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12/18/2014 11:04:12 PM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

paul martin
Posts: 9
this the kind of poetry that gets people interested
no bland stuff here

Patrick H Pearse

(Poet, Irish Rebel, Gaelic scholar and visionary)

The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people,
the people that sorrow,
That have no treasure but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory Of an Ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage,
in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the blood of serfs;


The children with whom I have played,
the men and women with whom I have eaten,
Have had masters over them,
have been under the lash of masters,
And, though gentle, have served churls;


The hands that have touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch is familiar to me,
Have worn shameful manacles,
have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
Have grown hard with the manacles and the task-work of strangers,


I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly,
I am bone of their bone,
I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters, I that have vision
and prophecy and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have spoken with God on the top of His holy hill.


And because I am of the people,
I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire:
My heart has been heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the tears of children,


I have yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed or cursed with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it,
Reddened for that they have served,
they who should be free,
Reddened for that they have gone in want,
while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and of their jailors
With their writs of summons and their handcuffs,
Men mean and cruel!

I could have borne stripes on my body rather than this shame of my people.


And now I speak, being full of vision;
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people's name to the masters of my people.
I say to my people that they are holy,
that they are august, despite their chains,
That they are greater than those that hold them,
and stronger and purer,


That they have but need of courage,
and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting,
the dear God that loves the peoples For whom He died naked,
suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware, Beware of the thing that is coming,
beware of the risen people,


Who shall take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people,
Or that Law is stronger than life and than men's desire to be free?
We will try it out with you,
ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have bullied and bribed,
tyrants, hypocrites, liars!
edited by The bad seed on 12/18/2014
12/18/2014 9:59:52 PM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

paul martin
Posts: 9
of course those poems i referenced are not suitable for children and you win the arguement hands down if that
is the perspective your are coming from,but to say poems
like chicken town and beasly street show a lack of culture
just mean you don’t undetstand the anger and poverty
people suffered in nothern england during the thatcher
years,as i said poetry belongs to the people not just to middle class culture vultures who want to wrap it up
in cotton wool and present a utopian world veiw,that is
fine for children as they take first steps in to poetry
but not for critical fuctional adults ,beasly street was added to english school syballus for 16- 18yrs and cooper
clarke is regarded as national treasure ,i presume your
comment dosen’t apply to kavanagh epic poem "the great
hunger" a portrait of rural isolation,teenagers and young
adults ought to readind poems that give a honest and true reflections on life not trapped in moral judgement
that confines their reading and writing to sedate inoffisive
generes,
12/18/2014 7:56:52 PM
Topic:
new to poetry soup...

Philip J. Curtis
Posts: 1
hello i am a performance poet that travels out of town to perform from time to time but not all the time ...the 9-5 is needed to take care of home...just wanted to know if there is a chat forum on this site and would i have to become a premium member to post poems, leave comments, etc
12/18/2014 12:56:53 AM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
"........FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN....." Irish Folk Song, author unk.



".......A beautiful damsel of fame and renown
A gentleman's daughter from Monaghan town
As she drove through the barracks this beautiful maid
Stood up in her coach to see dragoons on parade


Chorus:
Fare ye well, Enniskillen, I must leave you for a while
And all thy fair waters and Erin's green isle
And when the wars are over, I'll return in full bloom
And they'll all welcome home their Enniskillen dragoons


They were all dressed up the like of gentleman's sons
With their bright shining rapiers and carbine guns
Their bayonets fornemst them, oh she saw them full soon
Just because that she loved an Enniskillen dragoon


She looked to the bright sons of Mars on the right
Their armor outshining the stars of the night
"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, you have 'listed full soon
In the royal, loyal Enniskillen dragoons"


"Oh Flora, dearest Flora, your pardon I crave
Both now and forever, you know I am your slave
But your parents they have slighted me, morning, night, and noon
Just because that you loved your Enniskillen dragoon"


"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, heed not what they say
For children their parents must always obey
And when you've left Ireland, they'll soon change their tune
Sayin' 'The good Lord be wi' ye, Enniskillen dragoon'..........."













