Any Poets Here?

[dUSt]

Every phatmasser is a poet. A Haiku poet.

[Vincent Vega]

I don't know bout that.
Some here are pretty stupid -
Look at me even.

[brandelynmarie]

To speak in Haiku
Is to give thought to phrases
Counted on fingers

[arfink]

Anyone can fake
a haiku on the phorum.
I want french fries now.

[brandelynmarie]

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[brandelynmarie]

[quote name='Peter_Jeremiah' timestamp='1325820871' post='2363824']
Is anyone else on this "phorum" a poet? I enjoy doing performance/slam poetry when ever I get the chance, and I have written several pieces. I'd like to know if there are any other Catholic poets here.

Thanks!
[/quote]

So will you share your poetry with us? Don't mind the . It happens quite often.

[Ice_nine]

I'll bite. I wrote this a few years back.

31 Lyncis

I strung a necklace made of stars.
The Lynx burnt a hole through my heart.
And I could barely see him but
he pierced me deeply, the Alsciaukat;
the sting where pain and mercy meet.

Can these constellations guide me home,
carry my wayward feet?
Or will they hang me in the balance
with only gravity beneath?

All they have left is scar tissue so far,
I still wish you could come along
and follow the roads that they’ve left;
maps clawed onto my body,
the gracious paw outstretched.

Though you had always scorned the stars.
And slept so soundly in the dark.
So, on this humble sphere of rock
I never thought I’d find you here . . .
Siphoning the starlight from the skies.


There is a constellation in the sky that was founded in the 1700's I believe by some scientist who dubbed this group of stars "Lynx." Like it's ever-elusive namesake, the constellation isn't the easiest one to spot (the stars appear very faint and they are smack dab in between some bigger more prominent constellations like the Big Dipper). Not all of it's stars are named as in the older constellations, but one of the stars is called the Alsciaukat from the Arabic "thorn," and it is also called Mabsuthat meaning "the outstretched paw," and in scientific terms this lil star is called 31 Lyncis. Hence the name of the poem should anyone care. That's the extent I, and wikipedia and google, know about this constellation, but it inspired me to write this poem a few years ago. Holla.

[brandelynmarie]

Thanks for explaining Lyncis & Alsciaukat. May I ask who is the [i]you [/i]
in your poem?

And I'm guessing [i]this humble sphere of rock [/i]
is the earth.

[i]I never thought I’d find you here . . .
Siphoning the starlight from the skies[/i].

Could you explain the [i]siphoning the starlight? [/i]



If you don't want to, that is fine, but I am intrigued. It all sounds very mystical.

[Jaime]

I love TS Eliot and we have a local slam poet who calls herself Dessa. I find her amazing. But other than having an appreciation, I stink at it.

[Byzantine]

Hic haiku poema.
[i]This is a haiku poem.[/i]
Scripsi in Latina.
[i]I wrote it in Latin.[/i]
Intellegisne?
[i]Do you understand?[/i]

[Vincent Vega]

[quote name='Byzantine' timestamp='1326070557' post='2365318']
Hic haiku poema.
[i]This is a haiku poem.[/i]
Scripsi in Latina.
[i]I wrote it in Latin.[/i]
Intellegisne?
[i]Do you understand?[/i]
[/quote]
You misunderstand:
That is not a real haiku.
Nice Latin touch, though.

[Byzantine]

Oh wait. Should be "[i]Id[/i] scripsi in Latina."

Now it's a haiku. Interlinear translation.

Thanks!

Edited January 9, 2012 by Byzantine

[Lilllabettt]

Beauty's blood is anguished
Tainted and diseased
by that trite poison, time
And mother's arms bear new-borns sure
towards death as soldiers marched to war

[InPersonaChriste]

I write poetry,
But none of it deep,
It usually seems to rhyme,
But other times, my peeps,
It smells of putrifaction,
and is taken from a book.
Maybe i will show you,
if you'd like to have a look.


Basically the only poetry I have done is from last semester and its from Pride and Prejudice as an assingment... To poeterise a part of a book. It wasn't very good!

When I was 7 I won a poetry competition and I was published in a book. I haven't been published since

[Ice_nine]

[quote name='brandelynmarie' timestamp='1325995439' post='2364819']
Thanks for explaining Lyncis & Alsciaukat. May I ask who is the [i]you [/i]
in your poem?

And I'm guessing [i]this humble sphere of rock [/i]
is the earth.

[i]I never thought I’d find you here . . .
Siphoning the starlight from the skies[/i].

Could you explain the [i]siphoning the starlight? [/i]

If you don't want to, that is fine, but I am intrigued. It all sounds very mystical.
[/quote]

I don't really know who the "you" is. I guess I was thinking about a friend at the time, or someone who is merely a skeptic. I'll try to explain it as briefly as possible:

Stars are captivating to children and astrophysicists alike. It's hard for people like me to wrap my head around how little dots of light are actually hot torrents of fire and gases millions of lightyears away, so I kind of like the idea of sorta playing with this idea that humans can mingle with the infinite and unknown, transcending proximity and other physical laws. Many remain captivated by the mysterious and yearn for something tangible to affirm the existence of the divine. Perhaps using the kindred cosmos is a vehicle to do so.

However, this intermingling of man and the cosmos is a a beautiful but simultaneously painful experience, yet many still dare to clothe themselves with the super-rational despite the pain.

To me, despite the age of scientism and such I find the most difficult problem in believing a personal God is the idea of suffering. It strikes at the very crux of who we are both intellectually and emotionally. Most times it is uncertain and we stumble along hoping we're going the right way, only following this vague sense of where to go.

I guess the "you" in the poem is someone who has never been able to grapple with this. Has always looked at the universe as a cold, impersonal web of rules and such and fails to see the divine light written within them. You are right about the humble sphere of rock. Tis the Earth. And additionally the narrator finds this "you" at the end [i]humbly[/i] beginning to draw light from the stars and enter into this mystical interplay of the divine and the physical world from which it came. He/she is starting to submit his rationality to the sublime.


I know there's other writers in here, show us your goods!

[quote name='Lilllabettt' timestamp='1326078523' post='2365437']
Beauty's blood is anguished
Tainted and diseased
by that trite poison, time
And mother's arms bear new-borns sure
towards death as soldiers marched to war
[/quote]

Beautiful