Forum posts made by louise

Topic Poem of the Day -My Darling Turns to Poetry at Night -ANTHONY LAWRENCE
Posted 27 Aug 2016 20:30

Anthony Lawrence (born 1957) is a contemporary Australian poet and novelist. Lawrence has received a number of Australia Council for the Arts Literature Board Grants, including a Fellowship, and has won many awards for his poetry, including the inaugural Judith Wright Calanthe Award, the Gwen Harwood Memorial Prize, and the Newcastle Poetry Prize (three times). His most recent collection is Headwaters (Pitt Street Poetry).

My Darling Turns to Poetry at Night

My darling turns to poetry at night.
What began as flirtation, an aside
Between abstract expression and first light

Now finds form as a silent, startled flight
Of commas on her face — a breath, a word ...    
My darling turns to poetry at night.

When rain inspires the night birds to create
Rhyme and formal verse, stanzas can be made
Between abstract expression and first light.

Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late
Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade.
My darling turns to poetry at night.

I watch her turn. I do not sleep. I wait
For symbols, for a sign that fear has died
Between abstract expression and first light.

Her dreams have night vision, and in her sight
Our bodies leave ghostprints on the bed.
My darling turns to poetry at night
Between abstract expression and first light.

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 20:12

https://www.youtube.com/embed/fHd0J2EHYGI I'm loving these guys at the moment

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 20:05

https://www.youtube.com/embed/-XC3kiW6UNE

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 18:46

https://www.youtube.com/embed/pte3Jg-2Ax4

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 18:32

https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7RVp3DvX1o

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 18:27

https://www.youtube.com/embed/lZiNtbgm9oM

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 18:23

https://www.youtube.com/embed/u5CVsCnxyXg

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 17:43

https://www.youtube.com/embed/u7K72X4eo_s

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 17:41

https://www.youtube.com/embed/4qQyUi4zfDs?list=PLbNPljg6lLxm3i1TrvFDlCuqEX82XQyqZ

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 17:39

https://www.youtube.com/embed/PSu5nAQ7uZw?list=PLXYICS3LbpO0xzMw3WXqocx54y5lTKpFW

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Aug 2016 17:37

https://www.youtube.com/embed/G6Kspj3OO0s

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 18 Jun 2016 20:54

https://www.youtube.com/embed/QYEC4TZsy-Y

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 03 Jun 2016 19:44

https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDZZ5dNME_I

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 05 Mar 2016 19:55

https://www.youtube.com/embed/6rqwiLTkskg?list=PLQZfrVhldOdEoGFqBL5QrH78bvCzLd7rp

Topic Poem of the Day - A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland
Posted 01 Jun 2014 05:36

Tony Hoagland was born in North Carolina and he's not native American (smiles)...I normally put a little intro about the poet in these. I must have forgotten!

Topic Poem of the Day - Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Posted 28 May 2014 11:40

RIP Maya this one is for you...


Maya Angelou, born April 4, 1928 as Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, was raised in segregated rural Arkansas. She was a poet, historian, author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director. She lectured throughout the US and abroad and was Reynolds professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University in North Carolina since 1981. She had published ten best selling books and numerous magazine articles earning her Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award nominations. At the request of President Clinton, she wrote and delivered a poem at his 1993 presidential inauguration.


Phenomenal Woman



Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 27 Sep 2013 18:27

//www.youtube.com/embed/j2fbOAyNOpM

Topic Poem of the day - The child (who was shot dead by soldiers at Nyanga) - By Ingrid Jonker
Posted 23 Sep 2013 08:54

It's beautiful. I'll add in the Afrikaans version

Die kind wat dood geskiet is deur soldate by Nyanga - Ingrid Jonker

Die kind is nie dood nie

die kind lig sy vuiste teen sy moeder

wat Afrika skreeu skreeu die geur van vryheid en heide

in die lokasies van die omsingelde hart



Die kind lig sy vuiste teen sy vader

in die optog van die generasies

wat Afrika skreeu skreeu die geur

van geregtigheid en bloed

in die strate van sy gewapende trots



Die kind is nie dood nie

nòg by Langa nòg by Nyanga

nòg by Orlando nòg by Sharpville

nòg by die polisiestasie in Philippi

waar hy lê met 'n koeël deur sy kop



Die kind is die skaduwee van die soldate

op wag met gewere sarasene en knuppels

die kind is teenwoordig by alle vergaderings en wetgewings

die kind loer deur die vensters van huise en in die harte

van moeders

die kind wat net wou speel in die son by Nyanga is orals

die kind wat 'n man geword het trek deur die ganse Afrika

die kind wat 'n reus geword het reis deur die hele wêreld



Sonder 'n pas



Topic Poem of the Day - A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland
Posted 24 Apr 2013 15:16

A Color of the Sky


Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.


