Tag Archives: Poetry

Message Sent, or I’m Nervous by Steven Boyle

Message Sent or I'm Nervous, I hit send or modern meltdown, poem, poetryPoetry is my favorite form of prose and when done right, it speaks to me on an emotional level that I’ve yet to experience in any other form. Music is a close second to poetry and they share a lot of similarities in that much of it I do not care for or understand, but when I find a song or poem I like – it resonates.

Last year I posted Steven Boyle’s poem, I Hit Send or Modern Meltdown. Not knowing what to expect, his poem took me completely by surprise.  Boyle’s reading below is a sequel of sorts to this poem. The reading of, Message Sent, or I’m Nervous, was recorded about one year ago at his high school, which has significance, considering the content and message shared.  If you’ve not heard his poem, I Hit Send or Modern Meltdown, listen to that first.

Nothing gold can stay

body paint, bodypaint, handsome, musclesEach October I post this poem on my blog. It is by the famous 20th century New England poet, Robert Frost, and is entitled, 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, but this year I decided to play on the the message of the poem with my image selection.

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.

In the summer

Poem, LoveIn the Summer was written by a Syrian named Nizar Qabbani. He was a poet and a diplomat who lived from 1923 – 1998.  I love this poem. It has a slightly melancholic message that makes it all the more romantic, which is pretty impressive considering the entire poem is less than 40 words.

I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white

I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white…

Watch this poetry slam-winning performance from Ronak Patani, joint winner of the 2013 Roundhouse Poetry Slam.  In light of the xenophobic language vilely pedaled by Republican Presidential candidates, this poem recited by Ronak Patani is both timely and touching.  Take a moment to listen to his silver tongued prose.

Zac Efron’s little brother tells it like it is in a poem about big brother

Dylan and Zac EfronWhile trolling perusing the Internet I stumbled across a post on boy culture which led me to OMG blog about a poem Zac Efron’s younger brother, Dylan, wrote when he was a kid. I think anyone who has a close relationship with their brother could probably relate to this cute poem Dylan wrote.

Click on the image below to enlarge if you are having difficulty reading it. Dylan Efron, poem, poetry

Winter poetry

poetry, family, NH, LakeYesterday Boston set a record for the most total snowfall in a 7-day period. While it was mesmerizing to watch, snowfall isn’t really meant for city life.  It makes getting around a hassle and it loses its beauty quickly.  However, it did make me think about one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost, poetry

Boston Esplanade, October 2014

One of my favorite poems 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.