Poetry for killing time

[Angeline]

So lovely...I know such thoughts in my own way.
We meet and meet and meet again....
each incarnation a mystery and a discovery.
A thrill like quite no other in the chase.

Lots of folks don't realize that ee cummings didn't just write weird shit with strange punctuation--he wrote some really beautiful love poetry. I think Somewhere I Have Never Travelled is my favorite.

 

[atmas]

Before you fall asleep

Remember when?
Outside of our bedroom window
in the dark of a summer
rainy midnight
a lone bird warbled
its varied love song
as if it knew what
we were doing
with our windows open.
It trilled on for an hour
in the middle of that night
singing descant
to my heart's melody.

 

[poppy1963]

Lots of folks don't realize that ee cummings didn't just write weird shit with strange punctuation--he wrote some really beautiful love poetry. I think Somewhere I Have Never Travelled is my favorite.

I think you are right...some called him static...stuck in his own forms rather than growing...but I think that's just because they were stuck in those forms with him....He won many awards and had many ways of self-expression.

Lit has awakened me again in these ways. It's been quite some time since I read those who once I used to carry in my pockets! But now...it's time to look again. Keep feeding me ideas and ways to seek the words I love!

Thank you, Angeline!

 

[atmas]

I think you are right...some called him static...stuck in his own forms rather than growing...but I think that's just because they were stuck in those forms with him....He won many awards and had many ways of self-expression.

Lit has awakened me again in these ways. It's been quite some time since I read those who once I used to carry in my pockets! But now...it's time to look again. Keep feeding me ideas and ways to seek the words I love!

Thank you, Angeline!

At the time ee was fairly revolutionary, with the punctuation &c. But still he was entrenched in, typically, iambic pentameter. Was this bad? No! His poems had a flow that was majestic!
As Mark Twain said, writing verse without meter is like playing tennis without a net.
However, I for one ascribe to the idea that a poem can be simply about a thought that isn't easily contrived into linear description, a linear series of words.

 

[just pet]

How did I miss this?
A thread to digest
This reminds me of a poem by Mark Strand


Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs bum like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

 

[atmas]

Though bed beckons,
I cannot be warmer nor more in repose.

 

[poppy1963]

At the time ee was fairly revolutionary, with the punctuation &c. But still he was entrenched in, typically, iambic pentameter. Was this bad? No! His poems had a flow that was majestic!
As Mark Twain said, writing verse without meter is like playing tennis without a net.
However, I for one ascribe to the idea that a poem can be simply about a thought that isn't easily contrived into linear description, a linear series of words.

I agree completely and that's part of why I've grown to admire you so much. You make a poem out of one sentence in my mind!

My poems are adolescent in form...but heartfelt...and I still think that is worthy!

 

[atmas]

I agree completely and that's part of why I've grown to admire you so much. You make a poem out of one sentence in my mind!

My poems are adolescent in form...but heartfelt...and I still think that is worthy!

Oh, no. Yours are the words to a sweet song that is playing just outside.

 

[poppy1963]

Oh, no. Yours are the words to a sweet song that is playing just outside.

Hee hee...again you make a poem out of one sentence! Thank you...but you speak it well...mine are "just outside"...but they are mine.

SLEEP! Until we meet again!

 

[poppy1963]

.....

 

[atmas]

Finally
the only one I want
to caress is you

You watch the changing
light across the sky
I watch your eyes

 

[poppy1963]

Finally
the only one I want
to caress is you

You watch the changing
light across the sky
I watch your eyes

Nice...mmmm....lol! God!

 

[Angeline]

So lovely...I know such thoughts in my own way.
We meet and meet and meet again....
each incarnation a mystery and a discovery.
A thrill like quite no other in the chase.

Here's one of my favorite poems (and poets) ever.

The Wild Swans at Coole
William Butler Yeats

THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

 

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

How, on a summer night,
the mysterious few bird notes rise
and break against the dark and stop,
and that music continues, afterward, for a long time;
how you move in me until silence itself is moving
precisely as those few notes,
how they do not stop, the music like water
finding its way;
how what we begin we only think is ours,
how quickly it passes from reach,
some other life throating the air
until it is utterly lovely and changed;
how I am changed by you and change you,
how we willingly hollow our throats for the song,
how the music chains us, but the song --
on a summer night, how it breaks and stops,
how we falter and still the notes rise, beyond us,
how they complete themselves in the silence
and silence completes us, simple as those few notes
that answer the dark on a summer night and
fall still.

 

[Batch]

My goodness, a special thanks to Miss Poppy for this link.

