#Bygones poem

[visionarybee]

The Poem "Bygones" Animated Music Video

[obstinatecondolement]

I have a lot of fondness for clunky Hallmark Christmas romance movies with rock bottom production values, vaguely established and extremely contrived plots, dodgy dialgoue, often questionable line readings, and child actors playing a kid who seems either three years younger or older than themselves. Hallmark have not undermined themselves with glib, self aware irony or attempted to "elevate" the delightful low artform that they excel in. Refreshing, honestly.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[libraryleopard]

Poetry

Queer identity and history, prose and lyrics poems

Favorite poems: "Some Faggy Gestures," "B L U E," "Little Thought Experiment," "Silver Springs," "I am Odious (as it Turns Out). I am Monstrous Glad," "Your New Feeling if the Artifact of a Bygone Era"

Gay author

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

unsuspecting muse

the cards of fate

are heavy and glittering gold

beautiful in my hands

peace in my heart

the memories I have

and create with you

in this stained glass

kaleidoscope mind

I forget so much is just

my imagination

how many times have I fallen

in love with my imagination

and called it by another's name?

I wonder if my mind

has a number

for the thoughts that whisper

or if they just manifest

and fall like leaves

all different colors

I begin remembering

how warm

you made my heart

and ache

[applepi00]

Hey anyone have a pdf of the Japanese copy of Nakahara Chuuya’s poems? I have them in translation but that doesn’t capture the syllabic rhythm so I was thinking I’d write in the Japanese myself for my own reference.

[fleeting-fixations]

[vatiicidal]

[sarahtorribio-blog]

Epigram: "Let bygones be bygones"

Let bygones be bygones You’re living rent-free in my head. It’s time to desist and to cease. We both are long-gone. By all rights, we’ve moved on, but I”m locked in a 20-year-lease >>last post <<next post

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

every time the summertime rolls around all i want to do is read stories and poems about summer, watch movies about summer, write rambling journey entries about summer, chat with friends about summer, find music that sounds and feels like summer, eat and drink only summer produce and summer beverages, think back on bygone summers sitting outside with the warm twilight settling over me, revel in summertime like a small bird splashing gleefully around in an old fountain in some sunny square ⛲️ season that perpetuates itself on all levels in all forms

[literallyjusttoa]

Muses HC's!

Bc why not, the muses are awesome. Also! Just a quick refresher bc I know not everyone is insane and has all the muses memorized.

Clio: Muse of History

Eutyrpe: Muse of Lyric Poetry

Thalia: Muse of Comedic Poetry

Melpomine: Muse of Tragic Poetry

Terpsichore: Muse of Dance

Erato: Muse of Erotic Poetry

Polyhymnia: Muse of Religious Hymns

Urania: Muse of Astronomy

Calliope: Muse of Epic Poetry

I know that Hesiod said they were daughters of Zeus but you know what I say? I say NO. I instead listen to what some other poets said, which is that the muses are very powerful nymphs that burst forth from sacred streams. I like to think this happened like five months before Apollo was born, and everyone was very confused about these nymphs that seemed to have control over domains that no one else really had any claim over, and then Apollo was born and everyone was like “ohhh that makes sense, yeah.” In a way, they prophesized Apollo’s domains (haha get it, cuz he's the god of prophecy, I’m a genius guys i’m a comedic geni-)

Thalia and Melpomine argue about everything, but they’re also inseparable. You’ll often find them discussing heroes' stories and debating whether or not their lives should take a comedic or tragic turn. 

Calliope doesn’t just write epic poetry. No, she also appraises weapons and artifacts of bygone myths with Clio, maps out constellations with Urania, and watches over upcoming epic heroes with Apollo. She’s really the jack-of-all-trades of the group.

Soprano: Eutyrpe, Thalia Mezzo-Soprano: Terpsichore, Calliope, Erato Alto: Clio, Polyhymnia Contralto: Melpomine, Urania

(Obviously they can sing all the notes but this is like, their preferences when it comes to harmonizing) 

Eutyrpe and Terpsichore love to have mini shows, with Eutyrpe performing any new lyrics she’s cooked up and Terpsichore improvising dances to her songs. 

Clio’s kind of the unofficial leader of the muses. Like, Apollo is the official leader, but whenever he’s out of town Clio’s in charge. 

Whenever Apollo makes a new poem, he shows it to whoever’s sphere it falls into first, and then Urania, bc Urania just loves reading poetry and her praise will heal the bruised ego he might have if the first draft was not approved. 

 Whenever Urania makes a new constellation, the whole group has an overnight star-watching session, where they reminisce on old heroes and make smores. 

Polyhymnia and Erato actually have a lot of overlap. Especially because Polyhymnia was making religious hymns for greek gods and, well, you know how greek gods are. This is why Erato is the only one not surprised by Polyhymnia’s dirty jokes. The other sisters think Polyhymnia is “too pure”

Apollo has been with all of the muses, but it’s honestly more of a queer-platonic sort of thing (and/or a friends with benefits situation) he has a very fluid way of showing affection with all of them, since they’ve been some of his closest companions throughout his life. Also, the ten of them have single-handedly made it through the equivalent of thousands, if not tens of thousands of tech weeks together, and I don’t think anything could bond people together more than that.

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy leaned back on the soft tussocks of dry grass and heather at the back of his rocky perch and thought of all his human friends around the world, bustling and rushing about, and only too often haunted by the "gaunt presage of undone duties" in an "over-busy world".

