Bec's Poetry Corner

CoolBec · 08-11-2013, 09:25 AM

Some experiences are life changing...

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Innocence Lost
by Becky P.

What made me want this...where's my self-worth?
A life of moral dogma preached daily since birth
My own private men's club in a cheap motel.
Shouting to my brain, "You're surly going to hell!"

The first one up I didn't know from a thief
He was in me in an instant, his knife into my sheath
A daggar thrust deep into the naive soul
Of the innocent girl I used to know

One after another, I was used to completion
An endless assault of carnal contrition
Would I miss the girl that walked through this door?
My mind screamed "No!...this is you...to the core "

Astronomer · 08-11-2013, 06:24 PM

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Originally Posted by CoolBec

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

I love this one, Bec. I like the rhythm of the syllables as well!

CoolBec · 08-11-2013, 07:21 PM

Aw thanks..glad you liked it. Finding the right person to spend my life with really did pull me out of a dark time in my life, so that's what it's about.

If you have any of your own please post something.

Btw..I'm really enjoying your journal. As a piano player who also plays a little guitar now, I can relate. And your festival tips brought back fond memories of SXSW.

CoolBec · 08-16-2013, 07:39 PM

This is a popular piece by Robert Frost. It's about a person who loves nature and the outdoors and longs for more time in their busy life to enjoy it. I can so relate!!
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening`

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep

katsy · 08-18-2013, 10:37 PM

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Originally Posted by CoolBec

This is a popular piece by Robert Frost. It's about a person who loves nature and the outdoors and longs for more time in their busy life to enjoy it. I can so relate!!
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening`

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep

Love this. I was quoting this the other day on our eight hour drive home. "And miles to go before I sleep."

djchameleon · 08-19-2013, 05:39 AM

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Originally Posted by katsy

Love this. I was quoting this the other day on our eight hour drive home. "And miles to go before I sleep."

argh I knew that I knew that line what's his face kept quoting in Death Proof.

That's the poem ugh.

katsy · 08-18-2013, 10:39 PM

Another favorite nature poem(or it is for me):

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

CoolBec · 08-19-2013, 06:26 PM

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Originally Posted by katsy

Another favorite nature poem(or it is for me):

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Yeah, that's a lovely piece. Whitman and Kilmer are two of my faves for that kinda stuff. Thanks for posting!

CoolBec · 08-20-2013, 04:34 AM

Hence the "kinda"

You're of course technically correct. But the term "sonnet" has also come to be fairly generic in its contemporary usage, especially in an informal context.

Dr. Boo Bear · 08-25-2013, 09:51 AM

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Originally Posted by CoolBec

Hence the "kinda"

You're of course technically correct. But the term "sonnet" has also come to be fairly generic in its contemporary usage, especially in an informal context.

Uh, no it hasn't. A sonnet has a very precise definition. Look it up. I can call a dog an elephant but that still doesn't make it so. Even if the "informal context" you're referring to is a free-verse sonnet, which is called a sonnetoid, the very basic component is 14 lines.

People tend to believe that poetry is just a willy-nilly construct since they've heard, somewhere, from the preface to Lyrical Ballads that poetry was the "spontaneous overflow of emotion recollected in tranquility," as though no craft or technique or thought was ever put into a piece of writing. I mean, that's probably true for bad poetry, but good poetry is not just words thrown down on a page (not suggesting that yours is of this ilk).

I teach literature and I'm very frustrated with my student coming out of high school believing that there are no rules to poetry. There are.

08-11-2013, 09:25 AM	#1 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Some experiences are life changing... ============================================== *Innocence Lost* by Becky P. What made me want this...where's my self-worth? A life of moral dogma preached daily since birth My own private men's club in a cheap motel. Shouting to my brain, "You're surly going to hell!" The first one up I didn't know from a thief He was in me in an instant, his knife into my sheath A daggar thrust deep into the naive soul Of the innocent girl I used to know One after another, I was used to completion An endless assault of carnal contrition Would I miss the girl that walked through this door? My mind screamed "No!...this is you...to the core " Last edited by CoolBec; 08-16-2013 at 07:31 PM.

08-11-2013, 07:21 PM	#3 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Aw thanks..glad you liked it. Finding the right person to spend my life with really did pull me out of a dark time in my life, so that's what it's about. If you have any of your own please post something. Btw..I'm really enjoying your journal. As a piano player who also plays a little guitar now, I can relate. And your festival tips brought back fond memories of SXSW. Last edited by CoolBec; 08-11-2013 at 07:29 PM.

08-18-2013, 10:39 PM	#7 (permalink)
katsy Music Addict Join Date: Oct 2012 Posts: 286	Another favorite nature poem(or it is for me): When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer By Walt Whitman When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. __________________ Split the Lark-- and you'll find the Music - Emily Dickinson

08-20-2013, 04:34 AM	#9 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Hence the "kinda" You're of course technically correct. But the term "sonnet" has also come to be fairly generic in its contemporary usage, especially in an informal context. __________________ *Bec's Poetry Corner* http://www.musicbanter.com/song-writ...ry-corner.html Last edited by CoolBec; 08-20-2013 at 07:38 PM.

08-16-2013, 07:39 PM	#4 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	This is a popular piece by Robert Frost. It's about a person who loves nature and the outdoors and longs for more time in their busy life to enjoy it. I can so relate!! ============================ *Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening*` Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep