' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[northie]

I wrote something to cheer up our friend Parker after his upsetting weekend. I had enormous fun writing it while also teaching myself about meter, rhythm and rhyme. In this case, they're all based on ones found in northern ballads; what set this off in particular was Chevy Chase, one of the Border ballads. I should warn you that what resulted has the heft and weight of a meringue but hopefully will still be enjoyable ...

 

(It may help to know that we both play Last Post Wins )

 

 

The bard's pursuit (Part 1)

 

A grasping bard did gold desire,

He plotted all the while.

He drained his cup all through the night

And thought with all his guile.

 

One cool, bright morn he hurried forth

And thought he had a plan.

He'd schemed and plotted wicked things

As only a rhymer can.

 

The crown he sought was of the Queen

Whose knights were fair and strong.

The cunning man had only words

All fancy, short and long.

 

The bard did walk close by the gate

And hailed a knight within,

'Good sir, pray let me in full speed

I have love's heart to win.'

 

The knight looked at the man in front

And what he saw was fair.

To let him through would be a crime

And that he did not dare.

 

The cunning bard let loose his tongue,

He flattered with all his might.

He sang sweet songs of love and praise

And made all wrongs seem right.

 

The knight he blushed as pink as dawn

And then he felt a kiss -

So sweet with love and tender care,

His heart was full of bliss.

 

He sighed full long then gave the word

And let the man straight in.

The wily bard him spurned, then ran,

The shiny for to win.

 

Part 2 to follow in due course ...

 

Any comments (good or bad) will be appreciated!

Edited August 23, 2016 by northie

[AC Benus]

I wrote something to cheer up our friend Parker after his upsetting weekend. I had enormous fun writing it while also teaching myself about meter, rhythm and rhyme. In this case, they're all based on ones found in northern ballads; what set this off in particular was Chevy Chase, one of the Border ballads. I should warn you that what resulted has the heft and weight of a meringue but hopefully will still be enjoyable ...

 

 

You should check out my poetry prompts in the prompts section....

[Parker Owens]

I love meringue, its weight is air, 

to eat it feels so debonair...

 

Thanks so much Northie, this bard at least is blushing and pleased.

[Emi GS]

Another ballade for today, now on Occasional Poetry, in case you are interested...https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/39

It was perfect Parker. I loved it. And I liked the last line of every stanza 'Could you have possibly loved me at all?' was just heart wrenching. Well done Parker...

[Emi GS]

I wrote something to cheer up our friend Parker after his upsetting weekend. I had enormous fun writing it while also teaching myself about meter, rhythm and rhyme. In this case, they're all based on ones found in northern ballads; what set this off in particular was Chevy Chase, one of the Border ballads. I should warn you that what resulted has the heft and weight of a meringue but hopefully will still be enjoyable ...

 

(It may help to know that we both play Last Post Wins )

 

 

The bard's pursuit (Part 1)

 

A grasping bard did gold desire,

He plotted all the while.

He drained his cup all through the night

And thought with all his guile.

 

One cool, bright morn he hurried forth

And thought he had a plan.

He'd schemed and plotted wicked things

As only a rhymer can.

 

The crown he sought was of the Queen

Whose knights were fair and strong.

The cunning man had only words

All fancy, short and long.

 

The bard did walk close by the gate

And hailed a knight within,

'Good sir, pray let me in full speed

I have love's heart to win.'

 

The knight looked at the man in front

And what he saw was fair.

To let him through would be a crime

And that he did not dare.

 

The cunning bard let loose his tongue,

He flattered with all his might.

He sang sweet songs of love and praise

And made all wrongs seem right.

 

The knight he blushed as pink as dawn

And then he felt a kiss -

So sweet with love and tender care,

His heart was full of bliss.

 

He sighed full long then gave the word

And let the man straight in.

The wily bard him spurned, then ran,

The shiny for to win.

 

Part 2 to follow in due course ...

 

Any comments (good or bad) will be appreciated!

Auh!!! Nice gesture and poem. I know you'd fall for the bard and his poems, north woman...

 

And My shiny...

Edited August 24, 2016 by Emi GS

[Emi GS]

Hey, Ben suggested that I should post it here to get different comments and different minds to suggest me. I was reluctant at first because I had wrote it for Anthology. But I thought it would better to get help from you guys.

 

So what do you think of this Issa Style Haiku.

 

Full moon deity—

I pledged thy farewell and all

blossoms shone off-mood

Edited August 24, 2016 by Emi GS

[northie]

Auh!!! Nice gesture and poem. I know you'd fall for the bard and his poems, north woman...

And My shiny...

Thanks, Emi!

 

I've 'fallen' for the bard? Hmm, you may want to revisit this after Part 2 ...

 

btw you do realise you're in the wrong place for the shiny ...

[Parker Owens]

The bard is on his mission swift,

no fair distraction brooked

by lissom guard, or page with gift,

or finger curved and crooked.

 

Northie's poem was truly kind and lovely. But I am anticipating a sequel in which the bard gets his comeuppance. Off with his head!

[northie]

Now that would be telling, wouldn't it ...  No spoilers allowed. The only thing I'd say is that I'm the teller of this tale and not the bard ...

 

('comeuppance' is such a wonderful, old-fashioned word.)

