AC Benus Posted April 27, 2016 Author Share Posted April 27, 2016 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. It's a brilliant sonnet, Parker. Knowing we die like that is such a familiar feeling to me.... If I can suggest, please work on not ending your quatrains on the second line (I know, I'm a broken record). And there is something unresolved about the way it heads into the couplet. I suppose it's the change in setting - from sitting and watching to being in his arms and kissing. Maybe a slight re-keying would be better, like "If I die in your arms, and yet survive." Does my comment here make sense...? Beautiful poem, Parker! 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 @AC...I think I catch your plea rightly, and if so, your point is well taken. I will have to think on this longer. I also see your point about the transition to the last couplet. I will want to go back to the sonnet drawing board...I still like the notion of seeing god in another's face, but there is much to think over here. Many thanks! 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 Here is today's poem....two more to go in April! APRIL 28 Have I an honest choice to sleep or wake? Perhaps may I declare, for pity's sake, tormented restless slumber at an end, lest sleeping cause my sanity to break? Release me, please, oh Morpheus, I send a fervent prayer; through twilight may it wend: that some more worthy sleeper you embrace, while all your servants carefully attend. I cannot rest, my nightmare gives no grace, it patently refuses to erase the images burned on my inward mind, or leave me in the dark without a trace. I never knew the morn to be unkind so as to tarry long enough to find me wholly given over to that ache, and in the bedsheet hopelessly entwined. 2 Link to comment
Nick Brady Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 Parker's poems emboldened me to post a few of my own and the response has been gratifying. Now Mikiesboy has invited me to this forum and here I am. I have posted to small sets of my poems and may put up a few more. As my contribution to the forum, here is (my attempt at) a sonnet. CYCLEWhen summer's burning heat at last is over,and autumn rains again refresh the earth.There is a burst of life which like a novahurls out the light that preceeds icy death.The wind boils leaves in heaven's flashing cauldrenan endless stream of color swirls and falls,and reveals Seurat's dappled vision,a patchwork quilt that flows and covers all.That which spring began and summer nurtured,at autumn's end must safe be stored inside.With winter's cold the cycle's finally ended.Tender life digs deep, flies south, or dies.At last comes winter's quiet time which bringsall life's return in resurrection spring. 4 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 Like this! Seurat's dappled vision is a cool image. Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 New offering for today..... APRIL 29 My body is an old house, a sad ruin, overgrown; neither historic nor worth a detour, and ripe for demolition. But I picnicked here once, and danced with my lover in the green, growing garden under the afternoon sun. My body is an ancient suit coat, worn and hopelessly outdated, missing buttons, with gaping holes in the lining, which no tailor's art could improve. Yet it is a favorite of mine, as I inherited it from my father; it fits me perfectly as it did him: I wear it everywhere I go. My body is a discarded tire abandoned in the tall weeds. Its cracked tread worn down to nothing lets broken steel belting peek through. Once I carried a thousand children safely on their varied journeys. Perhaps another life awaits: a planter, or a swing stretching far out over cool, shining water. 2 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 New offering for today..... APRIL 29 My body is an old house, a sad ruin, overgrown; neither historic nor worth a detour, and ripe for demolition. But I picnicked here once, and danced with my lover in the green, growing garden under the afternoon sun. My body is an ancient suit coat, worn and hopelessly outdated, missing buttons, with gaping holes in the lining, which no tailor's art could improve. Yet it is a favorite of mine, as I inherited it from my father; it fits me perfectly as it did him: I wear it everywhere I go. My body is a discarded tire abandoned in the tall weeds. Its cracked tread worn down to nothing lets broken steel belting peek through. Once I carried a thousand children safely on their varied journeys. Perhaps another life awaits: a planter, or a swing stretching far out over cool, shining water. Interesting and attention catching ... but ... what words will you write when you become old and worn? 1 Link to comment
Site Administrator Popular Post Valkyrie Posted April 29, 2016 Site Administrator Popular Post Share Posted April 29, 2016 I thought those of us who frequent this forum would appreciate this 6 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 @Val...awesome! @Dugh...dilapidated, threadbare, careworn.... 2 Link to comment
Puppilull Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 I thought those of us who frequent this forum would appreciate this I love them. So funny! 2 Link to comment