Enniskillen
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson



down deep, the soldier's way


we fight as always for our pay


but pay isn't that which gives


us pride in who we are








oh, lovely Enniskillen


we've marched for you a while


given you grand folk songs


you can teach your child








we drove into battle wild


some with sabre, some with lance


never giving quarter, never stepping back






always looking for the time


when we would end our lives


wildly charging forces strong
formations of the other side






oh, we fought against Napoleon
his best we breasted bravely


gave his ranks some hell with fire
then died with smiling faces




bugle talked of recall
back to older lines


but then we continued on to prize
and broke his solid files







eagle captured heretofore


not an easy task be done


but when the Irish fight in line


battle's wild and forward run








we drove into battle heartily


some with sabre, some with lance


never giving quarter, never stepping back






always looking for the time


when we would end our lives


wildly charging forces of the other side







lived the soldier's way of life
our hearts be filled with pride


trampled all fears we've seen


and caught the devil's bargain


sometimes with our lives







toughened up our bodies for


to toughen up our minds


fighting where and when we could


loved to see our banners fly







we drove into battle wild


some with sabre, some with lance


never giving quarter, never stepping back






always looking for the time


when we would end our lives


wildly charging forces of the other side







yes, we're from Enniskillen


tradition carried on for brothers gone


believe in our love of home


singing old fighting songs








seeds of tomorrow's young


birth of those adventure bound


filled with lovely fighting nerve


hardened on the battle ground







we drove into battle wild


some with sabre, some with lance


never giving quarter, never stepping back






always looking for the time


when we would end our lives


wildly charging forces of the other side







shown our heritage be strong


by adding to the Celtic lore


of fighting men and the women


who welcome their men back home

*****************************
http://arizona-poet.blogspot.com/2013/02/enniskillen-by-bob-atkinson.html

edited by Bob_Atkinson on 12/18/2014
12/17/2014 11:34:37 PM
Topic:
How do I report stolen work?

Kaiyen Vatra
Posts: 1
I was very upset to discover one of my poems on this site not 10 minutes ago under someone else's name. I had previously submitted this work: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/elemental_inquiry_513099
to a poetry contest on Reddit.com's poetry subreddit. Is it possible to have this taken down? I put a lot of work into what I write, and would rather not have someone take credit for it.




EDIT: Here's a link to the original post on Reddit: http://www.reddit.com/r/Poetry/comments/1n7k45/elemental_inquiry_by_eternalaphelion/
12/17/2014 9:38:09 PM
Topic:
Historical Poetry - Apache Pass

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
HistoricalPoetry

done in APA Style
****


Apache Pass


- by Bob Atkinson


Donehogawa (Ely S. Parker)


Hogawa stood in silence

sickened by the news

Pease had informed him

of the tightening of the noose

Battle of Washita River



eight score of his brethren

mostly ladies and the young

had left this world by sparks and fire

that came from bluecoat guns



Cochise



Cochise was then invited

by Parker's lifelong friend

to the center of the valley

to meet and make amends




President Grant

far from the summer sun

his spirit would recede

no desire did he have to see first hand

the white man's treachery



Bascom Affair


a lesson learned at Apache Pass

when Bascom murdered three

taught him skills and caution

in avoiding misery



Red Sleeves (son)


with her father as an ally

and hatred in his gut

they went on the offensive

kept invaders on the run



Lozen



soldiers from the east

in gray coats or blue

lost their lives trying

to replace the old with new




wasn't 'till the column marched

from the western side

did they find a way to make him pay

for his arrogance and pride



James Henry Carleton



led by the star the thousands came

with blue coats on their backs

giving no warning

of their new plan of attack



Battle of Apache Pass



clear waters did they want

but they were driven back

by rings of arrows flown from above

through wool and leather tack
*******
http://arizona-poet.blogspot.com/
edited by Bob_Atkinson on 12/17/2014
12/17/2014 4:29:39 PM
Topic:
JUST JOINED!!!

Kathleen Quinlan
Posts: 1
I have loved poetry since I was a very young girl. My Mom has saved a lot of them. Although they are not very good, the fact that I like to Rhyme was good and now I get a laugh or two with them. I took Poetry in High School, then realized that rhyming was not a law to poem writing. But still I tend to prefer a rhyming poem. I am 57 years Old and do not write poetry at this time. But I love reading it. It is kind of Ironic that my favorite High School teacher was my Poetry teacher, Mrs. Hill, and ended up being her caregiver towards the latter part of her life. I miss her and always think of her.. I had actually moved in and helped her. I think God sent me to her as I substituted caring for her for a friend of a friend and ended up taking care of her for over a year))
12/17/2014 1:59:17 PM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Paul,
Great points. Being Celtic myself, shamed by my culture that lost control of 80 percent of Europe through social disorganization and backstabbing. Hardly the source for social progress we need.
"...
they stood proud in that hall of fame
their words professing honest gain
no simpleton's remarks had they made
in letters naive, profane

Your referenced "works" were laced with profanity, exhibiting lack of culture, lack of restraint, and removing them from consideration by children if we want to "teach our children well". Your comments have merit, although I fail to find the lack of utilization of a powerful tool for progress relegated to the discussion of the sea lapping the shore a good thing. I'm with the mainstream public. Don't usually read poetry. This is the situation I wish to change by altering the genre's current course of stupidity.
****
edited by Bob_Atkinson on 12/18/2014
edited by Bob_Atkinson on 12/18/2014
12/16/2014 11:00:58 PM
Topic:
Please critique this poem, it made me write it!

Kate Ginsberg
Posts: 14
Thanks this is very valuable insight. How do you research for your poem? Assume if it's historical, you research the subject? What else, I want to learn more. I actually have not written much for many years. Finally unemployed and disabled and I have some time now. Take care and happy Holidays!
12/16/2014 10:40:21 PM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

paul martin
Posts: 9
sorry about grammer and spelling typing. this on phone
edited by The bad seed on 12/16/2014
12/16/2014 10:37:59 PM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

paul martin
Posts: 9
you have to read chicktown by John cooper Clarke ,you will have a fit,he also wrote the best poem written in last thirty years imo Beasly street,no formal eduction no college no fancy art courses just naturally gifted,it seems to me your moaning about the collapse of elitism in poetry and how dare it be open to the masses,poetry espically in ireland was used to poke fun at authority,to spread news and gossip,poetry aiways belong to the people before the elitest elements from mainly the victorian era turned into acadamic pursuit,
poetry must be given free expression and not turned into
technical excerise that removes passion lightness of touch
i be interested to know what you think of paddy kavanagh
and brendan behan as writers,The great hunger probaly
the best irish poem ever written no formal eduction no elitism
edited by The bad seed on 12/16/2014
12/16/2014 6:06:39 PM
Topic:
Please critique this poem, it made me write it!

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Kate, believe us to be in total agreement... advancement of poetry is a good thing.
Have written and published 800 poems (some epic, which Poe wouldn't like), all of which are geared for PK-12 learning, and are online (did I say for free?): http://arizona-poet.blogspot.com/ plus.... come up at or near the top in a web search for ... poetry critic
http://poetry-critic.blogspot.com/
Have presented my site to the state education department as a common core textbook for the discipline of English, (would be the first APA Style online site poetry to do so). All my sites are "G" Rated, no profanity, positive in outlook and many, many poems are researched.
Keep writing, in the Poe style you're pretty good.
Regards Kate... Bob Atkinson
12/16/2014 3:55:20 PM
Topic:
Please critique this poem, it made me write it!

