Jamesbjohnson Is In The Building...

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID.

I published some poems in 1970 and abandoned poetry until today when I came across a poem by someone. The poem impressed me. I only read e.e.cummings. Then I sampled some LIT poems and moved on. But I may return, because poetry was my first love, and it hasn't fared well.

This is the poem I found.

The Brain - is wider than the Sky-
For - put them side by side-
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You- beside-

The Brain is deeper than the sea-
For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
The one the other will absorb -
As Sponges - Buckets - do -

The Brain is just the weight of God -
For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
And they will differ - if they do -
As Syllable from Sound- Emily Dickinson

This is a good poem.

 

[butters]

enter the spring challenge

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

enter the spring challenge

I have nothing to say. Poems, I think, express unspoken and unspeakable sensory experience.

 

[DesEsseintes]

enter the spring challenge

Isn't it too late? I thought I'd missed it.

 

[butters]

I have nothing to say. Poems, I think, express unspoken and unspeakable sensory experience.

so we should be in awe of your talent just because you said so... hmmn.

seriously, though, if this forum can rekindle your passion for writing then that's probably a good thing.

 

[butters]

Isn't it too late? I thought I'd missed it.

no, the cut-off is 27th April, whenever H wakes up. leaves you only 3 days really to get it sorted, des, so get to it! 34 entries so far.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

so we should be in awe of your talent just because you said so... hmmn.

seriously, though, if this forum can rekindle your passion for writing then that's probably a good thing.

Dear, you have my permission to be a bitch if you want to. But I keep half my awe tied behind my back, and you wouldn't recognize it if it flung its rain coat wide open.

Ms. Dickinson is the source of my inspiration. LIT reminds me of White Chapel circa 1890, and anywhere British today.

 

[DesEsseintes]

no, the cut-off is 27th April, whenever H wakes up. leaves you only 3 days really to get it sorted, des, so get to it! 34 entries so far.

If I ever get an uninterrupted night's sleep I might give it a go.

 

[butters]

Dear, you have my permission to be a bitch if you want to. But I keep half my awe tied behind my back, and you wouldn't recognize it if it flung its rain coat wide open.

Ms. Dickinson is the source of my inspiration. LIT reminds me of White Chapel circa 1890, and anywhere British today.

i neither need nor desire your permission. despite my personal opinion of you, i approach each poem on its own merits and am not swayed by who authored it. so, should you post a piece, my comments will be sincere, informed to the limits of my experience, and completely unbiased. of course, i don't expect you to appreciate that or my abilities in this field. so be it.

 

[butters]

If I ever get an uninterrupted night's sleep I might give it a go.

ha, you've 3days, not 15 years
channel the exhaustion

 

[DesEsseintes]

ha, you've 3days, not 15 years
channel the exhaustion

Poetry is emotion...check!
...recollected in tranquillity...ummmm...

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

i neither need nor desire your permission. despite my personal opinion of you, i approach each poem on its own merits and am not swayed by who authored it. so, should you post a piece, my comments will be sincere, informed to the limits of my experience, and completely unbiased. of course, i don't expect you to appreciate that or my abilities in this field. so be it.

I'll be thunderstruck if any of it happens.

 

[lovecraft68]

One of my lame attempts from a few years back.


Separate from the world, the darkness seems to come from within.

Disempowered by regret over what might have been.

The world sees only my shell, which I have hidden in.

Ridiculed and despaired, my resentments rumble at Him.

How could I be forgotten? How come I never win?

I beg and plead for mercy, but all that I see is my sin.

Alone and tired, I muddle through life, waiting for its bitter end.

Weak and tormented: how could I possibly let others in?

Suffering in silence, desperate for change; but my lifeis a mess

Where would I begin?

“You’re too weak. You’ll never make it.”

A voice cries out from within.

What if I fail? What if I fall again?

I see the light, but I am so afraid to let it in.

The silence is deafening. The Truth begins to ring.

The pain gets worse; the stillness stings.

So finally I take a step toward Him.

I realize His light was always there

for it was simply the fear of my shadow that kept me from looking within.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

One of my lame attempts from a few years back.


Separate from the world, the darkness seems to come from within.

Disempowered by regret over what might have been.

The world sees only my shell, which I have hidden in.

Ridiculed and despaired, my resentments rumble at Him.

How could I be forgotten? How come I never win?

I beg and plead for mercy, but all that I see is my sin.

Alone and tired, I muddle through life, waiting for its bitter end.

Weak and tormented: how could I possibly let others in?

Suffering in silence, desperate for change; but my lifeis a mess

Where would I begin?

“You’re too weak. You’ll never make it.”

A voice cries out from within.

What if I fail? What if I fall again?

I see the light, but I am so afraid to let it in.

The silence is deafening. The Truth begins to ring.

The pain gets worse; the stillness stings.

So finally I take a step toward Him.

I realize His light was always there

for it was simply the fear of my shadow that kept me from looking within.

I don't think it's lame at all and at least you make the effort to express yourself poetically, unlike some that are all mouth and no trousers and so command no respect at all!

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2AATXvbCn4

We've lost any competence for making congruence with our words, music, and sentiments. Its all noise these days.

 

[Magnetron]

We've lost any competence for making congruence with our words, music, and sentiments. Its all noise these days.

Speaking of noisemakers who have nothing to say.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Speaking of noisemakers who have nothing to say.

You have my consent to be an asshole.

 

[Magnetron]

You have my consent to be an asshole.

Let us know when they come up with a cure for your spastic colon.

Or in the very least, disengage it from your mouth.

Smell from your verbal diarrhea lingers.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Let us know when they come up with a cure for your spastic colon.

Or in the very least, disengage it from your mouth.

Smell from your verbal diarrhea lingers.

Pull your nose outta my ass.

 

[Bonafide_Blonde]

Wow -- from some very lovely Emily Dickinson poetry to asshole . . . spastic colon . . . diarrhea in about 10 steps.

Must be some old, bad blood between some folks here.

I love reading poetry, but cannot write it to save my life.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Wow -- from some very lovely Emily Dickinson poetry to asshole . . . spastic colon . . . diarrhea in about 10 steps.

Must be some old, bad blood between some folks here.

I love reading poetry, but cannot write it to save my life.

Poetry is easy to write well if you resist cutting corners,increase your vocabulary, and learn how to play the sounds of words and your voice as instruments.

WE COME TO LIT AT TEN TWENTY-FIVE
AND WONDER IF WE'LL GET LUCKY AND LEAVE IT ALIVE
I DONT LIKE POETRY AND NEVER WILL
THE POETS AT LIT ARE ALL A BIG PILL
BUTTERS AN ASSHOLE, FAGETRONS THE SAME
THEY MAKE THE WHOLE BOARD STUPID AND LAME.....is not poetry.

Here is poetry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY_hxghmDho
that reveals huge truth with simple words and comforting sounds

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

tWO MORE EXAMPLES, PSALMS MADE INTO HYMNS BY JAN ZWART

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3crnTGyNA0&index=10&list=PL0CD6D3C40AD4501E

poems have that quality

 

[Magnetron]

Wow -- from some very lovely Emily Dickinson poetry to asshole . . . spastic colon . . . diarrhea in about 10 steps.

Must be some old, bad blood between some folks here.

I love reading poetry, but cannot write it to save my life.

Here there be poets and poetry lovers.

And apparently because too many people have him on Ignore, one starved attention whoor who can't go a day without saying nigger or fag.

 

[butters]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2AATXvbCn4

We've lost any competence for making congruence with our words, music, and sentiments. Its all noise these days.

i disagree

 

[Magnetron]

i disagree

I wholeheartedly disagree to agree with you.