Poetics and Poetry Discussion
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
(1/29/2015 3:28:00 AM)
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A Visit To Your Home Amongst A Field of Stone...
Thought it was time I stopped by to visit
and yes, I brought flowers, don't you dare laugh!
Habitual manners from an Irish upbringing,
'Never visit one's homestead, uninvited or empty handed',
that's what Mum always said, so I heed.
Flowers are always freshest when laid
upon mornings dew, while the Sun is still sleeping,
yet, by noon, they'll be wilting by its hot yellow eye
in the August haze, dying, decomposing.
And my mind takes to thinking to itself
how morosely apropos, these flowers be,
considering the conditions beneath me.
I knee-touch the bare soil, still settling,
place the spray against your freshly cut stone.
Flowers cannot speak, nor can you... or can you?
I sense a breeze pass the nape of my neck, is it you?
It must be, it has to be, for if not...
I'm just standing here alone amongst a field of stone,
listening to the breeze wisps behind me.
(1/28/2015 5:28:00 PM)
From The Book of Nightmares
This is the tenth poem
and it is the last. It is right
at the last, that one
walk off together,
walk off the end of these pages together,
walking away side by side with the emptiness.
is brightness. It is the brightness
gathered up of all that went before. It lasts.
And when it does end
there is nothing, nothing
in the rust of old cars,
in the hole torn open in the body of the Archer,
in river-mist smelling of the weariness of stones,
the dead lie,
empty, filled, at the beginning,
and the first
voice comes craving again out of their mouths.
(1/27/2015 7:26:00 PM)
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I recall upon a somber tone,
A quiet night I sat alone
Watching quietly the circle's pinnacle
Seraph's song or Inferno's shackle-
Perhaps not; then the endless circle?
Behind the Rigor's door-
Clamor cried, and somnolent silence...
What lies on the distant shore?
A poisoned wave, a solemn or shallow grave?
I ruminate this grand hour late-
Does a paradigm await the late?
And now I pace, I pace-
I pace from place to place,
What awaits?That distant place?
Nothing to show and less to set the pace-
It is a quiet fear
Not to know where we go-
I doubt, I won't sleep to wake and not to wake
To wake somewhere near...
Is it tacit?Is everything sophistry?
There is not one syllable of synopsis, nor
Snippet of certainty, so I ponder and wander on, peripathetically
on this paradoxical question now, eternally-
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
(1/26/2015 1:52:00 AM)
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There we gets a good opportunity to read and write about various subjects of world and most I liked today is about peace. Peace is eternal voice and Peace in the world is to be maintained through proper actions and opinion makers have a roll to make the wonderful attempts to give inspiration to peace and better world order.
Adam M. Snow
(1/25/2015 5:47:00 PM)
Written by Adam M. Snow
What I see
beyond the horizon glow.
Beyond the hues of purple and gold.
Beyond the setting sun
and the glittering of the bluish sea.
I see a coming birth,
a new day,
I see hope.
(1/25/2015 7:18:00 AM)
Happy Burns Day to you
Happy Burns Day to you
Happy Burns Day dear PHers
Happy Burns Day to you:
(Robert Burns 1759-1796)
The twenty-fifth of January
A day when aw Scots smile
Remembering the greatest bard
Tay ever grace the “Royal Mile”
This son of Ayr, of toil an moil
Whose pen and wit, when put tay test
Was courted by baith high and low
Tay this day, still deemed, Scotia’s best
Fur who c’d haud a candle
Tay his banter, lush and loose
Tay string sic words o wisdom fay
A chance encoontur wi a moose
Immortalised the humble haggis
Hauf the world now know its fame
An tho he loved the lassies o’
Above them aw came Jeannie’s name.
Tho only therty-seven years passed
Afore his wick had burnt right oot
His spirit, words an songs live still
In those who choose tay follow suit.
Tay lift his mantle, brave an braw
Humanitarians, first, above aw.
As Venus fades in a Winter sky
I just see the winking, of Rabbie’s eye.
(1/24/2015 6:17:00 AM)
Life through a colleague's eyes
I have trust issues. Which no one person can be directly accused.
I have lived a life of being beaten and cheated. In many ways
My small and petite stature, has left me open to the world's abuse.
My small and petite stature has set me up to have a life where I
Why have I been designed for failure?Why is it I seem to attract
I am now of the mind where I expect to be hurt early on in relationships.
I find it difficult to resolve challenges within relationships. I run from
inexhaustible issues within relationships.
Something needs to change and I do not want to agree to a new a found
friend's opinion of my state of mind. Although I can see he will never
leave me behind.
(1/23/2015 10:18:00 PM)
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I just want to get Barry off the front slot. Hello everyone!
Barry A. Lanier
(1/21/2015 2:17:00 AM)
Just wanted the say I'm Back
(1/20/2015 7:58:00 AM)
post traumatic disorders: 1940-1945 due to 14-18
there is no science without prescience
it wouldn't be a science
every science has its prophets
medicine changes the body
the body changes the medicine
Comment of the Day
- A very well constructed poem with perfect rhyming beautifully written