#The Friday Poem

[martyncrucefix]

A Run of Readings in October/November

Talk to whomsoever (among the poets you may know) and a common theme is just how hard it can be to get invitations to read. It really is hard going and for those of us – most of us – who have an aversion to the push and flaunt that is required – it can even feel quite painful. But do it we must. So it’s really nice when it produces a few results. This, by way of saying that I have a few…

[stygianturtle]

October 5: This one’s a play off a prompt from last year AND it’s a writing prompt! Take any famous character from a horror film, and create a nursery rhyme about them. You can make it completely innocent, or, like many nursery rhymes, remain dark but disguised in pretty language.

I think my character is pretty obvious, and as an added bonus I made 2 haiku (apparently the plural is the same) between Mother and son.

[ww2yaoi]

"Animals" by Frank O'Hara / The Pacific / The Pacific Part V Script

[perfectfeelings]

You can blame yourself for anything if you think about it long enough

Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006–2011)

[martyncrucefix]

My Three Desert Island Poems

As mentioned in a post earlier in June, I spent a few days around that time trying to choose just 3 poems that I might take with me to a speculative desert island. I was asked to do this by The Friday Poem website and they have now posted the results of my labours. In the end I chose work by Coleridge, Edward Thomas and Rainer Maria Rilke. Of course, the latter has been on my mind a great deal…

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

“Ok in the original error message on Grammy night there’s the the code that says DPT which obviously now is the acronym for Tortured Poets Department but backwards and it’s counting down 3-2-1 from back to front IT’S LIKE IT’S STARTING FROM THE END INSTEAD OF THE BEGINNING or from the last page instead of the first chapter and the word scramble is literally a red herring and the original error is web speak for the system crashing BECAUSE THERE’S BEEN A GLITCH THE SYSTEM IS OVERLOADED so she has to go back to basics with a typewriter instead in the latest tease but also the betting Swifties are saying the Apple Music scramble is spelling out Glitch backwards too and the original error message is a black page with white font but the NEW error message is white with black font they’re like TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN and now she’s teasing 13– THIRTEEN WHAT?!—“

[perfectquote]

You can blame yourself for anything if you think about it long enough

Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006–2011)

[martyncrucefix]

Edward Thomas, Tellisford, and a poem of my own

I have recently been writing a piece for the excellent site, The Friday Poem, or the FRIP as it styles itself, edited by Hilary Menos. I’d had a poem accepted by the FRIP earlier this year and Hilary had asked if I’d like to contribute something in prose, perhaps choosing 3 ‘desert island’ poems. An impossible challenge, of course – only three!!?? – but an interesting exercise to be sure. I’ll…

[dexbimter]

WİTH YOU

If it weren't for waking up from the deepest sleep, After a sleepless night, Morning morning.

If it weren't for crying when a leaf falls to the ground, Or when a flower dies, Spring is spring.

And if it weren't for your love when the roses bud and bloom, When the swallows fly, Day by day.

Maybe it would be easier to live.

That is, without expectations, As they say, like grass, As if grass doesn't live.

You know I won't give up sunny days, From the rain and the smell of soil, And from the yellow wheat ears, And from your coal-black eyes.

I wake up to the day loving you, I look at the stars loving you, I breathe and live loving you, And I hold on to life loving you.

You know, I don't understand roundabout ways, I can't explain myself often, I'm ashamed of crying, To tell you. My mind has remained in the old times, Like my heart has remained in you. I walk through life slowly, From old cobblestones, you know.

I may not be able to catch up with your new century.

But even if a million years pass, Love is the same love, I am the same me, And you will still be beautiful. I know. Maybe I want to be free, From your era that you never let dust enter. Maybe even to sleep a little, With you…

[dirtwormpile]

poem for aphrodite

Hail to the fair one! Laughter loving, oh mother

She who brings us close to one another

She who is the nurturer of lovers,

She who brings joy and wonder.

Born from sea-foam, mother of the archerer,

Your warlike aspects make you all the fiercer,

Eyes as bright and warm as fire,

And your voice is as beautiful as summer.

Hail to Aphrodite! Bringer of life,

She who is as radiant as the night.

[brain--rott]

my bedroom walls are a graveyard of all of the things I could've been. ive spent so many years becoming nothing.

[transcendragon]

Election Night Poem

Stop

Stop looking at the polls,

And look into my eyes.

Before a single thing,

Before any one of 50 states swing,

Before the news and texts,

Before the speeches lead on to the next,

Listen.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, and I will be there for you.

I love you.

Can you hear me?

Take a break from the rest of the world

For just a moment let me be all

And listen

I love you.

We will take care of each other.

I love you.

That’s all.

[elycwinters]

Love Begins

Words: 102 Tagging: @flashfictionfridayofficial

How love begins is hard to say. Some swear by a look, some by a word, others will say with a touch.

I will not say who is wrong or who is right, all I can speak is what lays in my heart.

And you? The cause of everything started this by taking me in your arms and saying: you're safe with me.

Magic happens in that very moment my heart races, my palms get sweaty and oh, I know. I know.

For it was not your words, nor your arms that spoke true it was the feeling of finding my home.

~ Ely C. Winters

[nostalgia-tblr]