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Amoretti XXX, by Edmund Spenser

Started by Dallas the Phallus Mar 31. 0 Replies

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:How comes it then that this her cold so greatIs not dissolved through my so hot desire,But harder grows the more I her entreat?Or how comes it that my exceeding heatIs not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,But…Continue

Tags: unrequited love, desire, love, poetry, poem

Leisure, by W.H. Davies

Started by Dallas the Phallus. Last reply by Dallas the Phallus Mar 10. 2 Replies

LeisureWHAT is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows:No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:No time to see, in…Continue

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The Genius of the Crowd, by Charles Bukowski

Started by Dallas the Phallus Mar 9. 0 Replies

The Genius of the Crowdthere is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given dayand the best at murder are those who preach against itand the best at hate are those who preach loveand…Continue

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Trapped

Started by Marianne. Last reply by Hope Mar 4. 2 Replies

Trapped in my own restful mindwhich doubts everythingwhose doubts are also about myself and the worlds arounddoubts than can't tolerate mucheither for my own peace of mindor the state of the worldor helping my friends-In the knowledge of my own…Continue

Parting, by Charlotte Brontë

Started by Dallas the Phallus Feb 10. 0 Replies

PartingThere's no use in weeping,Though we are condemned to part:There's such a thing as keepingA remembrance in one's heart:There's such a thing as dwellingOn the thought ourselves have nurs'd,And with scorn and courage tellingThe world to do its…Continue

Tags: friendship, poetry, poem

Pelt, by Michael Symmons Roberts

Started by Dallas the Phallus Feb 8. 0 Replies

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MUTE

Started by Marianne. Last reply by Adriana Jan 12. 2 Replies

Somehow I'm stopping talkingI can't bear meaningless conversationsI even can't bear hearing myselfparticipating in words and wordsthat really mean so little..I'm afraid I can't listen anymoreto this incessant chatter.Somehow it jars on meall those…Continue

Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man, by Ogden Nash

Started by Dallas the Phallus Dec 16, 2012. 0 Replies

Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old ManIt is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts,That all sin is divided into two parts.One kind of sin is called a sin of commission, and that is very important,And it is what…Continue

Tags: Ogden Nash, life, sin, poetry, poem

Fiona Sampson reads her poem Envoi

Started by Dallas the Phallus. Last reply by Marianne Dec 13, 2012. 1 Reply

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You charm'd me not with that fair face, by John Dryden

Started by Dallas the Phallus Dec 11, 2012. 0 Replies

You charm'd me not with that fair faceYou charm'd me not with that fair face      Though it was all divine:To be another's is the grace,      That makes me wish you mine.   The Gods and Fortune take their part      Who like young monarchs fight;And…Continue

Tags: desire, poetry, poem, lust, love

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Comment by Marc on December 16, 2012 at 12:12am

The Death of Lovers
We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.
Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.
Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;
And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

The Death of Lovers

Comment by doone on April 1, 2012 at 3:02pm

A Poem For Sunday

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"Final Notions" by Adrienne Rich, who passed away this week:

It will not be simple, it will not take long
It will take little time, it will take all your thought
It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath
It will be short, it will not be simple

It will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart
It will not take long, it will occupy all your thought
As a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied
It will take your flesh, it will not be simple

Continued here

Comment by Marianne on December 29, 2011 at 12:43pm

I've just watched the video that Michel posted on March 26th and loved it;  I wish there were more video-petry like that...

I keep finding little treasures on the site !

Comment by Neal on August 12, 2011 at 2:39pm

I'm still thinking of adding it as a blog. =)

Comment by Michel on August 12, 2011 at 1:20pm

LOL

You bet I did!

Comment by Adriana on August 12, 2011 at 12:53pm

Wow! Another fantastic Mathisen-Poisson collaboration. One should post it was video on the site and feature it!

Comment by Michel on August 12, 2011 at 12:30pm

Words and Voice: Neal Mathisen
Visuals and sound edit: Michel Poisson
____

Giving us the hard sell
describing life in hell

pastors love brimstone fire
they think life is dire
their need to plant the seed
to the losers who heed
the voice of fantasy
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Comment by Nofaithpoet on April 10, 2011 at 11:30pm
That was very interesting doone and it gave me something to think about.

"...in order to accept treatment he had to first accept and then embrace the idea that he was a regular person who could be helped by "ordinary" means."
Comment by doone on April 10, 2011 at 1:41pm

The Paradox Of Genius

In a beautifully crafted essay, Maria Bustillos combs through David Foster Wallace's dog-eared and highlighted books:

One surprise was the number of popular self-help books in the collection, and the care and attention with which he read and reread them. I mean stuff of the best-sellingest, Oprah-level cheesiness and la-la reputation was to be found in Wallace's library. Along with all the Wittgenstein, Husserl and Borges, he read John Bradshaw, Willard Beecher, Neil Fiore, Andrew Weil, M. Scott Peck and Alice Miller. Carefully. ...

Comment by Michel on March 26, 2011 at 9:10pm
For me this guy is a poet.
 

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