Poetry and Discussion

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.  (Robert Frost)

Out of the Shadows by Dan Forbes

Out of the Shadows 

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Out of the Shadows

 

Head down,

There was little warning.

She’d come to the forest edge

Where hot rays of sun,

 Eager to be felt,

Swallowed morning fog;

 

Musings On Day And Night Written on a Humid Night in Late September, Before a Massive Projected Letdown the Next Day.

 

 

 

Day and Night.

Two sides of a different coin.

One of optimism

Another of pure cynicism.

 

Watch is the sun rises

Pouring forth its light over the world

Look away as the moon radiates down

And the world is in shadow.

 

Walt Whitman Poetry Reading October 18 at 5PM in Bradley

Oct 18 2010 5:00 pm

 

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Walt Whitman Poetry Reading

October 18 at 5PM in Bradley

 

Bring your favorite Walt Whitman poem and we'll read and discuss.

 

Food and Refreshments provided.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem. 

Fall

 

Fall

  

In the interlude between crisp fall breezes

The air rests warm and still

Amidst the tree trunks,

Suspended and suspending

Leaves clinging in wait

For the right moment

To tumble in the waning light.

 

Wait with me

In the grace of this

Intermission,

No longer fighting falling.

At the parabola’s peak,

Gravity suspended,

In this moment of

Weightlessness

 

Breathe with the sighs of angels.

Cry with the tears of god.

Touch with your virgin fingers

The softer places of time.

Open the spaces between

Instants,

And

Close your eyes to see.

Let go and hold

My hand.

 

Fall.

Open Poetry Reading - Dublin, NH this Sunday night

Sep 19 2010 4:30 pm

 

Poetry.  

 

Sunday, Sept. 19th

Del Rossi's Trattoria, Rte 137N, Dublin, NH 03444

4:30pm Social/Sign-up;

I Want to Die...

 

 
I want to fall off the world as it nods
in approval
and to cascade
with its wet
locks.
 
I want to die in a peal of laughter-
a sea of calcium studded apertures
bouncing
at how simple
is truth.
 
I want to die in a fit of cognition
like a mortal
funneling nectar
on a Friday afternoon-
 
I want to die in crushing forgiveness
like a puppy
struggling
in an embrace of retarded truth
 
and as my brains dash out
both mice and men in a revelation of beauty
die too.

A Bad Fright. From Myself.

In the instant

I ran through that field

Oh what a great field it was

Overlooking a place of great men.

 

And saw the phantom spirits.

I turned around into the blackness

Oh the trees on the edge

Menacing and looming over.

 

They chased after me

I ran faster, clutching my key chain and backpack close

Oh useless items

Tweepetry

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What is tweepetry?

A tweep is a poem of exactly 130 characters written on Twitter. To contribute tweepetry to this page, simply append the #tweepetry hash tag to the end of a tweet (it is automatically removed before being displayed on this page).

 

http://www.tweepetry.com/

 

This site was started by a retired Saint Anselm Professor

Emily Dickinson Poetry Marathon: 9/25 in Amherst

Sep 25 2010 7:00 am

Saturday, September 25, 2010
Emily Dickinson Poetry Marathon

Time:  7 am-???
Location:  The Emily Dickinson Museummarathon
Fee: none

This Is, Might Be, Probably, Isn't A Unique Time In Our History

The call goes out.

Its all coming down

The world order dissolving.

Chaos is here ladies and gentleman.

 

I say screw welcoming Chaos.

Its just a mature manifestation of unhealthy teenage angst.

Great Books Society: Wordsworth and Coleridge Poetry Reading

Sep 6 2010 6:00 pm

Great Books Society: Wordsworth and Coleridge Poetry Reading

 

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Goody Blake, The Thorn, and more.

Bring your favorite Wordsworth or Colereidge poem to read

 

Food (Baked Albatross?) and Refreshments (Water water everywhere) provided

 

 

Bradley House Lounge

 

Open Mic at Apotheca. August 20. 7PM

Aug 20 2010 7:00 pm
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Apotheca Flower and Tea Shoppe Open Mic Night August 20, Tonight 7 p.m.!

We are hosting another open mic night Thursday from 7-9pm and are looking for poetry, acoustic artists, anything you'd like to share!

Dirty Feet

planted in the earth

moonlit gardens leave their traces

on my dirty feet

Pointless by Christopher O'Brien

Pointless
by
Chris O’Brien
 
Wandering the endless road
Finding only dust
They trudge on eternally
But for some reason they care not
They bear the weight of the sun on their skins
Their bodies battered and bruised by nature
Yet still they care not
These are the lifeless masses
The truly disheartened
Those who live and die
Without a thought
They go through life without a cause
All see them with their pitiful eyes

Clips of Prof. Brown, Father Peter, Prof Koneiczka,and Prof. Kuehne Reading Sonnets at Shakespeare's Birthday

Clips of Prof. Brown, Father Peter, Prof Koneiczka,and Prof. Kuehne Reading Sonnets at Shakespeare's Birthday. April 23. 2010.

Clip 1: Prof. Brown

Clp 2: Father Peter

Clip 3: Prof Koneiczka

Clip 4: Prof. Kuehne

2 Poems by Amiri Baraka read by the author

For the Martin Luther King unit in Second Year Humanities

 

"If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love" Read Aloud by Dylan Thomas


If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love

Read aloud by Dylan Thomas

(from Salon.com)

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If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,   
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring.

Saint Valentines Day Poem by Cedric Antonio Ashley Jr.

Saint Valentines Day Poem 
by Cedric Antonio Ashley Jr.
 
For your love I will give my life,
And guide my world to end your strife.
For your love I’ll do anything,
Like cross the universe screaming your name.
 
Please I beg for you to be mine,
On this day of the Saint Valentine.
For me these words are ten fold true
In my mind I only think of you!
 
You are the one who haunts my dreams
Not like a fiend, but my one Queen.
I wish to say that you are the one
Excuse my persistence it must be done.
 
Lost for words with you I never am,
I just close my eyes and draw your image in the sand.
Your voice is with me every night and day,

Someday I'll Have the Courage to Say What I Want to the Crowd

As I move life
Forward
With hastily picked choices
I question.
 
Whether what I do is truly good
Whether love is worth it
Whether man is capable of saving himself
Whether I should eat a sub or pizza for lunch.

Sometimes though,
Actually, most of the time
The days choices and vexations grow too much for me