#Video Poetry

[blnxpc]

"Cell Observation"

Video feedback collage

*Please be careful of blinking lights*

[thepoethenry]

Oh, and I forgot about these 🙈 From a video series where I read a poem and offer a prompt. The wonderful source poem from Mary Spooner found here: https://www.memorious.org/?id=807

[a-minus-content]

GOOD MORNING

I wanna, but then I, too

Have judged the people / for letting go.

We the perpetrators of the United States in order

To know / to be afraid / have stuck our hand / on

The electric burner. The gameplay / of Memory,

Of Go Fish, the game 

Of the pairing / of questions 

With answers.

And you’re off.

Grey clouds upon light grey clouds, darkness top- 

Heavy, hello to you on the dryish inside of 

A crust of rain. In the pebbles I find last night,

The word, “smack,” word I chose / in the moment, well,

It’s my word now. WELL IT’S MY WORD NOW!

Last night / she let me / be the one

To get her ready. Do I stumble? Very well,

I stumble. Do you ever criss-cross some electrical interference

And your bluetooth sizzles, like the nut

Of a flame? I’m sorry: there’s a train inside 

My head that goes

All the way cross-country.

I want to talk about what happens when

The track passes over 

The groundlessness of myth,

But the train also goes into / poisoned towns,

Abandoned by the government, gaslit

For the interests of Leviathan training

Around minimizing liability

And we’re acting as if robots

Could somehow be crueler. 

Anyway

[bobie-collages-and-videopoems]

Jour des morts, nuit des vivants, leur paradis est dans nos cœurs // Day of the dead, night of the living, their paradise is in our heart

[redcomunitaria]

Writermexe

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

In the Mirror video artwork

[doll-poetry]

Video Poem 2♡

To cut it short & be quick

As myself would always try to do with everything

Life I guess you could say

[putah-creek]

jobe reads poems by kenneth rexroth

[quantum-moth]

Unobtainable Relief

A Quantum Bound Sonnet

Written by Derek Abraxas

Unobtainable Relief

Euphoria’s whispers, feelings I outgrew.

The ghost of your power still clings to the new.

In the marrow of moments fractured, we blend.

A mosaic dreamscape that just cannot contend.

Beneath my cold skin, you’re still flowing with a hum.

A symphonic vibration imposed to make numb.

As I dwell in the past as if I never even fell,

Blackened by stories I’m not ready to tell.

You once birthed my fire, untamed and devout.

Yet as I breathe in, you intend to fade out.

Your ember remains, though the strength is subdued,

Like the relics of my passion fluctuating out of hue.

So, was I truly the artist? Or just the canvas you displayed?

The art? Or just the hand by which the true art was made?

Was I the musician? Or an instrument being played?

As I feel that power fade, and your solace decay.

Each breath pulling threads that stitched me back together,

They fray by the minute. Infinite morphs into never.

Your essence was the mortar for my fractures unseen,

Now waning as an echo in the spaces between.

I’m caught in the haze of a power wearing thin,

Where beginnings and endings converge instead of mend.

The brightness you’ve shown me still haunt every thought.

But lights are now fading like the hope that I sought.

You remain in the marrow, a faint whithered groan.

your voice no longer has the strength to atone.

I chase you through the shadows, the fractures, and the flame.

But the Sonnets you sang are out of tune. Out of range.

The fires you birthed are now embers at rest.

A ghost of the power that made my darkness feel blessed.

Though I breathe in your essence, I exhale despair..

As I sift through the ruins all that ever was there.

So who am I now, with this skin turned to stone,

With this fractured mosaic I dare to disown?

Your whispers still linger, as my whispers hold grief.

You have turned into another unobtainable relief.

The dreamscape you promised now crumbles at the bends.

My mind left with echoes of a past that never ends.

Forced through its marrow, and its fractures. Forced to fend.

Cause I’m deathly afraid

for when I start to descend.

Derek Abraxas "The Quantum Bound Poet"

[thepoethenry]

I forgot about these!!

An old series on TikTok of ekphrastic poems written in response to videos or trends. I cannot for the life of me remember what this one was about, but I like how it turned out 🤓

[alanwking]

A Video for my Poem, "A Prayer for the Bees"

I’m thrilled to share the video for my poem, “A Prayer for the Bees.” This poem came to me while I was bathing my younger daughter, Jade Rose. Before she came into our lives, my wife and I used bee sounds to soothe our older daughter when she was a toddler (she’s now 9!). We downloaded 12-hour bee sounds and played it on an old phone as white noise for Jazmyn. We figured the sounds would also…

[redcomunitaria]

Writermexe

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

y'ever get haunted by the fear you will never write anything as beautiful as the US Steel Pipe Works Slag Dump Youtube Comment cuz hoo boy i sure do:

shoutout to you, youtube user mrc109, wherever you may be today

[vispoarchive]

Dona Mayoora - "9 Ephemeral Echoes." Cheshire, Spring 2024.