I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.


Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.


Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,


which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.


Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.


What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.


Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;


overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,


dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,


so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

Topic Mom's poetry...GMA 1908 - 1984
Posted 20 Feb 2013 06:40

Those are lovely..thank you for sharing...

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 26 Jan 2013 16:52

http://www.youtube.com/embed/aGZGbPm0NHI

Topic Poem of the Day - Wilfred Owen - Dulce et Decorum Est
Posted 20 Jan 2013 10:29

I have to thank you for posting this poem. This was back in the days when true poetry was common among the masses. It is fitting that this was posted on my birthday. I love good poetry. It does not get any better than this. Pity, we don't often achieve it ourselves, anymore. My compliments on your taste.

Happy Birthday. I was in a mood for something somber. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Topic Poem of the Day - Wilfred Owen - Dulce et Decorum Est
Posted 19 Jan 2013 15:38

"Dulce et Decorum Est " by Wilfred Owen


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Topic Poetry: What is your favorite type?
Posted 10 Dec 2012 10:59

It depends on my mood as I love a lot of poetry types but I have a huge soft spot for well written love poems. It appeals to the softie in me.

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 07 Dec 2012 13:46

http://www.youtube.com/embed/NhIXcHPF-Zo

Topic Poem of the Day - Sneezles by Alan Alexander Milne
Posted 06 Dec 2012 13:44

Alan Alexander Milne (18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956) was a British author, best known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh and for various children's poems. Milne was a noted writer, primarily as a playwright, before the huge success of Pooh overshadowed all his previous work.

I've chosen one of his 'Winnie-the Pooh' poems because I like it...


Sneezles



Christopher Robin
Had wheezles
And sneezles,
They bundled him
Into
His bed.
They gave him what goes
With a cold in the nose,
And some more for a cold
In the head.
They wondered
If wheezles
Could turn
Into measles,
If sneezles
Would turn
Into mumps;
The examined his chest
For a rash,
and the rest
Of his body for swellings and lumps.
They sent for some doctors
In sneezles
And wheezles
To tell them what ought
To be done.

All sorts of conditions
Of famous physicians
Came hurrying round
At a run.
They all made a note
Of the state of his throat,
They asked if he suffered from thirst;
They asked if the sneezles
Came after the wheezles,
Or if the first sneezle
Came first.
They said, “If you teazle
A sneezle
Or wheezle,
A measle
May easily grow.
But humour or pleazle
The wheezle
Or sneezle,
The measle
Will certainly go.”
They expounded the reazles
For sneezles
And wheezles,
The manner of measles
When new.
They said, “If he freezles
In draughts and in breezles,
Then PHTHEEZLES
May even ensue.”

Christopher Robin
Got up in the morning,
The sneezles had vanished away.
And the look in his eye
Seemed to say to the sky,
“Now, how to amuse them today?”

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 06 Dec 2012 12:43

http://www.youtube.com/embed/4p5yzdCa2GE

Topic The Cavern club
Posted 06 Dec 2012 12:40

Morning/evening

http://www.youtube.com/embed/mFblhcQjKeY

A great sentiment

Topic Have you ever been unable to finish a book?
Posted 01 Dec 2012 16:17

All the time, if I find it hard going and don't like the writing and am not into it, I'll abandon a book. If it's badly written or I hate the lead character/protaganist because they are unbelieveable or annoying the 'cr@p' out of me then I'll abandon a book. If a book is not labled as a Christian type book and I buy it and have to read through pages of 'Christian' beliefs ,then I'll abandon it.

Topic OCD's
Posted 01 Dec 2012 16:02

okay so I'm not all crazy lol...

Oh no, you're completely crazy, it's just that you blend in so well with all the other crazy folk here that you seem normal. Well, let's face it, normal is relative.

True that...at least I haven't got to the 'crack avoiding on sidewalks/pavements' stage. I love this thread.