 

[poppy1963]

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[Killswitch]

Lace Maiden
by Killswitch ©

Your maiden I will break
That, but not that just
In your prince your soul awakes
My deep unbridled lust

Princess in this be sure
Your mane to shoulders mine
Ride our bodies blur
And join for this our time

Your eyes shine bright with joy
My maiden you I tame
Your prince a man no boy
The soul knows this no game

Your prince is in control
Chastise you with my hand
Emotions start to flow
Just like the hour glass sand

Your tears like rain drops fall
Like rain the heavens sent
Your prince always stands tall
You know our love is meant

Prince now goes to the whip
Forever princess mine
Submission is your ship
We sail the seas of time

Our lust from seed does grow
Like oaks majestic tall
My love for you, you know
Princess your prince doth call

 

[poppy1963]

Lace Maiden
by Killswitch ©

Your maiden I will break
That, but not that just
In your prince your soul awakes
My deep unbridled lust

Princess in this be sure
Your mane to shoulders mine
Ride our bodies blur
And join for this our time

Your eyes shine bright with joy
My maiden you I tame
Your prince a man no boy
The soul knows this no game

Your prince is in control
Chastise you with my hand
Emotions start to flow
Just like the hour glass sand

Your tears like rain drops fall
Like rain the heavens sent
Your prince always stands tall
You know our love is meant

Prince now goes to the whip
Forever princess mine
Submission is your ship
We sail the seas of time

Our lust from seed does grow
Like oaks majestic tall
My love for you, you know
Princess your prince doth call

Well done...I had no idea. *nods*

 

[gman23]

Southern Girl, so hot, sticky, sweet and wet
Southern Girl, how can I, I, ever forget
Southern Girl, o, my darlin, darlin Blue
Southern Girl, In my wildest dreams
I'm a rollin home to you.

 

[Killswitch]

Well done...I had no idea. *nods*

Thank you. Heres another.

Modern Day Princess
by Killswitch ©



Medieval times
We loved back then
Passion crimes
My knee will bend

Over my knee
You know what is meant
Through lusts open door
You’re mind will be sent

Humbled with love
And trained with grace
I’ll release the dove
That’s within your space

You cry out in pain
Lust filled tears fall
I will not refrain
I’ll always stand tall

Knights of the old
I was once one
For me you call out
For you I will come

I want to come home
Your knees on the floor
With style you’ll perform
My medieval whore

On my white horse
To you I will ride
I’ll stay true the course
In me you’ll abide

You know this is fate
We’ll be one by fall
And from you’re front gate
You’re true prince will call

I’ll be in control
But yours is the power
And when you’re bell tolls
I’ll climb up the tower

I’ll go to the whip
You’ll feel my firm hand
You’re senses will trip
And know wonderland

My maiden my flower
It’s now, it’s the hour
Control is part time
Submission is power

 

[poppy1963]

Thank you. Heres another.

Modern Day Princess
by Killswitch ©



Medieval times
We loved back then
Passion crimes
My knee will bend

Over my knee
You know what is meant
Through lusts open door
You’re mind will be sent

Humbled with love
And trained with grace
I’ll release the dove
That’s within your space

You cry out in pain
Lust filled tears fall
I will not refrain
I’ll always stand tall

Knights of the old
I was once one
For me you call out
For you I will come

I want to come home
Your knees on the floor
With style you’ll perform
My medieval whore

On my white horse
To you I will ride
I’ll stay true the course
In me you’ll abide

You know this is fate
We’ll be one by fall
And from you’re front gate
You’re true prince will call

I’ll be in control
But yours is the power
And when you’re bell tolls
I’ll climb up the tower

I’ll go to the whip
You’ll feel my firm hand
You’re senses will trip
And know wonderland

My maiden my flower
It’s now, it’s the hour
Control is part time
Submission is power

Hmmmmmm...perhaps at this transition...we meet for a reason. My only confusion left is as Marquis has stated in his signature. Love through fear.........I have no concept of it. And yet...it intrigues me. You speak the words...but show not the spirit that convinces me.

 

[poppy1963]

Yet your poetry is grand...and the timelines of it...are mine as well. Come see my Castle. No need to post...just see me.

 

[gman23]

Yet your poetry is grand...and the timelines of it...are mine as well. Come see my Castle. No need to post...just see me.

Here we go again, I predict a suitable Lit drama in 6 to 8 weeks.

 

[poppy1963]

Here we go again, I predict a suitable Lit drama in 6 to 8 weeks.

gman...it seems it's YOU that seeks the drama. I stay off the GB except for trolling trolls at times or trying to build bridges with those who seem amenable.

What drew you here? Please let it be. It's not your business nor concern. I respond to all.