Amaryn's poems 2012

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amaryn, you have special way of using only the necessary words, yet convey such meaning! This appears to come naturally to you--or do you strive for it?? The impression is that it is natural! You seem to have captured (as Doug would call it) the good, the bad, the ugly, and the truthful about ATL! And done it very well! (Now I've made a line of poetry!)


awareness

AFTER reading your reply to D.D., I fully see your meaning. Did you know it has another meaning as well? That is how I perceived it at first: The bemoanings of growing old! That applies too. E.g., "in the summerwind feeling cold," "losing too often your way," and EVEN "obese while being too thin." How? Well, as I have observed about OTHERS (certainly **ahem** I do not speak of myself!! ), older people staying or getting "thin," yet somehow the same "proportions" of youth are no longer there!! (Just my observation!). Anyway, I love that it perfectly applies in the way you meant, but also in the way I perceived it--about OTHER PEOPLE growing older, that is!! **hahaha!**

Yes, yes, we love to deny we're getting older and that's a healthy way of looking younger, Frankie!
I can assure you: in my profession - being a musician - it's really weird as people never get it you "do this at this or that age"
It really cheers me up!

Originally Posted by amaryn

to be afraid


to be afraid of howling dogs in desert sands,
to be afraid of hearts which no one mends,
of a chaotic world nobody seems to understand

to be afraid of jealous voices underlined
to be afraid of feelings rudely undermined
of roads that show just one small sign: it's a dead-end

to be afraid of warm embraces of a friend
to be afraid of books with an unknown content
and of the destiny of things you once have lend

oh, to be afraid, so fashionable it seems,
entering your dreams
horror, suffering, screams
oh , to be afraid, how to the world outside
you explain that white
can turn out black at night

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

amaryn, amaryn. You * are * a * very * good * poet * ! Your style is unique, engaging, interesting, and you write in very good form.

About "to be afraid" (you also use lower case, like e e cummings!), I have a challenge for you on that one. I like it SO much. However, also, because I like it so much, I have some constructive criticism that I will be anxious to hear your responses to. It's one of those things where I could be "right on the money," OR where you have a "message" that's being delivered that I have not yet seen. VERY INTERESTING! I can hardly wait . . . but I am ill today . . .

amaryn: I don't recall what I had in mind the day that I said I have "constructive criticism" (when I was ill). I can only share my questions of today. I love "to be afraid," however! It's a beautifullly constructed poem (as noted, written in very good form). And I like it very, very much. My question today is this: Does the poem warn against "to be afraid"?--since to be so is "fashionable"? . . . OR . . . Are you recognizing that self and others may have indeed been in the position often "to be afraid" in the past, but that to remain so is not in the longrun healthy or desireable? . . . OR . . . is it meaning that "to be afraid" is a natural thing in this unnatural world?

Our Doug Denslowe does not like artists' works to be "explained;" he prefers for each person to "experience" each person's work individually and keep the mystique. However, I desire to understand your intended meaning; I feel I can still "take away" the meaning I personally need from the poem, without your meaning influencing me. On the other hand, hearing your intended meaning may UNLOCK a seeming contradiction within the poem for me. That is why I ask. In particular, the last full stanza throws into question how I perceived all that came before it. This, too, is a part of the "amaryn mystique." But if you choose to share, I'd be so glad to hear; in particular how the last stanza reflects on what came before. If you do not wish to share, no problem.

Constructive criticism? I don't really have any for it's beautifully composed! The only thing I might ask is what meaning you ascribe to the word "lend," that is, "to be afraid ... of the destiny of things you once have lend." Do you refer to "lent," as something which you have given or loaned or shared with someone in the past? . . . OR . . . is there another meaning I've missed? Anything to shed light on this line will be helpful to me also.

Amethyste contends that it is good to ask questions of artists, in order to learn . . . Which school of thought do you ascribe to?

Anyway, to summarize, I love this poem, its rhyme, rhythm, structure, and even meaning (as far as I understand it).

FRANKIE!

As regards "to be afraid" I do indeed refer to people who have been afraid of many things in the past and still struggle, but hopefully manage to get rid of it.
What you cannot know: I have been afraid of water (no swimming for me as a child!), dogs, cats, darkness (hahaha: finnish winter,lol) etc.
I got rid of all fobia apart from dogs. But I know many who have been afraid of all kind of things- or still are - and yet realize it makes no sense.
So, real life" and "observation" is involved - as always.

The last stanza this much I can admit- and ask if you didnot follow me:
Though I say "how fashionable it seems" I am not of the same opinion: it's not fashionable indeed! But to have the courage to admit" to the world outside" you are afraid is for many a big step to take : what seems white turns out black...
No wonder many suffer of nightmares


As regards "lend" I meant that "secrets"you have shared with a trustworthy friend: if friendship breaks up/down, are you afraid these secrets are not anymore safe?

