' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[Emi GS]

My students were all taking exams today. Some haiku observations...

 

Fierce concentration,

brow furrowed, bottom lip bit:

examination.

 

Glazed, tired eyes wander,

seeking some divine guidance:

nasty integrals.

 

Countenance brightens,

clever fingers calculate,

solutions beckon.

 

Feverish writing,

time running ever shorter,

ended by the bell.

Wow!!! This 'High_Queue' is so good. You have given an entire three hours(yeah, its three hours for us. What a nightmare right???) into those beautiful Haikus'.

[Emi GS]

I very much like the cinquain. I really should think about setting my own thought to word and sharing it hear.

We are gladly welcome you to the group. But I warn you, we are a crazy bunch to handle sometimes...

 

Such a pleasure to read all the poetry.. You all are so wonderfully talented and most times I'm lost for ways to express myself but I love it..

Thank You so much Aunt Def...

[Emi GS]

If you haven't seen this before, definitely take a look...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/482/entry-16237-extreme-unction/

[Parker Owens]

If you haven't seen this before, definitely take a look...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/482/entry-16237-extreme-unction/

Phooey. Out of likes for today...!   DO read this!

[Valkyrie]

 

My students were all taking exams today.  Some haiku observations...

 

Fierce concentration,

brow furrowed, bottom lip bit:

examination.

 

Glazed, tired eyes wander,

seeking some divine guidance:

nasty integrals.

 

Countenance brightens,

clever fingers calculate,

solutions beckon.

 

Feverish writing,

time running ever shorter,

ended by the bell.

 

You brought me right  back to those nightmarish days. lol  Thank goodness my schooling is over! 

[Atheugorei]

I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go!

I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today.

 

—————

 

"To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—"

 

With gleaming heads of pulpy white,

More tan, they say, or golden blonde;

But what I see is naught but white

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

 

I cry at you—not for you, though,

The tears line up, about to jump;

They seem afraid, as if death row

Was nothing but heartache—a dump.

 

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

Is something that one lingers for—

To face the west—to save his pawn—

Nevermind—show him to the door.

 

I wait forever—but a day,

In order so I might find light,

Of golden locks of gathered hay,

To muster will—and/or my might—

 

My weakness, my blonde deity—

Come back to me, I cry to you!

Bear the pain that hath saved me

From my ordering the hearts' coup!

 

I know that this is all for naught,

I accept it, though it me pains—

To face that dawn, is not my lot!

But, it hath saved you from my maims.

 

—————

 

Love, Atheugorei :-)

[Mikiesboy]

I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go!

I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today.

—————

"To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—"

With gleaming heads of pulpy white,

More tan, they say, or golden blonde;

But what I see is naught but white

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

I cry at you—not for you, though,

The tears line up, about to jump;

They seem afraid, as if death row

Was nothing but heartache—a dump.

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

Is something that one lingers for—

To face the west—to save his pawn—

Nevermind—show him to the door.

I wait forever—but a day,

In order so I might find light,

Of golden locks of gathered hay,

To muster will—and/or my might—

My weakness, my blonde deity—

Come back to me, I cry to you!

Bear the pain that hath saved me

From my ordering the hearts' coup!

I know that this is all for naught,

I accept it, though it me pains—

To face that dawn, is not my lot!

But, it hath saved you from my maims.

—————

Love, Atheugorei :-)

Welcome, post anytime you like. This one is terrific. ...tim

[Atheugorei]

Welcome, post anytime you like. This one is terrific. ...tim

Thanks so much! I appreciate your feedback :-D

[Mikiesboy]

AC, been talking to some poets on All Poetry.com .... what do you think of this:

 

http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/why-no-5-7-5

 

Just curious on your take.

[Former Member]

AC, been talking to some poets on All Poetry.com .... what do you think of this:

 

http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/why-no-5-7-5

 

Just curious on your take.

I glanced at it, but since it's limited on to how many of us will be composing our Haiku in Japanese, I don't think the article is very constructive for the from in non-Nihon-go uses. Informative, yes.  

[Parker Owens]

I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go!

I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today.

 

—————

 

"To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—"

 

With gleaming heads of pulpy white,

More tan, they say, or golden blonde;

But what I see is naught but white

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

 

I cry at you—not for you, though,

The tears line up, about to jump;

They seem afraid, as if death row

Was nothing but heartache—a dump.

 

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

Is something that one lingers for—

To face the west—to save his pawn—

Nevermind—show him to the door.

 

I wait forever—but a day,

In order so I might find light,

Of golden locks of gathered hay,

To muster will—and/or my might—

 

My weakness, my blonde deity—

Come back to me, I cry to you!

Bear the pain that hath saved me

From my ordering the hearts' coup!

 

I know that this is all for naught,

I accept it, though it me pains—

To face that dawn, is not my lot!