Kate Ginsberg
Posts: 14
That certainty clarifies things. I respect your view. I believe in freedom of expression. Love history and science and I suck at math. I guess it depends on your purpose in writing. Some poetry is just self-expression (ok indulgence too) and other poetry can be instructive and enlightening, especially if accessible to many others. I also write rhyming children's poetry, which I'm sure you'd hate. But it's not for grim adults, it's for engaging kids and instilling in them a love of language. And not everyone can read Homer. What about people for whom English is a second language or those who haven't been fortunate enough to afford a formal education? I do enjoy this discussion though. We need poets like you too! And we aren't moving forward in the evolutionary cycle until all people are treated equally regardless of skin color, etc. The revolutionary cycle. Sorry feeling very political these days. Maybe I'll try writing about that! Nervous about "form" after all those years of medical transcription, ugh that can ruin a writer's English undoubtedly! Funny my job was so exacting. Maybe my writing rebels against that!
edited by Emkatster on 12/16/2014
12/16/2014 1:02:38 PM
Topic:
Oblivious

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Justin, an amazing poem, full of purpose. Love it, a classic, (but, as always, rewrite to dump the many "is")
Regards, Bob
12/16/2014 12:58:15 PM
Topic:
Please critique this poem, it made me write it!

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Kate, Edgar Allan Poe agreed with you. I, on the other hand, agree with Homer.
One believed poetry to be an Art, the other a discipline equal to art, science, medicine,
engineering, history, psychology, sociology, and others, thereby combining elements of all disciplines into one useful endeavor moving humanity forward in the evolutionary cycle.
12/16/2014 12:27:05 PM
Topic:
Oblivious

Justin Trombetti
Posts: 1
Hey all, first post here. Tear it apart, this is my first go at a serious piece in a long time and I'm definitely looking to get myself going again. Written for a person who has no idea what their inspiration means.


You are so oblivious, so painfully unaware.
Your insight and your intellect...they mean nothing here.
But I promise, my dear,
that before the sun retreats behind the mountains
on our final day together,
I will teach you to read poetry.

Poetry is born from a delicate dance,
when sensory experience and raw emotion
step perfectly in time with a beat that
resonates from the tip of a pen;
It lives forever in the echoes of voices
reading aloud its words,
intertwining with the ardor they created;

It is a conflagration;
its kindling is the gentle kisses of tides on the shore,
the peaks that puncture the ceiling of clouds above,
the lingering scent of romance on empty sheets,
or the thrill of lips reuniting after a night apart,
waiting only for a spark of inspiration to ignite them.

But you haven't the slightest clue
that you are that spark,
fervent enough to set ablaze this city,
and engulf the world in smoke.
When you finally realize that the words I've written
exist only because your lungs breathed life into my landscapes,
and your heart whispered light from the east
that bled ink onto the shadows of pages in the west,

Only then will you fully understand poetry;
Only then will you know what it means to be loved by a writer.
edited by jtrom1010 on 12/16/2014
12/16/2014 9:52:46 AM
Topic:
The Battle of Borodino - by Bob Atkinson

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Le Squelette Laboureur by Charles Baudelaire, translated by Bob Atkinson




Le Squelette Laboureur




Dans les planches d'anatomie

Qui trainent sur ces quais poudreux

Ou maint livre cadavereux

Dort comme une antique momie,




Dessins auxquels la gravite

Et le savoir d'un vieil artiste,

Bien que le sujet en soit triste,

Ont communique la Beaute,




On voit, ce qui rend plus completes

Ces mysterieuses horreurs,

Bechant comme des laboureurs,

Des Ecorches et des Squelettes.




De ce terrain que vous fouillez,

Manants resignes et funebres,

De tout l'effort de vos vertebres,

Ou de vos muscles depouilles,




Dites, quelle moisson etrange,

Forcats arraches au charnier,

Tirez-vous, et de quel fermier

Avez-vous a remplir la grange?




Voulez-vous (d'un destin trop dur

Epouvantable et clair embleme!)

Montrer que dans la fosse meme

Le sommeil promis n'est pas sur;




Qu'envers nous le Neant est traitre;

Que tout, meme la Mort, nous ment,

Et que semipiternellement,

Helas! il nous faudra peut-etre




Dans quelque pays inconnu

Ecorcher la terre reveche

Et pousser une lourde beche

Sous notre pied sanglant et nu?










