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PostPosted: Tue May 02, 2006 8:12 pm
by Malia
Thanks for your contributions, guys :) Even though National Poetry Month is over now, I hope that everyone will continue to post poems--it is wonderful to see everyone's creations.

Re: a day alive of the enchantment of poesy

PostPosted: Tue May 16, 2006 3:00 am
by jamiano
jamiano wrote:A DAY ALIVE, BY THE ENCHANTMENT OF POESY


a day alive, by the enchantment of poesy,
explores the genuis of one's passion.

a verse of power,
gentle as a breeze,
the windsong of ambition,
streams to beauty's realm;
the wonder of divine sensation.

a night, embraceful of poesy,
enlightens the voyage of creation.

a sonnet, to touch the fantasy;
welcomes the music of one's desire.

a day alive, by the enchantment of poesy,
dreams one into the horizon:
to awake of joyful song.



jamiano







p.s. I don't know if May 1st, is the feast of Pan. I do know
that each moment is ripe for a taste of beauty.
This poem, inspired by Gluck's music of
"The Dance of the Blessed of Spirits", from Orfeo ed Euridice.

Beauty, joy, and love to everyone...

peace,
jamiano

a day alive, by the enchantment of poesy

PostPosted: Tue May 16, 2006 3:00 am
by jamiano
a day alive, by the enchantment of poesy...






a sonnet, to touch the fantasy,
welcomes the music of one's desires....




I rewrote this poem today. I enjoy these two verses, playful
notations.


peace,
jamiano[/quote]

PostPosted: Tue May 16, 2006 3:58 am
by dks
Floats like a May breeze, jamiano, as always...

Thanks!

:wink:

American Poet Inspired by Keats

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 1:48 am
by MonroeDoctrine
A LOVE LETTER BY Paul Lawrence Dunbar a poet generally inspired by Keats

A Love Letter

OH, I des received a letter f'om de
sweetes' little gal;
Oh, my; oh, my.
She's my lovely little sweethaht an'
her name is Sal:
Oh, my; oh, my.

She writes me dat she loves me an'
she loves me true,
She wonders ef I'll tell huh dat I
loves huh, too;
An' my h'aht's so full o' music dat
I do' know what to do;
Oh, my; oh, my.

I got a man to read it an' he read
it fine;
Oh, my; oh, my.
Dey ain' no use denyin' dat her love
is mine;
Oh, my; oh, my.
But hyeah's de t'ing dat's puttin' me
in such a awful plight,
I t'ink of huh at mornin' an' I dream
of huh at night;
But how's I gwine to cou't huh w'en
I do' know how to write?
Oh, my; oh, my.
My h'aht is bubblin' ovah wid de
t'ings I want to say;
Oh, my; oh, my.
An' dey's lots of folks to copy what
I tell 'em fu' de pay;
Oh, my; oh, my.

But dey's t'ings dat I's a-t'inkin' dat
is only fu' huh eahs,
An' I could n't lu'n to write 'em ef
I took a dozen yeahs;
So to go down daih an' tell huh is de
only way, it 'peahs;
Oh, my; oh, my.

PostPosted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 12:12 pm
by Fortuna
I did work really hard during the month to write what I alluded to before as the visuals meets poetry project. Can you believe it has been this many weeks on and I still haven't found the time to upload and set it up properly? I am terrible, but nevertheless, my three-part project at least has one leg of it finished.

Sleep and Poetry: to Sleep, to Dream

Thanks to all of you, I really enjoyed this motivation to work on poetry for the first time in years. With so much demanding my time every day, it was difficult sitting myself down to do something for no real reason other than to simply savour the moment. I must also include a disclaimer that I am certainly not of a calibre to quit my day job (unlike so many of you here on these forums!) so expect more fandom than great literature!

PostPosted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 4:33 pm
by dks
Fortuna! I'm so happy to hear from you once again. I think we all rather missed your wistful posts.

Gorgeous poem--beautiful homage--deftly written. You were undoubtedly visited by the Muse. Absolutely lovely photo. I'm rather beside myself, madam. :shock: :shock: :wink:

PostPosted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 8:15 pm
by Malia
Just beautiful, Fortuna (both the picture and the poem)! So great to see you on the forum again :)

PostPosted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 10:30 pm
by Saturn
Welcome back Fortuna - wonderful piece there and a veeerry nice picture too :D

PostPosted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 4:57 am
by Despondence
Fortuna wrote:Sleep and Poetry: to Sleep, to Dream

I must also include a disclaimer that I am certainly not of a calibre to quit my day job (unlike so many of you here on these forums!) so expect more fandom than great literature!

But you are wrong, you poem is one of the finest to ever be posted on this board. Not saying you should quit your dayjob.. :)

Keats was wrong, you know, when he wrote that "if poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to the tree, it had better not come at all." I can tell that you worked long and hard for this one. Far from being your most natural medium of expression, you had to examine your soul and question your lines at every carriage return. The complex symmetry, the imagery and emotions you evoke in the poem, are simply beautiful. Your poem is not at all as common and indistinguishable as the leaves of a tree, but rather like the rare blossoming of a silversword.

Well maybe I'm full of BS, but that's the feeling I got when reading the piece.

PostPosted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 10:23 am
by Saturn
Despondence is back :D

PostPosted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 5:26 pm
by Malia
Despondence wrote:Keats was wrong, you know, when he wrote that "if poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to the tree, it had better not come at all."



I agree with you there, Despondence :) I'm sure Keats worked his a** off writing his poetry--as I think most good poetry requires a lot of skill to write and skill takes time and work to develop. Maybe Keats meant that the inspiration to write a poem should come easily and not be forced rather than the writing of the poem, itself? :?:

PostPosted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:36 am
by dks
I don't think he was wrong--I think he meant that it had best come from *here* (the heart/soul) and not from the technical overworkings of a thought littered mind.

I truly think he believed this--it goes hand in hand with his philosophy of the "Camelion Poet" being annhilated by all things surrounding him--he loses identity and becomes those things--so he can emote through them.

But, I haven't talked to him lately, so I could be wrong. :lol: :wink:

PostPosted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:18 am
by Saturn
Chameleon :wink:

PostPosted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 2:27 pm
by Fortuna
Thank you, all of you! :) Talk about encouraging an amateur poet! It is particularly special for me to get to write in tribute of a remarkable man and get to share it with the people who understand my love for his works the best.

Despondence, your comment (full of bs or not) is lyrical enough to put its subject (my poem) to shame. And you are not wrong to say I worked long and hard on it. My original sheet of paper on which I wrote my poem is filled with scribbles on top of scribbles. I read it out to anyone nearby and initimated a suggestion for improvement out of them :D.

A thousand things happened since I last posted on the forums and I haven't been able to find the time to sit down and talk with my favourite Keats fans. I've missed you all and I'm saddened to find how much I have missed (like Denise's tattoo!).