' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[dughlas]

I saw on NBC at the end of last evening's newcast that there is a young man distributing little poems written by local elementary students. He places them under the winshield wipers of parked cars. People seemed to like it and the youngsters enjoyed writing them. Most were more like platitudes then poetry but the thought and effort was admirable.

[Former Member]

Feeling low today. Decide to drag up old hurt; here's a poem I wrote when I was 20 and dealing with the whole 'gay thing.'

 

 

Prelude:

 

I wish I could find

   something I've missed before

I dreamed I could realize

   that thing I've sought again

In a dream I think I live

   how stupid I know I am

In present I find I'm empty

   and idiot I mourn what I can 

 

 

Poem:

 

I keep waiting for the sun to be my alarm clock

I want it to awake me from my excessive sleep

   To shine on my face and melt the covers of slumber

   To make me think thoughts in a tangible kind of way

I keep waiting for the sun to enlighten my alarm clock

I want to be a person of the thinking world   

 

 

(thanks for reading)

Edited November 16, 2016 by AC Benus

[Parker Owens]

Feeling low today. Decide to drag up old hurt; here's a poem I wrote when I was 20 and dealing with the whole 'gay thing.'

 

 

Prelude:

 

I wish I could find

   something I've missed before

I dreamed I could realize

   that thing I've sought again

In a dream I think I live

   how stupid I know I am

In present I find I'm empty

   and idiot I mourn what I can 

 

 

Poem:

 

I keep waiting for the sun to be my alarm clock

I want it to awake me from my excessive sleep

   To shine on my face and melt the covers of slumber

   To make me think thoughts in a tangible kind of way

I keep waiting for the sun to enlighten my alarm clock

I want to be a person of the thinking world   

 

 

(thanks for reading)

Your twenty year old self was a great poet. Love melt the covers of slumber, and enlightened alarm clocks. But the tragic line...I think I live how stupid I know I am...that gave me pause to think.

 

thanks for sharing this,

[Mikiesboy]

Have to agree with Parker! Great poem, by an excellent poet!

[dughlas]

Wonderful words. I believe you have become "a person of the thinking world".

[Parker Owens]

And here is a Cinquain for the first snow of the year...

 

The world

changed clothes last night, 

trading its brown and gold

work stained harvest season attire 

for white; 

I don't 

much like the season's new fashion, 

though I suppose it will 

be all right for 

sleepwear.

[dughlas]

I feel rather guilty, the sun is shining brightly and it's pleasant.

[Valkyrie]

Don't feel guilty... enjoy it while it lasts!  It's cold here, but at least it's not snowing.  At the moment, anyway.   

[Former Member]

Two early poems of mine. I wish they didn’t speak so clearly to me today….

  

 

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A dream of sullen stillness born

from silent repose of faceless specters

truth of hunger, moth of desire

lie in the darkened TV sets of the subconscious

How I used to dread my own sleep.   

 

----------------

 

In the stillness that replaces the night

I wonder if I live.

Snow falls in mindless wonder where it might

oblivious to the joy and hate it gives.

In the quiet after the pulse

I think I die.

Failures both

and so I remain oblivious to the joy and hate I give.

[Mikiesboy]

Two early poems of mine. I wish they didn’t speak so clearly to me today….

  

 

----------------

 

A dream of sullen stillness born

from silent repose of faceless specters

truth of hunger, moth of desire

lie in the darkened TV sets of the subconscious

How I used to dread my own sleep.   

 

----------------

 

In the stillness that replaces the night

I wonder if I live.

Snow falls in mindless wonder where it might

oblivious to the joy and hate it gives.

In the quiet after the pulse

I think I die.

Failures both

and so I remain oblivious to the joy and hate I give.

These are sad beyond measure. But I know that sad dark place that holds you is temporary. There will be light again, AC. 

[dughlas]

As tim says the sad darkness shall pass and light will once more shine for you.

[Parker Owens]

Two early poems of mine. I wish they didn’t speak so clearly to me today….

  

 

----------------

 

A dream of sullen stillness born

from silent repose of faceless specters

truth of hunger, moth of desire

lie in the darkened TV sets of the subconscious

How I used to dread my own sleep.   

 

----------------

 

In the stillness that replaces the night

I wonder if I live.

Snow falls in mindless wonder where it might

oblivious to the joy and hate it gives.

In the quiet after the pulse

I think I die.

Failures both

and so I remain oblivious to the joy and hate I give.

"Truth of hunger, moth of desire" ...I can't forget this line. These are powerful, and difficult to read, for the sadness they radiate. Beautiful, nonetheless.

