The Sorrow of Love

W.B. Yeats

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Jim Morrison poem, Untitled

A wake
Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.

A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
Monument above the newstand
where the children hide
when school ends

Delusion Angel

One of my absolute favourite movies, Before Sunrise, introduced me to one of my favourite poems, 'Delusion Angel'.
The poem 'Delusion Angel' by the poet David Jewell was actually written for Before Sunrise. In one of the film's scenes, the two main character, Jesse and Celine, come across a bum while wandering the streets of Vienna. Instead of typical begging, he asks them to give him a word and he will write a poem containing that word. And if they like the poem, they can buy it from him. Celine gives him the word 'milkshake' and this is the poem he "writes":

Daydream delusion,
Limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wine glass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel,
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
You have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life, like branches in the river
Flowing downstream,
Caught in the current
I'll carry you, you'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?




{I thought I'd post the video with the shortened version of this scene, but if you want to watch the scene in its entirety, you can here.}

I've always loved that part. Whether or not the poet wrote that poem right then, it's still such a beautiful idea. I mean, if you have to beg you might as well put your creative juices to work!

{P.S. - I wrote a story for one the writing prompts! You can read it if you click the link on the right side of the page entitled "Prompt Responses."}

le soleil embrassait les nuages ​​avec tristesse et lui souffle sa journée

Happy Summer!

I'm now on summer break and have been struck with sudden inspiration! I believe we can do more with this blog! I have changed the background to a more appropriate writing theme... The prompts and responses seem to be...  well, I haven't been writing on them. If anyone has, please post what you've come up with.

If anyone has any ideas or suggestions on some new things we could do here, please comment!

I hope you all are well and may we all be blessed with inspiration and freed from the curses of writer's block!
xxx
Ever

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did


Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain


children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more


when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her


someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream


stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)


one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was


all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.


Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain