Moderators John317 Posted August 11, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 11, 2007 Thanks very much for that, D. Allen. It's the longest rhymed epic in the English language and well worth reading. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 12, 2007 Author Share Posted August 12, 2007 Quote: I think I see some influence of c.c. cummings maybe there. Yes, and just as important, though less obvious, Robinson Jeffers and Walt Whitman were influences at that time. But who could ever hope to rival those three? It is just fun (and some times unavoidable) to let one's own soul speak in poetry or any other medium, - music, painting, horticulture, etc. Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 17, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 17, 2007 I Looked At Calvary, a Song (1) I look'd at Calvary, And what did I see? I saw my bless'd Savior Dying there for me! * O wonderful Jesus, This I do know: Nothing have I done For you to love me so.* (2) I look up to heav'n, And what do I see? I see my sinless High Priest Standing up for Me! * O wonderful Jesus, This I do know: Nothing have I done For you to treat me so.* (3) I'll look into the sky, And what will I see? I'll see my righteous King Come to rescue me!* O wonderful Jesus, This I do know: Nothing have I done For you to want me so.* * Repeat last line of each stanza. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 17, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 17, 2007 Quote: I think I see some influence of c.c. cummings maybe there. Yes, and just as important, though less obvious, Robinson Jeffers and Walt Whitman were influences at that time. But who could ever hope to rival those three? It is just fun (and some times unavoidable) to let one's own soul speak in poetry or any other medium, - music, painting, horticulture, etc. I also like Robison Jeffers and Whitman very much. Jeffers is considered terribly depressing by most poetry-lovers because of his philosophy and the themes of his poems. For that reason, his poetry is not often found in the poetry anthologies. He's thought of as nihilistic, somewhat similar to Nietzsche. That is interesting because both men's fathers were Christian pastors. (Nietzsche was known as "the little pastor" when he was young and was constantly reading the Bible. He ended up hating God and, if his sister is to be believed, deliberately set out to compete against Jesus Christ. He wrote the famous sentence, often misunderstood, "God is dead," as well as the little book, "Antichrist," all of which had an influence on Jeffers.) Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 17, 2007 Author Share Posted August 17, 2007 It has been a long time since I read Jeffers. I opened the 'Selected Poems' today and found this: To the Stone-cutters "Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems." I never found Jeffers to be depressing. He found peace in 'old poems.' I don't know what old poems he had in mind but I found my peace in the old poems of David, his Psalms, esp. #21. So his father was a pastor! that's interesting. Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 17, 2007 Author Share Posted August 17, 2007 "I Looked at Calvary" Nice. Did you write it? Have you music, too? Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 17, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 17, 2007 "I Looked at Calvary" Nice. Did you write it? Have you music, too? Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I wrote it at the SDA church during an afternoon break in my colporteuring in Bremerton, Washington. My wife composed the music to it, but it isn't written. I know Marvin Ponder, a recording artist and pastor at the Loma Linda University Church, and am planning on sharing it with him and seeing if he wants to use it. In the meantime, if you send me a mailing address by PM, I'll send you a tape of me singing it so at least you will know how the music goes. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 18, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 18, 2007 It has been a long time since I read Jeffers. I opened the 'Selected Poems' today and found this: To the Stone-cutters "Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems." I never found Jeffers to be depressing. He found peace in 'old poems.' I don't know what old poems he had in mind but I found my peace in the old poems of David, his Psalms, esp. #21. So his father was a pastor! that's interesting. Compare the line, "For man will be blotted out... the brave sun die blind," (typical Jeffers) with two of our other great writers, Hemingway and Faulkner, contemporaries of Jeffers. Hemingway wrote of "the sun also ris[ing]" and of the earth remaining forever, and both Hemingway's and Faulkner's works were illustrations of their confidence that "man shall endure." I personally don't find them depressing, either, but many found his themes (incest, suicide, infanticide, murder, mayhem, etc.) distasteful, and a number of his views were controversial too, such as his opposition to US entry into WW2. He seems to've been born out of time, because he'd almost certainly have fit in better with the classical Greek poets and tragedians. No doubt one of America's greatest poets, right up there with Whitman, though he's never received his due. By the way, a publisher recently came out with his complete poems in 3 volumes. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 18, 2007 Author Share Posted August 18, 2007 My book is of the Selected Poems, 1959. Not even half of the complete. Three vols. sounds expensive! Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 18, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 18, 2007 Yes, very. And very big books too. I saw them recently at Barnes and Noble and was tempted to get them, but I decided to buy a truck instead. Seriously, though, each volume was like 12 x 16 inches and cost about $50.00. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 18, 2007 Author Share Posted August 18, 2007 Quote: Yes, very. And very big books too. I saw them recently at Barnes and Noble and was tempted to get them, but I decided to buy a truck instead. Seriously, though, each volume was like 12 x 16 inches and cost about $50.00. They have comfortable chairs in Barnes and Noble. :) Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 20, 2007 Author Share Posted August 20, 2007 George Bowering is Canada's first poet laureate and the author of over 80 books. A native of British Columbia, he has worked as a professor, editor and writer. Bowering is a member of the Order of Canada, the country's highest civilian honor. - Reuters/Corbis His Web-Page - http://www.library.utoronto.ca/canpoetry/bowering/index.htm Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 21, 2007 Author Share Posted August 21, 2007 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, in his poem "Nature," compares the old to a child who must "leave his broken playthings on the floor" and go to bed: So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted September 1, 2007 Author Share Posted September 1, 2007 An 80-Year-Old Poet for the MTV Generation "It is John Ashbery, the prolific 80-year-old poet and frequent award winner known for his dense, postmodern style and playful language. One of the most celebrated living poets, Mr. Ashbery has won MacArthur Foundation and Guggenheim fellowships and was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in 1976 for his collection “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror.” more at: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/27/books/27laur.html?_r=1&8bu&emc=bu&oref=slogin Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted September 1, 2007 Author Share Posted September 1, 2007 My Philosophy of Life, by John Ashbery: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15460 Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted April 4, 2008 Share Posted April 4, 2008 Bumping Poets Corner! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted April 4, 2008 Author Share Posted April 4, 2008 Nice move cricket! I Just a line or few not looking for perfection - something to do a jackson polloc abstraction maybe II an event of intro - spection a roarrrrsach for de - tection a splotch of rhymes III automatic writing poetic resounding chimes noetic maybe at times revealing IV whats in the soul sounding making whole - untangling - what-knot V who knows? there's hope! haven't got nuthin yet nope - now - the line is tugging tight VI Wow reel it in feel the swerve and thrash left n' right ooups. VII lost it. - dAb Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 23, 2008 Author Share Posted July 23, 2008 New Poet Laureate: Kay Ryan "On July 17, Kay Ryan was appointed the 16th Poet Laureate of the United States. About her work, J. D. McClatchy has said: "She is an anomaly in today's literary culture: as intense and elliptical as Dickinson, as buoyant and rueful as Frost." A chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, Ryan will be featured in the upcoming Poets Forum in November." -Poets.org. Death by Fruit Kay Ryan Only the crudest of the vanitas set ever thought you had to get a skull into the picture whether you needed its tallowy color near the grapes or not. Others, stopping to consider shapes and textures, often discovered that eggs or aubergines went better, or leeks, or a plate of string beans. A skull is so dominant. It takes so much bunched up drapery, such a ponderous display of ornate cutlery, just to make it less prominent. The greatest masters preferred the subtlest vanitas, modestly trusting to fruit baskets to whisper ashes to ashes, relying on the poignant exactness of oranges to release like a citrus mist the always fresh fact of how hard we resist how briefly we’re pleased. -Partisan Review, PR 3/2000, Volume LXVII Number 3 Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members abelisle Posted February 4, 2010 Members Share Posted February 4, 2010 Everyone is a poet. They might not know it...Words are the all seeds you need. Plant one, for a poem, and grow it for a time... give it water and let it feed...no need to worry 'bout rhyme... and when it is it tall and it is flowering... here is a corner to show it... where it can speak or shout or sing. Come on guys, do your thing. Well, I hope that improvisation served to break the ice. Chris has agree to help us out with this tread and I am looking forward to much fun. So... poetry needed No sagas, no epics, however. Sonnets, limericks, haiku, free verse, prose poems, epitaphs... are hereby solicited. And no poem is too short, friends. For instance: Lines Upon Milk Spilled On the Floor He wept. She swept. Nor is any poem too silly, I hasten to add (ever try sweeping milk?). YEAH Let's get this up and running again. How about more poetry from the members? Here's a poem I wrote for a friend whose family is her worst enemy. He cares She suffers silently sequestered in her mind Those who should care - don't From her very beginnings, she knew Knew things others didn't But He cares She loves, she cares, she's concerned When others look the other way She pierces the ether of unwanted consciousness Eyes of compassion seeking happiness But He cares Her mind excels, an ebullience of thought Clarity resounds in her words Cerebral joy exudes in her presence Oh, what joy ideas share with each other But he cares Sometimes sadness shrouds her Tears flow inward, washing her joy away But she stands tall agaainst the tide Things sometimes don't look providential He cares. Alex Quote We are our worst enemy - sad but true. http://abelisle.blogspot.