With nothing much to do except contemplate the wonders of Nature and engage in the very pleasant task of sharing his adventures with all his wonderful friends, Algy realised that the life of a fluffy bird was indeed an unusually privileged one. Of course, not long ago he had allowed "the dreaming lapse of slow, unmeasured time" to prevail to such an extent that he had not only neglected his one delightful mission but had even failed to observe for himself the ever changing loveliness around him. And in a fluffy bird who had no other obligations, that was a fault indeed!

But Algy knew that his human friends had a multitude of responsibilities and commitments, worries and chores to shorten their hours and burden them with "alien moods", and he only hoped that in the midst of all those demands and concerns they could still find a time and a place for sufficient leisure to enjoy "wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled by shortening moments".

Algy sends you all lots of his fluffiest and most relaxing hugs 🤗

Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage Of undone duties, modern heritage, Haunted our happy minds; must thou withhold Thy presence from this over-busy world, And bearing silence with thee disengage Our twined fortunes? Deeps of unhewn woods Alone can cherish thee, alone possess Thy quiet, teeming vigor. This our crime: Not to have worshipped, marred by alien moods That sole condition of all loveliness, The dreaming lapse of slow, unmeasured time.

[Algy is quoting the poem Leisure by the early 20th century American poet Amy Lowell.]

[fearandhatred]

Good Omens and "Ghost" 💖

mari my beloved a poem for you!! <3 it is not 900 words this time but i made it about angel crowley again. and the final fifteen again. because i realised i have free will

text under the cut

i can't look at you some days, do you know that? it's not your fault, it never is just a thousand wrong places at a thousand wrong moments because when the light hits your face just right, when i turn to you a certain way, when the warmth of your hands brushes that spot on my wing i see the galaxies behind you, the pleats of that bygone white robe and lavish gold collar and for a moment your eyes flicker brown, the light reddens your hair it's not your face i see from before, it's mine remnants of a being that was, a phantom grace

it's not your fault that you still have that wonder in your eyes that your indulgence is still all-consuming it never is but maybe we met a thousand different times that we shouldn't have

so even as you kiss me i think maybe some odds are just not meant to be overcome maybe heredity is meant to be honoured maybe when fate decides to tear two beings apart, they should allow it because i love you, and i'll love you for all my days but on some of them i can't bear to see your face

so maybe it's okay that you're gone, back to where my spirit can't return to because at least i don't have to look at you anymore, or be petrified that i can't and maybe it's okay that a different kind of hurt resides in my bones now because now you're just another ghost to follow me around, with no one left to revive me

the dead leading the dead

[youcalledmebabe]

BoB ships as songs from the tortured poets department:

winnix: fortnight. And for a fortnight there, we were forever/Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather/Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors (Nixon New Jersey core.)

webgott: imgonnagetyouback: Bygones will be bygone eras fadin' into gray/We broke all the pieces but still want to play the game/Told my friends, “I hate you” but I love you just the same.

luztoye: so high school: I'll drink what you think, and I'm high/From smokin' your jokes all damn night

spierton: the albatross: I swept in at the rescue/The devil that you know/Looks now more like an angel (I don’t totally get spierton’s vibe so… disregard if this one feels off)

baberoe: I look in people’s windows: What if your eyes looked up and met mine/One more time?

bonus webgott because honestly sooo much of this album is them coded: fresh out the slammer: All those nights you kept me going/Swirled you into all of my poems

webroe: guilty as sin: if it’s make believe/why does it feel like a vow/we’ll both uphold somehow? (sorry guys I’m thinking thoughts about it…)

[dreamvonlicht]

History breeds Anachronism

- A poem by Dream Von Licht

The days are quiet

Dull and timeless

Sitting with my respite

In dampening silence

My pen knows not what to write

Dredging for external guidance

I ache for days forlorn

In seeking what I yearn

Yesterdays bygone

And eras I’ve yet to mourn

I find myself puzzled by endless cacophony

Wordless symphonies reek of timeless tragedies

Sings a choir in solemn harmony

My love does not cease

Despite your departure

I write of this quandary

And carry what I harbor

Will I suffer less if it’s self inflicted?

Why is this pain so contradictive

I do not wish to reap

I sow what I abhor

I miss you more

Than someone in a single lifetime

Could ever account for

[vegetableharvester]

"She may in glee nor be in peace, but one could hope to understand, for those memories couldn't be remembered."

—A woman from the bygone past.

"Shall there be black amidst the white, just as colors to white amassed,

Flowers be tainted with Poison as Ice be pierced into Flames.

The rain weeps for the lost, yet left forgotten to the bygone past,

So does the wrenched hearts, unknowingly, be shall laid in the endless bane.

"May not the blues meet the red, for the abyss gaze the pure light.

As may not the joyful soul be caress by despairing blight."

Such wishes can't be heard when the Gods are gone from one's sight,

Tragic how it must be—when the purest shall walk through the carcasses.

World be heard with voices of endless goodbyes and good nights,

Towards to the said world of life be pinned by all gazes of venomous."

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Yeah... The art, the quote, and the poem pretty much explain her past. So... Give me your interpretation about this post.

And also, little things about Aisha's past;

• Her biological parents shall be remained in mystery as she was found in a river that was known to be a sacred land and where newborns are offered to the Gods for the sake of protection and prosperity, but said practices are only known in history books.

• In the alternate universe of where the Order of Aesir doesn't exist, Aisha wouldn't exist because her parents had history with the Order of Aesir. So the other AU she can have is—if her foster parents are still alive. All because she also at fault, though partially, for her own foster parent's death when she was young.