Category Archives: Poetry

I Hit Send or Modern Meltdown by Stephen Boyle

Check out Steven Boyle’s video from the Penn State student poetry slam.  His nearly 4 minute video about coming out at the age of 20 is touching and hilarious; part poetry and part Mad Lib.

Definitely watch this video but be careful since the language makes it inappropriate for work.

 

The Dark Room Collective born in Boston

Poetry

Source: Poets House
Photo by: Rachel Eliza Griffiths

Earlier this week The New York Times had an interesting article for those of you interested in poetry and or African-American culture.  The Time’s article, The Dark Room Collective: Where Black Poetry Took Wing, was really interesting.

Founded in 1987, this group that formed here in Boston after attending the funeral of James Baldwin in NYC brought together black writers and artists to work, bond and unintentionally nurtured a cultural movement all from a 3-story Victorian house at 31 Inman Street in Cambridge, MA – at least that is how The New York Times tell it.  The article says that the collective proved to be a boom in African-American poetry “arguably as aesthetically significant in the writing world as the work of the Beat Generation, The New York School, the Fugitives, The Black Arts Movement and even the Harlem Renaissance.”

Do you love poetry? Are you interested in African-American culture? You may want to check out this article from the NYT.

 

 

A limerick in honor of St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.  I’ve republished a slightly naughty limerick that I wrote a few years ago in honor of the holiday.

Lim’ricks are the naughtiest prose
Dirty rhymes we love to compose 
Men from Nantucket
Shouting, “Go $uck it!”
Are fun to write I suppose

If you have a limerick you’d like to share, I’d enjoy reading it.  Feel free to e-mail me or leave it in the comments section.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Poetry is not a form of prose often recited and it often goes over my head, but when I connect with a poem or on the rare occasion I write a poem it resonates in a way that is hard to describe. Here is a poem written by one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost.

Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was first published in 1923.

Savannah Brown: What guys look for in girls

I love poetry. I think when you can connect to this form of creative prose the content of the expression becomes powerful.  Savannah Brown’s poetry slam What guys look for in girls is one of those poems.

Casual encounters

While I was doing some post holiday house cleaning I stumbled upon a poem I wrote years ago. I actually forgot I wrote this until after I read it.  I’ll never be a poet, but I do love poetry and dabble in it from time to time.  When I write, it tends to be fairly obvious and less articulate, but that can also make it more relatable I suppose.  I’m fairly certain this haiku I wrote summarizes situations that everyone has experienced before.

Casual encounters

a random meeting
the handsome smile is trouble
temptation abounds

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Boston Public Garden

Source: Decodollop blog

One of my favorite poems ever written is by Robert Frost.  Each autumn I post his poem, Nothing gold can stay.  It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.