Thanks, Frankie for your careful reading, your thoughtsharing and for your word "amaryn mystique"

Thanks for everything. As the Forum went nuts and people were concerned- thanks for all your mail,folks - I posted this YT which also got lost:





as we were waiting for the miracle too: it happened: we were re-established!

does any one know
what is hurting us so
circus is coming to town
does any one feel
what is false
what is real
circus is coming to town
Venezian masks are hiding a face
just walking over you
leaving no space
whatever you do
speeding fast, slowing down
circus is coming to town
does anyone live
right on top or below
circus is coming to town
one has bought tickets
whilst others don't go
circus is coming to town
the future is dim
and blizzards in front
make it hard to see
the light from beyond
but whether you feel like a king
or a clown-
circus is coming to town


written on 29.11.2012

Glad you recovered your poems,now write them down,you big clown!Circus is coming to town!!(Have you ever heard the novelty song titled,"They're Coming To Take Me Away"!Ha ha,he he,ho ho,to the funny farm............... if you haven't,DO seek it out!This reminded me of it.(Just; circus is coming to town)part.

Lol Doug: Wasn't it Napoleon singing that tune? A happy march of the sixties I think..or was it the seventies?
Yes, I promise to be "gooder" next time and copy them all, not just a few. I call that selfesteem, if you like
Thanks for caring, pal!

I saw the eyes of a child filled with rain,
while birds flew across dropping anger and pain
roaring with laughter the waves of the sea
followed by silence, there were just you and me

I heard the news, can't remember though when,
must have been long before daylight began
soundwalls crumbling under their weight
and voices whispering "too late man, too late"



OBSERVATION DURING LATE HOURS

an autumn tale

trees looking tired going to rest
a purple sunset fades away in the west
knocking on doors death is doing its best
reminding us nothing can last

and yet, baby, life seems eternity
so deeply in love as you seem to be
enjoy while you can, who knows you're right
face the danger that lures in the night

snowflakes are dancing a waltz in the sky
never in trouble nor asking why
always expecting time will just fly
not wanting any forecast

so, baby, dream of eternity,
in love you are and that looks good to me
enjoy every minute , you could be so right
who cares about dangers at night?

Originally Posted by amaryn

Lol Doug: Wasn't it Napoleon singing that tune? A happy march of the sixties I think..or was it the seventies?
Yes, I promise to be "gooder" next time and copy them all, not just a few. I call that selfesteem, if you like
Thanks for caring, pal!

That's the one! You do know American music! It was a great novelty song that played the same song BACKWARDS on the flip side! (or "B" side)

Originally Posted by amaryn

I saw the eyes of a child filled with rain,
while birds flew across dropping anger and pain
roaring with laughter the waves of the sea
followed by silence, there were just you and me

I heard the news, can't remember though when,
must have been long before daylight began
soundwalls crumbling under their weight
and voices whispering "too late man, too late"



OBSERVATION DURING LATE HOURS

So much said in two short stanzas, this is one of your best. Absolutely perfect!

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

That's the one! You do know American music! It was a great novelty song that played the same song BACKWARDS on the flip side! (or "B" side)

I know a few, but so much more I ought to know after all: music is my addiction

I'm still waiting to hear you opinion of "Truth" by the Jeff Beck Group. Listening to it on YouTube doesn't count! I listened to Moby Grape on YouTube and the fidelity sucked. Sucked Big Time!

You tube sound quality always sucks mighty,lol But I have a row of neighbours ringing my doorbell if my boxes surpass a certain amount of decibels

In that sense: City life sucks too

Opinion on "Truth" coming up as soon as I have a chance though

amaryn, I will have specific comments for you soon. What can I say? You are a wonderful (as in underlined, bold, and red) poet. Truly, you are. I love each poem you write better than the one before, it seems . . . for varying reasons. Yours is definitely an artist's collection. I hope someday you will be in print by old-fashioned books. If so, I wish to be informed so I can buy my own copies.

Oh Frankie, what can I say`I am so very obliged and honoured by you saying so I wish it will happen one of these days......

when the last leaf in autumn has left from the trees
and nature embraces the cold
when a blanket of ice again covers the seas
tales of tenderness want to be told

come, sit beside me and hold me 'cause this way
I hope to find peace for my restless heart
always searching without ever stopping
my only wish being not ever to part

get me going, turn me around
say it's me you're looking for
wishfull thinking, now you've found
me in my corner, door ajar,
I can-hear-your-footsteps,
there you are!

get me going, lift me up
sugar, put me in your coffeecup,
you in your corner, cellphone close
of love I can't get an overdose

get me going, dance all night,
let's forget what it's like to fight,
each in our corners, take my hand
so much drama,
yet a happy end

@a wish;
May I use this for my Christmas Cards?Seriously,very nice!Nice,nice,nice!
@happy end;now this is ROCK AND ROLL!!These are great lines,absolutely should be used for a song!This has "hit"written all over it!RAH!!!!!