National Dark Poetry Day, October 7 - TBD2024-03-28T12:07:53Zhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/forum/topics/national-dark-poetry-day-october-7?groupUrl=kooner-s-landing&groupId=1991841%3AGroup%3A1397899&id=1991841%3ATopic%3A1886282&feed=yes&xn_auth=noEVEN THOUGH by Jane T. Godfre…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-16:1991841:Comment:19944212021-10-16T20:27:22.457Zofficerripleyhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/officerripley
<p>EVEN THOUGH by Jane T. Godfrey</p>
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<p>Even though they turned me down</p>
<p>Doesn't mean they shouldn't be.</p>
<p>So you should join them if you can</p>
<p>And do your best to forget about me.</p>
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<p>EVEN THOUGH by Jane T. Godfrey</p>
<p></p>
<p>Even though they turned me down</p>
<p>Doesn't mean they shouldn't be.</p>
<p>So you should join them if you can</p>
<p>And do your best to forget about me.</p>
<p></p> I dont do audio books but for…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-16:1991841:Comment:19945732021-10-16T14:53:03.808ZPartTimeBrewerhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/PartTimeBrewer
<p>I dont do audio books but for those who do, I just got an ad from Chirp Audiobook for The Edgar Allen Poe Audio Collection for $4.99, regular $17.99. Twenty terrifying stories read by two actors. Don't know how long the deal will last. The ad is already old.</p>
<p>I dont do audio books but for those who do, I just got an ad from Chirp Audiobook for The Edgar Allen Poe Audio Collection for $4.99, regular $17.99. Twenty terrifying stories read by two actors. Don't know how long the deal will last. The ad is already old.</p> The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot
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<p>The Hollow Men</p>
<p>T. S. Eliot</p>
<p> I</p>
<p>We are the hollow men<br></br> We are the stuffed men<br></br> Leaning together<br></br> Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!<br></br> Our dried voices, when<br></br> We whisper together<br></br> Are quiet and meaningless<br></br> As wind in dry grass<br></br> Or rats' feet over broken glass<br></br> In our dry cellar</p>
<p>Shape without form, shade without colour,<br></br> Paralysed force, gesture without motion;</p>
<p>Those who have crossed<br></br> With direct…</p>
<p>The Hollow Men</p>
<p>T. S. Eliot</p>
<p> I</p>
<p>We are the hollow men<br/> We are the stuffed men<br/> Leaning together<br/> Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!<br/> Our dried voices, when<br/> We whisper together<br/> Are quiet and meaningless<br/> As wind in dry grass<br/> Or rats' feet over broken glass<br/> In our dry cellar</p>
<p>Shape without form, shade without colour,<br/> Paralysed force, gesture without motion;</p>
<p>Those who have crossed<br/> With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom<br/> Remember us-if at all-not as lost<br/> Violent souls, but only<br/> As the hollow men<br/> The stuffed men.</p> Excerpt from “SUICIDE IN THE…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-09:1991841:Comment:19940422021-10-09T03:17:35.563Zofficerripleyhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/officerripley
<p>Excerpt from <strong>“SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES”</strong></p>
<p>by English poet Siegfried Sassoon</p>
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<p>You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br/> Who cheer when soldier lads march by,<br/> Sneak home and pray you’ll never know<br/> The hell where youth and laughter go.</p>
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<p>Excerpt from <strong>“SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES”</strong></p>
<p>by English poet Siegfried Sassoon</p>
<p></p>
<p>You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br/> Who cheer when soldier lads march by,<br/> Sneak home and pray you’ll never know<br/> The hell where youth and laughter go.</p>
<p></p> The Infinite Abyss by Peter P…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-07:1991841:Comment:19937482021-10-07T18:52:53.888Zofficerripleyhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/officerripley
<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">The Infinite Abyss</span></b> <span style="font-family: Arial;">by Peter Payack</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Once mom died</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I felt the weight and immensity…</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">The Infinite Abyss</span></b> <span style="font-family: Arial;">by Peter Payack</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Once mom died</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I felt the weight and immensity</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">of never and forever.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~from <i>Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine</i>, Jan./Feb. 2017 issue</span></p> OCTOBER, REMEMBERING THE RIDE…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-07:1991841:Comment:19937472021-10-07T18:12:38.643Zofficerripleyhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/officerripley
<div class="c-feature-hd"><h1 class="c-hdgSans c-hdgSans_2 c-mix-hdgSans_inline"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>OCTOBER, REMEMBERING THE RIDE NO ONE SAW</strong></span></h1>