But, it hath saved you from my maims.

 

—————

 

Love, Atheugorei :-)

Really liked this....glad you posted here!

[Emi GS]

I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go!

I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today.

 

—————

 

"To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—"

 

With gleaming heads of pulpy white,

More tan, they say, or golden blonde;

But what I see is naught but white

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

 

I cry at you—not for you, though,

The tears line up, about to jump;

They seem afraid, as if death row

Was nothing but heartache—a dump.

 

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

Is something that one lingers for—

To face the west—to save his pawn—

Nevermind—show him to the door.

 

I wait forever—but a day,

In order so I might find light,

Of golden locks of gathered hay,

To muster will—and/or my might—

 

My weakness, my blonde deity—

Come back to me, I cry to you!

Bear the pain that hath saved me

From my ordering the hearts' coup!

 

I know that this is all for naught,

I accept it, though it me pains—

To face that dawn, is not my lot!

But, it hath saved you from my maims.

 

—————

 

Love, Atheugorei :-)

Welcome to the gang. You can drop by anytime you want.

 

This is fantastic. You can play with your words in an efficient way. You won't let go your self and won't even let somebody interfere it. This is so good. Nice poem...

[Emi GS]

AC, been talking to some poets on All Poetry.com .... what do you think of this:

 

http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/why-no-5-7-5

 

 

Just curious on your take.

I may not be an efficient poet, but I agree with Ben on this. That article can be observant to the least numbers who wanted to comprise their Haiku from Engligh to Japanese. Indeed it is informative...

[Mikiesboy]

I glanced at it, but since it's limited on to how many of us will be composing our Haiku in Japanese, I don't think the article is very constructive for the from in non-Nihon-go uses. Informative, yes.  

I was curious because there seems to be this big movement to write Haiku using single words and less syllables, at least with a few people I've spoken to. Reading those isn't doing a lot for me. ..Thanks AC !!

[dughlas]

I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go!

I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today.

 

—————

 

"To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—"

 

With gleaming heads of pulpy white,

More tan, they say, or golden blonde;

But what I see is naught but white

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

 

I cry at you—not for you, though,

The tears line up, about to jump;

They seem afraid, as if death row

Was nothing but heartache—a dump.

 

To face the east—to drown the dawn—

Is something that one lingers for—

To face the west—to save his pawn—

Nevermind—show him to the door.

 

I wait forever—but a day,

In order so I might find light,

Of golden locks of gathered hay,

To muster will—and/or my might—

 

My weakness, my blonde deity—

Come back to me, I cry to you!

Bear the pain that hath saved me

From my ordering the hearts' coup!

 

I know that this is all for naught,

I accept it, though it me pains—

To face that dawn, is not my lot!

But, it hath saved you from my maims.

 

—————

 

Love, Atheugorei :-)

 

I currently have no "likes" but to me this is certainly deserving. Thank you for sharing. I would be interested in any others you would post here.

[dughlas]

We are gladly welcome you to the group. But I warn you, we are a crazy bunch to handle sometimes...

 

 

Thank You so much Aunt Def...

 

Thank you Emi. I've been around just haven't posted anything for awhile.

[dughlas]

AC, been talking to some poets on All Poetry.com .... what do you think of this:

 

http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/why-no-5-7-5

 

Just curious on your take.

 

Well that's interesting but given that in western cultures we tend to think in syllables not sounds when we speak and write I think I'll stick to the 5-7-5 syllables that I was originally taught. I think the reason I am so drawn to Haiku, Tanka and cinquain is because they cause me to distill my thoughts to their most simple form. That doesn't mean I might not "cheat" occasionally for the sake of what I want to express. I think there needs to be some fluidity to strict adherence to rules.

I need to give my thanks to all of you who share your writings and thoughts here and to AC for creating this space. I have come to a much greater understanding and appreciation of a topic I never thought I would enjoy, I don't like "Poetry" because it always seemed pretentious to me, if you didn't understand what the poet was saying or appreciate the structure and rules it was because you were to stupid. You have made poetry real for me. Yeah, there are still times I just don't get it but you've made that okay so to all of you I say again ... Thanks.

[Mikiesboy]

Well that's interesting but given that in western cultures we tend to think in syllables not sounds when we speak and write I think I'll stick to the 5-7-5 syllables that I was originally taught. I think the reason I am so drawn to Haiku, Tanka and cinquain is because they cause me to distill my thoughts to their most simple form. That doesn't mean I might not "cheat" occasionally for the sake of what I want to express. I think there needs to be some fluidity to strict adherence to rules.

I need to give my thanks to all of you who share your writings and thoughts here and to AC for creating this space. I have come to a much greater understanding and appreciation of a topic I never thought I would enjoy, I don't like "Poetry" because it always seemed pretentious to me, if you didn't understand what the poet was saying or appreciate the structure and rules it was because you were to stupid. You have made poetry real for me. Yeah, there are still times I just don't get it but you've made that okay so to all of you I say again ... Thanks.

Me too, dugh! Some of these 'new haiku' are just too short for me. Just thought it was something for us to blather about.

 

I'm so glad you like poetry, really it's nothing to be afraid of. To me poetry is this great canvas and you can paint what you want. And it's not the reader's responsibility to know the forms, it's mine and my job to make that form work with what I want to express. But it's so cool how each person sees things a little differently. That's the biggest pleasure for me-seeing what people thought!

 

And AC starting this forum was brilliant, so much has come out of it .. it's brilliant!!!

[Former Member]

A while ago I posted a poem here, but today I decided to reformat it slightly. What do you think?

 

 

 

Sorrow is like a black hole
It can crush the fabric of reality
Into what is impossibly dense –
A Rip that sinks to

never rise

But

One that

demands constant feeding
So it drains all happiness as well
Into the other-side universe
Where all is sadness and hope.

 

  How many are the springs

  That feed our lamentable place

  With the tears and joys

  Of our mirrored home in the universe?

Edited May 20, 2016 by AC Benus

[Emi GS]

A while ago I posted a poem here, but today I decided to reformat it slightly. What do you think?

 

 

 

 

Sorrow is like a black hole,

It can crush the fabric of reality

Into what is impossibly dense –

A Rip that sinks to

never rise

But

One that

demands constant feeding,

So it drains all happiness as well

Into the other-side universe

Where all is sadness and hope.

 

  How many are the springs

  That feed our lamentable place

  With the tears and joys

  Of our mirrored home in the universe?

It is really a Heart-Melting poem Ben. No one know about sorrow's pros/cons other than who would go through it. It was a great job, the poem. I don't wanna see the previous state of poem, because I don't wanna get this feeling away from me right now. It rather beautiful as well as powerful poem. And thank You for Sharing with us...

[Former Member]

It is really a Heart-Melting poem Ben. No one know about sorrow's pros/cons other than who would go through it. It was a great job, the poem. I don't wanna see the previous state of poem, because I don't wanna get this feeling away from me right now. It rather beautiful as well as powerful poem. And thank You for Sharing with us...

Thank, Emi. Beautiful feedback

[Valkyrie]

A while ago I posted a poem here, but today I decided to reformat it slightly. What do you think?

 

 

 

Sorrow is like a black hole

It can crush the fabric of reality

Into what is impossibly dense –

A Rip that sinks to

never rise

But

One that

demands constant feeding

So it drains all happiness as well

Into the other-side universe

Where all is sadness and hope.

 

  How many are the springs

  That feed our lamentable place

  With the tears and joys

  Of our mirrored home in the universe?

I like this a lot, AC.  The spacing of the words is reminiscent of something passing through a black hole - whole, then crushed/condensed, then remade.  A perfect representation of the stages of grief.  It also speaks to the mirror image.  It may appear to be the same, but changes in the passing. 

[Parker Owens]

A while ago I posted a poem here, but today I decided to reformat it slightly. What do you think?

 

 

 

Sorrow is like a black hole

It can crush the fabric of reality

Into what is impossibly dense –

A Rip that sinks to

never rise

But

One that

demands constant feeding

So it drains all happiness as well

Into the other-side universe

Where all is sadness and hope.

 

  How many are the springs

  That feed our lamentable place

  With the tears and joys

  Of our mirrored home in the universe?

I really like the way you have reformatted this. The broad lines shrink to a single syllabic width, in the same way a vortex swallows everything it catches.  It perfectly captures the ideas you write about in the text. Once the words drain out below, we get a stimulating set of lines which got me thinking about whether there is a physics of sadness and hope. Is it all a zero-sum affair? Your question posed at the last make me think of the unexplored depths of the universe, and the lacunae into which we cannot see for the blackness that occupies them.  What a poem, AC!

[Drew Espinosa]

Hey guys, I noticed y'all recently discussed syllables vs. sounds in haikus.

 

Here's a video I think you might all enjoy.

[Mikiesboy]

A while ago I posted a poem here, but today I decided to reformat it slightly. What do you think?

 

 

 

Sorrow is like a black hole

It can crush the fabric of reality

Into what is impossibly dense –

A Rip that sinks to

never rise

But

One that

demands constant feeding

So it drains all happiness as well

Into the other-side universe

Where all is sadness and hope.

 

  How many are the springs

  That feed our lamentable place

  With the tears and joys

  Of our mirrored home in the universe?

I thought I'd found most your poems.. seems not ... but i love it.. and I cant do better than Emi, Val and Parker ...so I'm leaving it there...