[dughlas]

Another ballade for today, now on Occasional Poetry, in case you are interested...https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/39

I really can't comment intelligently on the form but the words ... they are beautiful in their use.

[Emi GS]

Ok guys, I am again reminding you all. Can anyone suggest me on this Haiku???

 

So what do you think of this Issa Style Haiku.

 

Full moon deity—

I pledged thy farewell and all

blossoms shone off-mood

[AC Benus]

Ok guys, I am again reminding you all. Can anyone suggest me on this Haiku???

 

You have my comments in PM. I'd go with the prose version you showed me

[AC Benus]

Here's a little poem I jotted down a couple days ago. I was doing something completely different, but it wouldn't leave me alone.

 

 

les mots bêtes

ou les concepts sauvages

– qui c'est la différence? 

Edited August 27, 2016 by AC Benus

[Parker Owens]

Ok guys, I am again reminding you all. Can anyone suggest me on this Haiku???

 

My initial feeling is that 'thy' could be 'thee' and it might be clearer.

[Mikiesboy]

Ok guys, I am again reminding you all. Can anyone suggest me on this Haiku???

agree with parker...but maybe it's me...but I'm not getting the last line

Here's a little poem I jotted down a couple days ago. I was doing something completely different, but it wouldn't leave me alone.

 

 

 

les mots bête

ou les concept sauvage

– qui c'est la différence? 

Sadly do not speaka da french... I'll Google it laterz!

[Parker Owens]

Here's a little poem I jotted down a couple days ago. I was doing something completely different, but it wouldn't leave me alone.

 

 

les mots bête

ou les concept sauvage

– qui c'est la différence? 

 

The beast words

or the savage idea...

- what is the difference?

 

how is my rusty high school French (and I took Spanish...)? As for the idea (if I've got it), it is no wonder it would not leave you alone. So much could flow from that little thought...

[Emi GS]

Here's a little poem I jotted down a couple days ago. I was doing something completely different, but it wouldn't leave me alone.

 

 

les mots bête

ou les concept sauvage

– qui c'est la différence?

This is what I got from google...

 

The stupid words or wild concept - That is the difference?

 

Now what I think!?... I'll wait others first...

[Parker Owens]

Today, my friends, I offer a sonata in Occasional Poetry. Happy Friday. https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/40

[AC Benus]

les mots bêtes

ou les concepts sauvages

– qui c'est la différence? 

 

It's funny, I have no desire to do an English translation of this one. I know it's just a few words, but many have a specific gravity in French that's near impossible to express. Like, mot. It may pass as 'word' in English, but it also carries ideas of 'vocabulary' and 'expressions' as well.

 

But the real heart is in bête and sauvage. Bête makes me think of Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast, and all the lovely angst that comes with it. Concepts sauvages is redolent (to me, anyway) of the spirit of Rousseau, the 18th century philosopher who coined the term (and spurred the movement to go) Back to Nature.

 

Anyway, those are my thoughts. Thanks for everybody's comments and interest    

Edited August 27, 2016 by AC Benus

[AC Benus]

Like a man sitting in an empty church,

A whisper about me reverberates,

Filling dark recesses as if to search

The holy voids where His light hesitates.

If I fold my hands in prayer and watch them,

I see one hand mine and the other yours,

And if from my muttering mouth prayers stem,

It's our commingled voice that then endures.

Lonely and separate as we are right now,

The sacred emptiness is just your soul,

And I inhabit that space somehow,

Knowing even your absence can console.

Still, I whisper your Name and Love at once,

And two forces soar and the gloom confronts.

[asamvav111]

A kiss for AC for the poem above. God bless the bard forever in love.

Edited August 27, 2016 by asamvav111

[Mikiesboy]

A kiss for AC for the poem above. God bless the bard forever in love.

No likes but I'll be back with them .. could not agree more, this poem is one of AC's best!! 

Edited August 27, 2016 by Mikiesboy

[Mikiesboy]

Like a man sitting in an empty church,

A whisper about me reverberates,

Filling dark recesses as if to search

The holy voids where His light hesitates.

If I fold my hands in prayer and watch them,

I see one hand mine and the other yours,

And if from my muttering mouth prayers stem,

It's our commingled voice that then endures.

Lonely and separate as we are right now,

The sacred emptiness is just your soul,

And I inhabit that space somehow,

Knowing even your absence can console.

Still, I whisper your Name and Love at once,

And two forces soar and the gloom confronts.

AC .. this poem... well most of your poems are simply wonderful. But this one is beyond good... drifting quietly towards perfection. Just saying ...  Actually I'm just saying thank you. For your poetry, for your generous spirit, for supporting poetry on GA like you do and the supporting the poets here who seem to be coming out all over again!

[AC Benus]

AC .. this poem... well most of your poems are simply wonderful. But this one is beyond good... drifting quietly towards perfection. Just saying ...  Actually I'm just saying thank you. For your poetry, for your generous spirit, for supporting poetry on GA like you do and the supporting the poets here who seem to be coming out all over again!

<3 <3 <3

[Doctor Oger]

Here's a little poem I jotted down a couple days ago. I was doing something completely different, but it wouldn't leave me alone.

 

 

les mots bête

ou les concept sauvage

– qui c'est la différence? 

 

*gives you three s to tack onto 'bête', 'concept' and 'sauvage'*

Edited August 27, 2016 by Doctor Oger