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<div class="c-feature-sub c-feature-sub_vast"><div><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution">BY<span> </span><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rick-noguchi" rel="nofollow">RICK NOGUCHI</a></span></div>
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<div class="c-feature-bd"><div class="o-poem isActive"><div>Steel horses…</div>
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<div class="c-feature-hd"><h1 class="c-hdgSans c-hdgSans_2 c-mix-hdgSans_inline"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>OCTOBER, REMEMBERING THE RIDE NO ONE SAW</strong></span></h1>
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<div class="c-feature-sub c-feature-sub_vast"><div><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution">BY<span> </span><a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rick-noguchi">RICK NOGUCHI</a></span></div>
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<div class="c-feature-bd"><div class="o-poem isActive"><div>Steel horses nodding</div>
<div>In the petroleum field are beasts</div>
<div>That suck</div>
<div>The crude of earth.</div>
<div>They have lived here for as long as I</div>
<div>Remember. This moment,</div>
<div> </div>
<div>I smell wild incense:</div>
<div>Heather, abducted by a desert wind.</div>
<div>Its growth hides</div>
<div>The rain-carved ribs of the foothills.</div>
<div>Evening swallows</div>
<div>The city fasting on late fall.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Years ago, after hearing the story</div>
<div>About a boy who lost</div>
<div>Both legs while playing on an oil pump,</div>
<div>I was dared to straddle one.</div>
<div>All my friends were there to watch</div>
<div>The Pacific behind me burning with dusk.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>The brute lifted me to the sky,</div>
<div>Where I merged with the twilight,</div>
<div>A warm breeze embracing my back.</div>
<div>None of them noticed</div>
<div>The world stopped to breathe.</div>
<div>When I looked, they disappeared.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Nearby in pink-flowered bushes</div>
<div>Someone found</div>
<div>The girl who’d been missing for weeks.</div>
<div>They stood in awe, the body</div>
<div>Decomposing, while I rode</div>
<div>The slow bucking animal.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Two months later, off the same pump,</div>
<div>A man dove,</div>
<div>An imperfect swan into night.</div>
<div>He landed in the dirt gully</div>
<div>Breaking the soft, white wings</div>
<div>He never had.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Today, I catch in my hand</div>
<div>An insect charged with lightning.</div>
<div>It tickles</div>
<div>The obscure scoop of my palm</div>
<div>As I hold it to my mouth and explain</div>
<div>A wish so simple</div>
<div> </div>
<div>By morning I will have forgotten it.</div>
<div>I release</div>
<div>The bug to a desert wind</div>
<div>That is racing toward the sea,</div>
<div>A brutal dryness in its wake.</div>
<div>Fire in the hills everywhere.</div>
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</div> PABLO NERUDA, “NOTHING BUT DE…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-07:1991841:Comment:19937452021-10-07T12:11:58.289ZPartTimeBrewerhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/PartTimeBrewer
<p>PABLO NERUDA, “NOTHING BUT DEATH”<br/> There are cemeteries that are lonely,<br/> graves full of bones that do not make a sound,<br/> the heart moving through a tunnel,<br/> in it darkness, darkness, darkness,<br/> like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,<br/> as though we were drowning inside our hearts,<br/> as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.</p>
<p>PABLO NERUDA, “NOTHING BUT DEATH”<br/> There are cemeteries that are lonely,<br/> graves full of bones that do not make a sound,<br/> the heart moving through a tunnel,<br/> in it darkness, darkness, darkness,<br/> like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,<br/> as though we were drowning inside our hearts,<br/> as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.</p> It's that day again. Dark Poe…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2021-10-07:1991841:Comment:19940562021-10-07T12:11:29.337ZPartTimeBrewerhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/PartTimeBrewer
<p>It's that day again. Dark Poetry Day to commemorate Edgar Allen Poe. Delve onto something new and morbid and have a sleepless night.</p>
<p>It's that day again. Dark Poetry Day to commemorate Edgar Allen Poe. Delve onto something new and morbid and have a sleepless night.</p> I knew you'd like this one.tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2020-10-08:1991841:Comment:18865472020-10-08T01:34:47.281ZPartTimeBrewerhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/PartTimeBrewer
<p>I knew you'd like this one.</p>
<p>I knew you'd like this one.</p> Dark but beautiful; thanks fo…tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2020-10-08:1991841:Comment:18867642020-10-08T00:24:57.125Zofficerripleyhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/officerripley
<p>Dark but beautiful; thanks for starting this discussion!</p>
<p>Dark but beautiful; thanks for starting this discussion!</p>