That's not fair, so we need some time to stop feelin that.

[Valkyrie]

Oh dugh.. I didn't want you to cry.. I came home today and it just feels wrong here, someone is missing. I dont like it. But I feel like if I went to get another dog now, I'd expect him to be and act like our sweet boy. That's not fair, so we need some time to stop feelin that.

You'll know when it's the right time.  I went about six months after my last cat died before I got the two I have now.  It was strange and the house was so quiet.  I needed that time, though. You and Mike both need time to grieve. 

[Parker Owens]

Missed yesterday...so a double offering today....

 

APRIL 19

 

Now the desolation of the inward spirit,

now the empty, silent halls;

now all planning, thinking, waiting, has no merit,

useless echo on the walls.

 

Once prepared and keen to fight the noble battle,

once made ready, full of hope,

once full confident of lance and shield and saddle,

now all strewn upon the slope.

 

Here the blooms wave cheerful in the bleak destruction,

Here a face in grey repose,

Here the youth lies victim of the last seduction,

Once who sniffed a crimson rose.

 

Tell me what the reason was that killed my lover?

Tell me why he marched to die?

Tell me who decided on this field, no other,

here the meadow he should lie?

 

Who can know the processes of thought,

that with so much so very little bought?

 

 

 

APRIL 20

 

Sunlight on sunglasses,

Fresh cut green scented grasses,

Great place for passes.

 

Easy laughter smiles

Amusement happily whiles

As midday beguiles.

 

Later, sun may frown;

Together, evening may crown

Fields made out of down.

[dughlas]

Wow Parker the first put me in mind of the poems from the era of the Civil War and WWI ... the lost souls of young men who left their schools and colleges to engage in noble cause.

 

The second so suits the park where the pup and I walked this morning ... the grass had been cut late yesterday and as the morning sun warmed the ground the scent lifted on the soft breeze.

 

Thanks for these.

[Doctor Oger]

April 19 is really good.

It has a singing rhythm.

[Aditus]

Seven hectic poems to cope with a stressful week. NaPoWriMo 3. week.

[Parker Owens]

Seven hectic poems to cope with a stressful week. NaPoWriMo 3. week.

 

Seven sensuous stunners! Great poems, Adi!

[Parker Owens]

Here is today's offering....you can find the week in review at    https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/21

 

 

APRIL 21

 

Today I saw my God edge near my chair;

his movement subtle caught my weary eye.

I wondered what the deity did there;

was this the dreadful moment I must die?

 

I looked at God, and he gazed calmly back;

what ploy divine did he have up his sleeve?

He was no fearsome angel white or black,

but just a simple man, a touch naive.

 

They say that when you die, your sorry life

replays within your mind all in a trice.

I know my own unwound in howling strife,

yet God moved closer still, it felt so nice.

 

I died then in your arms, and yet survive;

for by your kiss I'm never more alive. 

[Valkyrie]

Here is Week Three of NaPoWriMo

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/valkyrie/aprilmusings/5

[Dolores Esteban]

Your VAMP poem is great.