New sonnets on Occasional Poetry... https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry

[Former Member]

"Truth of hunger, moth of desire" ...I can't forget this line. These are powerful, and difficult to read, for the sadness they radiate. Beautiful, nonetheless.

New sonnets on Occasional Poetry... https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry

Thanks, Parker.

 

As for you new, amazing Sonnets - read, liked and reviewed with relish!

[asamvav111]

Therapy Unspared... Parker!

[Mikiesboy]

Found poems here

[Parker Owens]

Found poems here

I found them wonderful!  

[dughlas]

Found poems here

Amazing what can be found. Nicely done.

[Former Member]

Another gem from Meleager (Peter Whigham, translator)

 

As honey in wine – wine in honey –

   Alexis in Cleobulus

Cleobulus in Alexis

   sweet-haired and lovely each

as he with whom the other

   mingles . . . product

of such two entwined

   potent

as the vineyards of deathless Cyprus.

Edited November 28, 2016 by AC Benus

[Parker Owens]

Another gem from Meleager (Peter Whigham, translator)

 

As honey in wine – wine in honey –

   Alexis in Cleobulus

Cleobulus in Alexis

   sweet-haired and lovely each

as he with whom the other

   mingles . . . product

of such two entwined

   potent

as the vineyards of deathless Cyprus.

 

You make me want to start planning a Greek vacation. You can come with.  

 

And now some new November Cinquains...  Here:  https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/56

[Former Member]

The body of every person alive

Emits a tiny amount of light,

Which is destined to shine and to thrive

Totally below the level of sight.

Some say this light is like that of a star,

And as old as when the universe burst;

Others that it is the mind's avatar,

Showing connection clairvoyant first.

But a third way might prove the middle ground –

That the light from us made the cosmos part,

And gave meaning to all dead matter found,

For without Love, creation could not start.

The light I behold in you is just the same

As shone on us before the world had a name.  

[Valkyrie]

Today's Advent Calendar features a poem: 

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/aditus/anadventcalendar/4

 

We'd love to hear your guesses as to who the author is in our discussion forum.  

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/42319-an-advent-calendar-2016/

[Emi GS]

The body of every person alive

Emits a tiny amount of light,

Which is destined to shine and to thrive

Totally below the level of sight.

Some say this light is like that of a star,

And as old as when the universe burst;

Others that it is the mind's avatar,

Showing connection clairvoyant first.

But a third way might prove the middle ground –

That the light from us made the cosmos part,

And gave meaning to all dead matter found,

For without Love, creation could not start.

 

The light I behold in you is just the same

As shone on us before the world had a name.

Thats a very raw explanation of Aura and connection between auras and resulted love. Loved how you showed that as a invisible light. And the last couplet is my favorite. Just lovely and beautiful.

 

And thanks for including me in the poem...

 

Emits a tiny amount of light,

 

[Former Member]

Thats a very raw explanation of Aura and connection between auras and resulted love. Loved how you showed that as a invisible light. And the last couplet is my favorite. Just lovely and beautiful.

 

And thanks for including me in the poem...

 

 

Got it, Emi. - thank you for your comments. I'm feeling low at the moment, and 'unread' so your support means a great deal to me. Thanks again, and hugs and kisses         

[Aditus]

The body of every person alive

Emits a tiny amount of light,

Which is destined to shine and to thrive

Totally below the level of sight.

Some say this light is like that of a star,

And as old as when the universe burst;

Others that it is the mind's avatar,

Showing connection clairvoyant first.

But a third way might prove the middle ground –

That the light from us made the cosmos part,

And gave meaning to all dead matter found,

For without Love, creation could not start.

The light I behold in you is just the same

As shone on us before the world had a name.  

For it is love, which breathes life into the tiny flame of our 'soul/essence' so that it grows.

[Parker Owens]

The body of every person alive

Emits a tiny amount of light,

Which is destined to shine and to thrive

Totally below the level of sight.

Some say this light is like that of a star,

And as old as when the universe burst;

Others that it is the mind's avatar,

Showing connection clairvoyant first.

But a third way might prove the middle ground –

That the light from us made the cosmos part,

And gave meaning to all dead matter found,

For without Love, creation could not start.

The light I behold in you is just the same

As shone on us before the world had a name.  

 I read this poem, and found myself nodding in agreement more emphatically with each passing line. The first quatrain appealed to my mathematical-scientific self, but you subsequently developed the idea spiritually in a way that touched me deeply. I am no theologian, but you hit upon a clear and strikingly powerful metaphor, which the final couplet both emphasizes and personalizes. I am putting this one into my 'keeper file' .