' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[Parker Owens]

3 hours ago, AC Benus said:

I was talking to my dentist yesterday. He's a young man, maybe 23 or so, and while he had me incapacitated started talking about reading Bram Stoker and others. Later he mentioned having read Shelly's Frankenstein. His observation about the book was very apt and concise. He said it's the doctor who's the monster in the book.

 

Couldn't have said better myself

 

But what a pity you couldn't discuss it while undergoing dental work. As long as he didn't make an emphatic point with one of his pointy tools...

[AC Benus]

2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

 

But what a pity you couldn't discuss it while undergoing dental work. As long as he didn't make an emphatic point with one of his pointy tools...

It was funny, because he was taking impressions. The pink claylike substance needs several mins to firm up, so once that thing is in my mouth, he starts talking books, and I'm like - damn - you know your timing if you want to keep my mouth closed  

[asamvav111]

Fresh off the oven: 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/asamvav111/euphoria-and-other-poems/11

Edited February 18, 2018 by asamvav111

[AC Benus]

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

Edited February 21, 2018 by AC Benus

[Parker Owens]

3 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

 

I can relate to this completely. Thank you. 

[Mikiesboy]

13 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

hehe 

[mollyhousemouse]

35 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

as i really dislike flying, and everything to do with it

this is spot on!

[FormerMember4]

49 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

This gives me pause right now. Taking international flight this summer. First since going blind 12 years ago. I get anxious thinking about that hell.

[Emi GS]

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

I had a bad dream last night, so I present this Traveler's Haiku (affix tongue firmly in cheek before reading  )  

 

Hell might simply be

an endless nightmare, feeling 

stuck in an airport. 

 

 

 

Nightmares are something that lash out the inner fears and build a constructive screenplay to be performed by oneself in their mind. Your poem gives chill, as one can interpret it to their fears and can find a vivid imagination set in front of their eyes. Very haunting lines these are. I totally fallen into them. Great combination of words you have written here my friend. 

Edited February 21, 2018 by Emi GS

[AC Benus]

48 minutes ago, BlindAmbition said:

This gives me pause right now. Taking international flight this summer. First since going blind 12 years ago. I get anxious thinking about that hell.

hugs, buddy

[AC Benus]

30 minutes ago, Emi GS said:

 

Nightmares are something that lash out the inner fears and build a constructive screenplay to be performed by oneself in their mind. Your poem gives chill, as one can interpret it to their fears and can find a vivid imagination set in front of their eyes. Very haunting lines these are. I totally fallen into them. Great combination of words you have written here my friend. 

Thanks, Emi. From what I can remember of the dream, I was in line to board a flight. I had my roller bag ready, and everything seemed fine. Then a staff person threw up a barrier, and said "Go with him." Another staff member led the way, and I and the people waiting behind me followed this guy up some steps, where we were put in another waiting maze. The horrible thing is, although the line moved fairly fast, we kept passing the starting point over and over, making an unbroken circle    

 

From there it just got awful, because I started to doubt if I even had a boarding pass. *shrieks*

 

I'm glad I woke up then. 

[AC Benus]

Hello all! I stumbled upon a Native American poet. His work speaks forcefully about the conditions he bore witness to in his times. Here's an awesome poem by him. 

 

 

On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf  

Alexander Posey

 

How savage, fierce and grim! 
     His bones are bleached and white. 
But what is death to him? 
     He grins as if to bite. 
He mocks the fate 
     That bade '‘Begone.'' 
There’s fierceness stamped 
     In ev’ry bone. 

Let silence settle from the midnight sky— 
Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry; 
The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most verge 
Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge. 

 

 

[AC Benus]

Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s

 

[Mikiesboy]

5 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s

 

aww he was handsome guy .. 

[Parker Owens]

46 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Hello all! I stumbled upon a Native American poet. His work speaks forcefully about the conditions he bore witness to in his times. Here's an awesome poem by him. 

 

 

On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf  

Alexander Posey

 

How savage, fierce and grim! 
     His bones are bleached and white. 
But what is death to him? 
     He grins as if to bite. 
He mocks the fate 
     That bade '‘Begone.'' 
There’s fierceness stamped 
     In ev’ry bone. 

Let silence settle from the midnight sky— 
Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry; 
The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most verge 
Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge. 