Mass Grave Treasure
- by Charles Baudelaire - translated by Bob Atkinson


an emblem of a soldier's unit

recovered from a skeleton

dug from the pit on this farmland

former battlefield of terror


died in horror of the times

that battle which decided

the fate of nations previously

destined for wider greatness


the field, now a farm again

crops, no good monies reap

as from disgusting efforts

salvage of possessions

taken from the dead elite


is the farmer in the right

or, to the dead is he a traitor

taking trinkets from those fallen

by musket, or cannon's quaking?


farmer fill your barn with loot

pull that last gold tooth

a strange way to grow a crop

ghoulish, out of humanity's loop


pull from that bone finger

a ring of yellow stone

you recognize the setting

as one you used to own




gave it to your son that day

he left for duty proud

told you he'd be back someday

of that you had no doubt




here you look upon the ground

your hands bloody to the bone

digging into flesh and earth

upon that battle's ground




see the bones of your son

who never had done wrong

in his eighteen years of life

before to war had gone




should the smitten lie in state

or should they be forgotten

taking with them all possessions

that earned, or gotten rotten?




should it never go that far

to kill for power's wrong

makes the arguments devoid

of rational sense and smarts




sends them to the devil's jar

that place of bitter strife

feeds malignant burdens of those

who died for what's not right
12/16/2014 9:25:40 AM
Topic:
Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
Poe vs Reality
or
Revitalization of Poetry
in the 21st Century
- by Bob Atkinson

Poe's Poetic Principle


Poe's vision of poetry
demeaned a genre' shameful
arguing poetry functions merely
as a form of art time wasteful


well, here in my comfy chair
beg to differ with that man
couldn't be so far from truth
if he said he'd had three hands


one to write with laziness
one to scratch his head
one to turn large pages
of my poems about the man


poetry's not so simple
where in one breath you can compound
all past and future sentences
with something said profound


we must explore our history
what we thought of these events
we must describe our feelings
not only dates and times presented


we have so deep in our hearts
potential to explore
producing great good nations
where sea laps up to shore


have to, in these times of trouble
understand where trouble originates
does it come from circumstance
or does hurtful agitate


how can man hurt ones he loves
how can he not love mankind
how can he give his soul to devil
total uselessness of mind


how can we not learn from past events
how can we document our fears
how can we open up to treasures
produced throughout many years


tell you firmly I believe
we can start here in our time
to fully document our souls
with rhythm and with rhyme


http://arizona-poet.blogspot.com/
12/16/2014 8:45:01 AM
Topic:
18 Stoic Faces - by Bob Atkinson

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 51
graphitedrug wrote:
teachers begin classes telling students to take notes because human minds only remember so much. Try cutting back a bit.


OK, here Graphite is where Poe and I differ widely. Poe said you shouldn't write epic poetry because of the short attention span people have. What would you think of a radio station that only plays a particular song once, and NEVER plays a song played on another radio station? Well, our poetry establishment always requires that the poem has never been published elsewhere. Stupid, isn't it? To be fully enjoyed, poems must be read over and over, and for this to happen, they have to be good, not grating. I don't write poems, I explore ways for poetry to have purpose. Keep your eyes on this column, going soon to rebut Poe's diatribe on poetry point by point. Regards, Bob Atkinson
12/16/2014 4:15:23 AM
Topic:
Please critique this poem, it made me write it!

Kate Ginsberg
Posts: 14
Thanks I'm glad someone likes it. It's about the kind of weed that inhibits your thoughts. Nothing complicated. What are abstractions of thoughts? I think you guys are too complicated for me. It's been almost 25 years since I discussed meter, form, etc. I just write what I feel. But I'm coming out of my fog. Have some reading to do. And Mr. A, poetry is art, not carpentry! Go ahead and critique this one (not mine). Know who wrote it?

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me

Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.

Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.




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