Blog- To not give up. To create new, A series of poems
Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 1.
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
O' deepest sorrows why were you thus cast
Allowing joy to fade away so fast
Had we not with truest hearts in love fled
Together, spirit and soul therein wed
Watching beauty of night's heavenly skies
World's evils we gave no thought or replies
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
How I now so grieve that ill-fated day
In my epic misery bow to pray
For sweet mercy and yet another shot
To live forever in our moonlit spot
Swearing to always refuse any goodbye
Such dark reality firmly deny
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )
Note-
"Such sorrows of youth and the innocence that was our shield."
"Talibus aerumnas iuvenum et innocens clypei"
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Blog- To not give up. To create new,
A series of poems. number 2
Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 2
Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.
I wake from dreams and eager dawn I beg
Give me back love and my young dancing legs
For in this tired ole spirit hope still shines
I see Nature's beauty smell scented pines
Walk the ancient trails and rest a bit
Thank God my bloodline gives me heart and grit
Oft I wonder who now walks these old shoes
As lonely builds its walls and sings its blues.
Sun sets a glowing red, life welcomes soft night
Such a soulful peace allows no dark fright
In youth I found that time was not a friend
For took away joy as happy days end
And some nights radiant moon its rays hid
Reminding, fairy tales are just for kids
In those somber thoughts, her dear face appears
And then in waiting heart love romance sears.
Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )
Note-
"I that hold hope as a long lost friend. Await its gifts"…
"I. Qui spem tam diu perditam teneo amici. Exspecta eius dona."
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https://theconversation.com/poetry-has-a-power-to-inspire-change-like-no-other-art-form-99722
Poetry has a power to inspire change like no other art form
October 2, 2018 6.26am EDT
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Kate North
Senior Lecturer in English and Creative Writing, Cardiff Metropolitan University
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Culturally, poetry is used in varied ways. Haikus, for example, juxtapose images of the everyday, while lyric poetry expresses the personal and emotional. Similarly, poets themselves come in a range of guises. Think of the Romantic poet engaging with the sublime, the penniless artist in their garret, the high-brow don, the bard, the soldier on the frontline, the spoken word performer, the National Poet, the Poet Laureate or the Makar.
As an educator I sometimes encounter a fear of poetry in new students who have previously been put off by former teachers. Such teachers are, perhaps, intimidated by verse themselves, presenting it as a kind of algebra with an answer to be uncovered through some obscure metric code. This fear disperses, however, when students are given the confidence to interpret and engage with poetry on their own terms.
In creative writing classes we often talk about students needing to “find their own voice” and the best poems I read are written in the writers’ own particular voice, rather than in some inhabited “poetic” register. This is because poetry, for the writer and the reader, is about relevance.
Poetry is as relevant now as ever, whether you are a regular reader of it or not. Though chances are, at some point in your life, you will reach out to poetry. People look to poems, most often, at times of change. These can be happy or sad times, like birthdays, funerals or weddings. Poetry can provide clear expression of emotion at moments that are overwhelming and burdensome.
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Markers of change
Poetry is also used to mark periods of change which are often celebrated through public events. In these instances the reading and writing of poetry can be transformative. At Remembrance Sunday, for example, verse is used to reflect upon and process the harsh realities of loss, as well as commemorate the military service of those who have passed.
In the wake of the shocking Manchester Arena bombing, Tony Walsh’s This is the Place gave the city a voice that was unifying, defiant and inspiring. It was important that Walsh is a Mancunian himself, just as David Jones fought in the trenches and at Mametz Wood which gives his In Parenthesis the weight of experience, while Holly McNish’s written experience in her book Nobody Told Me rings with the truth of a mother.
The communication of personal experiences like these in poetry, using direct and immediate terms, came to the fore with the early confessional poetry movement through poets like Robert Lowell, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. Their use of the personal and private as the basis for their poems was once considered shocking but is now an embedded part of the contemporary poetry world.
That is not to say that poetry can only communicate direct experiences, however. Some poems are spaces in which broad questions are grappled with and answers sought. For example, in Shakespeare’s The Tempest we are told death is a transformation rather than an end:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange
These comforting words can also be found on the grave of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Rome.
Looking forward
Poetry is also used to explore the potential for change in the future, carrying with it the fears or hopes of the poet. Take Interim by Lola Ridge for example, a poem which holds particular relevance at this time. Ridge was a prominent activist and an advocate of the working classes. In Interim, change is yet to happen. We encounter the moment before change, the build up to change, the pause to take stock, consider and prepare for what is next. In it she anticipates a future movement or event. At a time of political uncertainty, as Brexit is being wrangled with, when opinions on all sides appear fragmented rather than unified, I find Ridge’s words a particular comfort. She describes the world as:
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
This idea of the resting world is powerful. The world is waiting for its inhabitants to come to order perhaps, or to evolve even, before moving on to who knows where. But that is just me and my interpretation. Another reader will disagree and that is one of the most satisfying things about reading poetry. Your interpretation is yours alone and it can change the way you think or feel about something. It can help in times of challenge and it can bolster in periods of unease.
Today, poetry has never been more immediately accessible. With websites like The Poetry Archive and The Poetry Foundation one can summon a poem in the palm of one’s hand. Whether you are a regular reader of poetry or a person who encounters it only at moments of change, there is no denying the ongoing relevance and power of it.
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https://www.writerswrite.co.za/15-reasons-to-write-poetry/
15 Good Reasons To Write Poetry
In this post, we give you 15 good reasons to write poetry.
Why should you write poems?
Because they’re awesome, but also because poetry is even more condensed that the short story. I find writing poems challenging and they make me approach writing differently.
15 Good Reasons To Write Poetry
They also:
Allow you to brainstorm. Because the medium differs from stories, poems allow you to express things differently. Use them to brainstorm ideas.
Make your words work. Even more than the short story, poems have limited words and we need make our words work hard.
Make you think differently about words. Poems make us re-evaluate words and think of new ways to manipulate language.
Make you evaluate each word, because of the condensed nature of a poem we have to spend even more time evaluating our word choice.
Allow you to say exactly what it is you want to say. Poems act as a filter and help us get to the guts of the matter.
Have rules, but they also have no rules. You get to break all the rules when you write poems but do it only because it serves the poem. Manipulate grammar, change the sentence structure.
Allow you to experiment and experiment some more. Have fun.
Have many places to submit. The only thing there is more of on the internet than short story competitions and submissions are poetry sites. Dig in.
Are even quicker to write. A poem can take a few minutes and just spill out or it can take years.
Give you a break from fiction, because it is such a different medium.
Give you deadlines, deadlines, and more deadlines. Find them online, sign up here, but get going.
Make you more aware of how words and sentences sound, which will improve your fiction.
Give you an opportunity to learn by reading and commenting on other poems.
Help you learn from the comments and feedback from other poets.
Help you express emotion and feelings. Poems are supposed to make you feel something even if you don’t understand them. They help you get feelings out.
It is true that many of these are applicable of all writing, but I hope that I have convinced you that poems are valuable. These 15 good reasons to write poetry should inspire you. It would be awesome if you would like to join us for this new adventure.