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Started by Papasito Bruno, September 11, 2021, 05:18:22 PM

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Papasito Bruno

Quote from: Papasito Bruno on February 19, 2022, 06:24:51 PM
No Images
by, Waring Cuney

She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.

If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.

But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dish water gives back no images.

I meant to add that "No Images" was written by William Waring Cuney who was a poet of the Harlem Renaissance movement.  This poem first appeared in Opportunity IV, no. 42 (In June, 1926), where it tied for first and second place in the poetry section of Opportunity's literary contest. The poem was later adapted into a song by Nina Simone, which was featured on her 1966 album Let It All Out.

"Most people would rather be boring than be bored." <br />― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Magdalena


"I've had several "spiritual" or numinous experiences over the years, but never felt that they were the product of anything but the workings of my own mind in reaction to the universe." ~Recusant

Ecurb Noselrub

Quote from: No one on February 20, 2022, 12:08:11 AM
Allen and Walt say
that mister twenty fifteen
makes killer melktert

Analysis: This is a very aggressive haiku. Allen and Walt are clearly Allen Ginsburg and Walt Whitman, both of whom were avant-garde poets in their time. Mr. Twenty Fifteen is the year 2015.  Melktert is South African milk tart. This is symbolic of a sweet finish to the end of the world (the bottom of Africa).  So, Ginsburg and Whitman were prophesying the end of poetry (their world) in 2015. After that year, no valid poetry can be written, as all has been said.

They were wrong. 

Papasito Bruno

Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on February 21, 2022, 08:46:31 PM
Quote from: No one on February 20, 2022, 12:08:11 AM
Allen and Walt say
that mister twenty fifteen
makes killer melktert

Analysis: This is a very aggressive haiku. Allen and Walt are clearly Allen Ginsburg and Walt Whitman, both of whom were avant-garde poets in their time. Mr. Twenty Fifteen is the year 2015.  Melktert is South African milk tart. This is symbolic of a sweet finish to the end of the world (the bottom of Africa).  So, Ginsburg and Whitman were prophesying the end of poetry (their world) in 2015. After that year, no valid poetry can be written, as all has been said.

They were wrong.

Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at analysis. You had me at analysis!
"Most people would rather be boring than be bored." <br />― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Magdalena

Quote from: Papasito Bruno on February 26, 2022, 09:56:34 PM
Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on February 21, 2022, 08:46:31 PM
Quote from: No one on February 20, 2022, 12:08:11 AM
Allen and Walt say
that mister twenty fifteen
makes killer melktert

Analysis: This is a very aggressive haiku. Allen and Walt are clearly Allen Ginsburg and Walt Whitman, both of whom were avant-garde poets in their time. Mr. Twenty Fifteen is the year 2015.  Melktert is South African milk tart. This is symbolic of a sweet finish to the end of the world (the bottom of Africa).  So, Ginsburg and Whitman were prophesying the end of poetry (their world) in 2015. After that year, no valid poetry can be written, as all has been said.

They were wrong.

Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at analysis. You had me at analysis!
I still don't get it.
But it's OK.

"I've had several "spiritual" or numinous experiences over the years, but never felt that they were the product of anything but the workings of my own mind in reaction to the universe." ~Recusant

No one

These tears are here to stay.
And some just wash away,
the me I used to be.
The clouds are rolling in,
they shroud the light that's been,
despite my drowning plea,
The radiance that once so bloomed,
is now perfectly consumed.
Darkness now prevails, it's all that's left to see.

Magdalena

  :felix:
:felix:
Quote from: No one on February 27, 2022, 01:44:10 PM
These tears are here to stay.
And some just wash away,
the me I used to be.
The clouds are rolling in,
they shroud the light that's been,
despite my drowning plea,
The radiance that once so bloomed,
is now perfectly consumed.
Darkness now prevails, it's all that's left to see.
That is sad. And deep.

But in defense of those of us who prefer gloom to sunshine, Darkness, is not so bad.
:felix:

"I've had several "spiritual" or numinous experiences over the years, but never felt that they were the product of anything but the workings of my own mind in reaction to the universe." ~Recusant

No one

I am not worth it
How I wish life would just quit
For this pile of shit

No one

You are disgusting
Horrid, putrid, vile garbage
Why don't you just die

Magdalena

Quote from: No one on March 11, 2022, 04:47:45 AM
You are disgusting
Horrid, putrid, vile garbage
Why don't you just die



"I've had several "spiritual" or numinous experiences over the years, but never felt that they were the product of anything but the workings of my own mind in reaction to the universe." ~Recusant

No one

Now I'm falling,
Into the
Darkness, that slowly steals my light.
Twisted,
By this, driving tide.
Slowly drowning, in these,
Bitter memories.
Broken and battered,
Perfectly shattered.
Left alone,
Forgotten and abandoned
As the emptiness begins
surrounding me
Filled to the brim,
With utter misery
Suffocating all my tomorrows.

No one

How I wish for death
Or to have never been born
Yeah, that's the ticket