 

 

 

What a marvelous find. Is there more? 

[AC Benus]

30 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

 

What a marvelous find. Is there more? 

There are more using this remarkable two stanza structure. I'll find a link.

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems/123491

Edited February 25, 2018 by AC Benus

[Mikiesboy]

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Posey as a teenager, in the 1880s

 

He was so young when he passed.. that's such a shame.. i've read of few of his poems.. the one to his wife is lovely. 

Edited February 25, 2018 by Mikiesboy

[Mikiesboy]

I like this one:  A vision of rest   alexander posey

 

Some day this quest
       Shall cease;
          Some day,
          For aye,
    This heart shall rest
      In peace.
Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign to be
At rest with me.
Though I behold
  The ashen branches tossing to and fro,
  Somehow I only vaguely know
The wind is rude and cold.

 

 

it appeals to my darker side

Edited February 25, 2018 by Mikiesboy

[FormerMember4]

40 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

I like this one:  A vision of rest   alexander posey

 

Some day this quest
       Shall cease;
          Some day,
          For aye,
    This heart shall rest
      In peace.
Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign to be
At rest with me.
Though I behold
  The ashen branches tossing to and fro,
  Somehow I only vaguely know
The wind is rude and cold.

 

 

it appeals to my darker side

While a darker mood in it, it’s peaceful and welcoming to the notion. He was certainly eloquent with words. This one is lovely.

[AC Benus]

43 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

I like this one:  A vision of rest   alexander posey

 

Some day this quest
       Shall cease;
          Some day,
          For aye,
    This heart shall rest
      In peace.
Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign to be
At rest with me.
Though I behold
  The ashen branches tossing to and fro,
  Somehow I only vaguely know
The wind is rude and cold.

 

 

it appeals to my darker side

But there is a great, comforting spirituality I think to this vision.  

[Mikiesboy]

1 minute ago, BlindAmbition said:

While a darker mood in it, it’s peaceful and welcoming to the notion. He was certainly eloquent with words. This one is lovely.

 

Just now, AC Benus said:

But there is a great, comforting spirituality I think to this vision.  

there is much peace in it.. i like it very much.. i think it will be read often... 

[MichaelS36]

7 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

I like this one:  A vision of rest   alexander posey

 

Some day this quest
       Shall cease;
          Some day,
          For aye,
    This heart shall rest
      In peace.
Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign to be
At rest with me.
Though I behold
  The ashen branches tossing to and fro,
  Somehow I only vaguely know
The wind is rude and cold.

 

 

it appeals to my darker side

This poem is both simple and complex. It's wonderful, I don't think it's something I'd tire of. Beautiful. 

[mogwhy]

the 2 Posey  poems shared here strike a chord in my soul and heart. reminds me so much of the Native American music i listen to. thanks for the discovery.

[AC Benus]

@MrM

 

Here are more traditional Native American lyrics. This is a Navaho song.

 

The Way of Beauty

 

In the house of long life,

There I wander -  

 

In the house of happiness,

There I wander - 

 

Beauty is before me and behind me,

Beauty is above me and below me - 

 

Beauty is all around me,

With it I wander, In old age traveling - 

 

With it I wander,

On the beautiful trail am I - 

 

With it I wander. 

 

 

(I don't know whose translation this is, but see here http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/disp_textbook.cfm?smtID=3&psid=4309) 

[mollyhousemouse]

4 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

@MrM

 

Here are more traditional Native American lyrics. This is a Navaho song.

 

The Way of Beauty

 

In the house of long life,

There I wander -  

 

In the house of happiness,

There I wander - 

 

Beauty is before me and behind me,

Beauty is above me and below me - 

 

Beauty is all around me,

With it I wander, In old age traveling - 

 

With it I wander,

On the beautiful trail am I - 

 

With it I wander. 

 

 

(I don't know whose translation this is, but see here http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/disp_textbook.cfm?smtID=3&psid=4309) 

i love that you posted this AC!

 

on the hutch in my living room lives an etched piece of sandstone, it reads:

 

Above and below me hovers the beautiful

I am surrounded by it, I am immersed in it.

In my youth I am aware of it, and in my old age

I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail.

 

 

it is one of my most treasured pieces