Defiance19 Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 Oh that is great Val!.. And Parker I love your latest poems, but I've run out of likes, so... 1 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Tomorrow is Day 30!! Honestly I'm glad it's over. I'm glad I did it, but I'm glad it's over. What a lot of work. 3 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 (edited) I agree with Tim... A lot of work, but so worth it! I am crazy busy tomorrow, so I am pre-posting tonight for tomorrow with my last submissions. You can find the whole week plus at https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/22 APRIL 30 Come, friend and teach to me the art of poetry. I would unlock the secret door of words. Inside, we'll dance with syllables all dressed in finest metre sewn, and trade looks of meaning. APRIL 31 A poem rumbles in the distance like a summer storm. Its black clouds may pass by to the north leaving the earth bone dry, or with a sprinkle of little worth. But the thrill of possibility remains, a downpour to fill the drains, and lightning to clear the mind. Edited April 30, 2016 by Parker Owens 5 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 I agree with Tim... A lot of work, but so worth it! I am crazy busy tomorrow, so I am pre-posting tonight for tomorrow with my last submissions. You can find the whole week plus at https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/22 APRIL 30 Come, friend and teach to me the art of poetry. I would unlock the secret door of words. Inside, we'll dance with syllables all dressed in finest metre sewn, and trade looks of meaning. APRIL 31 A poem rumbles in the distance like a summer storm. Its black clouds may pass by to the north leaving the earth bone dry, or with a sprinkle of little worth. But the thrill of possibility remains, a downpour to fill the drains, and lightning to clear the mind. Is there an April 31??? Or is this just the bonus??? 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Awwww, Tim, it was just a little something extra! Just for fun... 2 Link to comment
Popular Post AC Benus Posted April 30, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 30, 2016 (edited) Congrats to all the April poets! I'm still playing catch-up, but I will get to read all your work in the coming weeks. One of the prompts tempted me this morning; the one about using seldom-heard words. This notion, coupled with some blogs I've read recently, resulted in this little 'gem.' hehe Style guide writers, with their endless lists of 'DON'Ts' Are like herniated bivalves Bloviating it from both ends. (I hope it made you laugh ) Edited May 5, 2016 by AC Benus 6 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Awwww, Tim, it was just a little something extra! Just for fun... Yipee!!! hehe Link to comment
Puppilull Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Congrats to all the April poets! I'm still playing catch-up, but I will get to read all your work in the coming weeks. One of the prompts tempted me this morning; the one about using seldom-heard words. This, coupled with some blogs I've read recently, resulted this little 'gem.' hehe Style guide writers, with their endless lists of 'DON'Ts' Are like herniated bivalves Bloviating it from both ends. (I hope this made you laugh ) I'll just get my dictionary... LOL 2 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Congrats to all the April poets! I'm still playing catch-up, but I will get to read all your work in the coming weeks. One of the prompts tempted me this morning; the one about using seldom-heard words. This, coupled with some blogs I've read recently, resulted this little 'gem.' hehe Style guide writers, with their endless lists of 'DON'Ts' Are like herniated bivalves Bloviating it from both ends. (I hope this made you laugh ) yup it did 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 30, 2016 Author Share Posted April 30, 2016 (edited) I made the first draft of May's Poetry Prompt this morning. In my research I gained new respect for Ezra Pound. I had always thought of him as rather dry, but I stumbled across this stunningly beautiful poem. Δώρια [[Doria]] Be in me as the eternal moods Of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are – Gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of grey waters. Let the gods speak softly of us In days hereafter, the shadowy flowers of Orcus Remember thee. You can find most of his poems here. http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/ezra_pound_2012_4.pdf Edited April 30, 2016 by AC Benus 3 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 I must tell you that I shall deeply miss that daily dose of words sublime ... the other ones too. In sooth I say thanks for sharing those bits of yourself. Namaste. 3 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 I made the first draft of May's Poetry Prompt this morning. In my research I gained new respect for Ezra Pound. I had always thought of him as rather dry, but I stumbled across this stunningly beautiful poem. ÄÞñßá Be in me as the eternal moods Of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are – Gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of grey waters. Let the gods speak softly of us In days hereafter, the shadowy flowers of Orcus Remember thee. You can find most of his poems here. http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/ezra_pound_2012_4.pdf It is a rather chill and overcast day here, I am in the third day of severe migraine ... these words reached me where I currently dwell. Thank you for sharing them. 2 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 30, 2016 Author Share Posted April 30, 2016 It is a rather chill and overcast day here, I am in the third day of severe migraine ... these words reached me where I currently dwell. Thank you for sharing them. Sorry you're in pain, Dugh. My doc has me on sumatriptan now, and it can make some days functional for me. Be well, my friend. Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Sorry you're in pain, Dugh. My doc has me on sumatriptan now, and it can make some days functional for me. Be well, my friend. Thanks. I can no longer take any of the triptans. In a couple of weeks I'll get the second series of botox injections. There is still a chance they will help. 2 Link to comment
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