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members phkrause Posted February 4, 2010 Members Share Posted February 4, 2010 I didn't know that you had that in you buddy. Very good. pk Quote phkrause By the decree enforcing the institution of the papacy in violation of the law of God, our nation will disconnect herself fully from righteousness. When Protestantism shall stretch her hand across the gulf to grasp the hand of the Roman power, when she shall reach over the abyss to clasp hands with spiritualism, when, under the influence of this threefold union, our country shall repudiate every principle of its Constitution as a Protestant and republican government, and shall make provision for the propagation of papal falsehoods and delusions, then we may know that the time has come for the marvelous working of Satan and that the end is near. {5T 451.1} Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members abelisle Posted February 4, 2010 Members Share Posted February 4, 2010 I posted this one earlier today, not knowing that this thread already existed. I started a new thread in Town Hall called Poetry Corner but I now see that it's not needed. I wrote this poem for my father who is presently in a nursing home, half paralyzed from a stroke. And I was thinking this morning as I was running in the snow that there should be a corner in this forum for purely aesthetic pleasure and creativity? Running with my Father My father lies semi-conscious in his hospital bed But we ran together this morning in the early morning mist This time I held his hand in mine as he did when I was a child "Run faster, Dad. I can beat you!" and he let me - what did I know? Along the river's edge I thought of all those stories he told me His Bible in his hand, those archetypal stories reaching deep into my little heart Were they real? how come the Bible sounded different when he read it to me? Teaching me to pray, I knew I had more than one Father A comfort in the time of trouble Across the grassy green parkland I looked at him and saw his smile The laugh I'll never forget, the smile that encompassed his whole body His joy for life - we ran together him and I - his footsteps were large No getting lost with him. We raced together once, that 5K in the woods He was my age then and never winced as the hills kept coming and coming "You did great Pops! How do you feel?" His smile was the answer. I ran a little faster as I neared the end of my run with him I wanted to gather all my memories as my heartbeat stirred ever faster What little time I had left was going to be my memories of him We finished together in the mist this morning. I had more than mist in my eyes. I stopped my watch, walked in the doorl and cried. He cried too but we did it together My father and I. Alex (I hope it's okay sharing this with all of you?) Quote We are our worst enemy - sad but true. http://abelisle.blogspot.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members rudywoofs (Pam) Posted February 4, 2010 Members Share Posted February 4, 2010 deja vu Quote Pam Meddle Not In the Affairs of Dragons; for You Are Crunchy and Taste Good with Ketchup. If we all sang the same note in the choir, there'd never be any harmony. Funny, isn't it, how we accept Grace for ourselves and demand justice for others? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members abelisle Posted February 4, 2010 Members Share Posted February 4, 2010 Haikus = for those of you who aren't sure, forgot or never learned, these are short 3 line poems based on syllable count. 1st line = 5 syllable, 2nd line = 7 syllables and 3rd line = 5 syllables. They usually don't rhyme but if you're creative, who knows? Early Morning Haiku Come, follow me now Order my steps in your Word I belong to you. Alex Quote We are our worst enemy - sad but true. http://abelisle.blogspot.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 4, 2010 Share Posted February 4, 2010 I used to be a poet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldsailor29 Posted February 4, 2010 Share Posted February 4, 2010 Haikus = for those of you who aren't sure, forgot or never learned, these are short 3 line poems based on syllable count. 1st line = 5 syllable, 2nd line = 7 syllables and 3rd line = 5 syllables. They usually don't rhyme but if you're creative, who knows? Early Morning Haiku Come, follow me now Order my steps in your Word I belong to you. Alex here are more: Nothing to ponder Nothing to do. Guess I might As well write a few. Hopeful hearts await When Haj Ali hesitates To write a haiku. Hyaenas hustle To Haiti and Hawaii, Out of haiku hell. Hazard of the hall Hoax of honey in the wall Near the hedges high Howling hounds of hell Heaving helping hand grenades At the horse brigades Hyperbolic halves Of the hobby horses shoes Urge the house to lose. The raggle taggle Hermits haggle over hash, Hot hors d'oeuvres, and cash. He knows a haiku Often bravely stands alone. May we ask, will you? Quote Prs God, frm whm blssngs flw http://www.zoelifestyle.com/jmccall Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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