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A Smile

December 13, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Anonymous

 

A little glance from

You

Is all I need.

A smile of

Yours,

The force that

Pushes me

Forward.

 

Constantly

I forget

Who I am.

Hour after hour

I grow further away from

The well of myself.


Your glance,

Your smile

Reminds me

Who

I

Am.

 

Editor: A.J. Patencio

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Renée thinks so sweet

Maybe

December 13, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Renée

Maybe one day

I’ll know just what to say…

 

Maybe one day

I’ll have the courage to speak,

and allow myself to be me,

in front of more than my dog…

 

Maybe one day

I’ll stop hiding behind the pages,

and the ink,

and I’ll have the ability to be,

a person outside of the paper…

 

Maybe one day

I’ll be able to talk to you

and have a conversation

without that contemplative silence,

when we don’t know what to say…

 

Maybe one day

I’ll know just what to say

to make your day

a little bit brighter…

 

Maybe, just maybe, one day,

I won’t be afraid.

 

Editor: A.J. Patencio

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Charles relates on a spiritual level

Valeria

December 13, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Renée

You will fight.

You will conquer.

You will go up in front of the crowd,

and you will shine.

You need your strength,

my little darling.

Though we may fight,

us, together, we will win the world over.

You don’t always have,

to be so strong;

I’ll be here to lift you up.

We will fight,

and we will conquer.

 

Editor: Peter Kadel

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: strength

Appreciation for People with Brown Eyes

December 13, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 4 Comments

By Makena Behnke

people have heard many compliments concerning their eye color, but not many people compare brown eyes to anything except chocolate.

so here is a list of things you can compare brown eyes to:

  • acorns
  • amber
  • brown sugar
  • caramel
  • chestnuts
  • cinnamon sticks
  • clay
  • copper
  • espresso
  • fudge
  • hazelnuts
  • hot chocolate
  • mahogany
  • molasses
  • nutmeg
  • toffee
  • tree trunks
  • whiskey
  • regular chocolate works just fine, too

 

Editor Charles Schnell

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: "Brown Eyes", "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue", Brown Eyes Represent

Saoirse

December 11, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Renée

 

Standing on the mountain top,

it fills me with a very cautious feeling

of a satisfying happiness

with a streak of fear.

Have you ever felt that way?

I also feel that way when I’m in my own room,

writing of feelings or things that I find strange,

or when with my dog,

or with a close friend,

or when I’m by myself,

lying down somewhere,

thinking about you, and life, and fiction.

I guess that feeling is a cautious freedom.

Editor Makena Behnke

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: freedom

Miss American Dream

December 6, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Poet Blogger Peter Kadel

 

She’s it! She’s it! She’s the one!

She is gonna be my one and only.

We’ll share a kiss in hallways between classes,

Milkshakes at diners, and midnight movies.

She’s Miss American Dream.

Right now, I’m nobody, but, one day, I’ll be her knight in shining armour–

Her love story cliché, the boy, the boyfriend.

One step at a time, and then she is mine.

She’s Miss American Dream.

She just needs some convincing; she’ll see I’m right.

Those other guys may be taller, and smoother, and stronger–

But I’m the chosen one, like Anakin without the dark side.

I’ll be the bearer of the one ring to woo them all–

Just not as nerdy as that sounds.

She’s Miss American Dream.

She didn’t break my heart–I’m NOT crying!

It’s fine–she didn’t slap me that hard.

I’ll move on, as soon as I learn how.

Who needs Miss American Dream?

 

Editor: Brennan Nick

Filed Under: Fairy Tales, Poetry Tagged With: Miss American Dream

A Reading of Charles Fort’s “One Had Lived in a Room and Loved Nothing”

December 6, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

Reading and Interpretation By Charles Schnell

 

Somber, subtle poems catch my attention and stimulate thought. Below is a recording of my reading of “One Had Lived in a Room and Loved Nothing” by Charles Fort–a somber, subtle, and stimulating poem.

https://www.thebirdonfire.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/One-Live-CONSIDER.m4a

One Had Lived in a Room and Loved Nothing

One had lived in a room and loved nothing.
Full of spiders and what memory remained,
one had loved and she had forgotten things.

Clock stopped and aeroplane lost in the dark,
and who was that voice on the telephone?
One had lived in a room and loved nothing.

It was a rare sleep in helter-skelter;
one awakened a half-blessed and charmed fool.
One had loved and she had forgotten things.

One had lived in a room and loved nothing.
Whose tiffany ring on her ring finger;
who gave one mantis kiss as the jazz played?

The faceless lover and last known address,
a writing pad and table overturned,
one had loved and she had forgotten things.

What was day or night with no hours left
and who were the two in the photograph?
One had loved and she had forgotten things.
One had lived in a room and loved nothing.

Charles Fort

 

This poem is a “villanelle.” A villanelle is a nineteen-line poem where the first and third lines of every stanza are the same, but they alternate places with every stanza. Every stanza is three lines long excluding the last one, which is four lines–the final two lines of that stanza are the first and third lines that have been repeating throughout the rest of the poem. In this poem, “one had lived in a room and loved nothing” and “one had loved and she had forgotten things” are those alternating lines.

 

When I first read the poem, I interpreted the poem as describing the tragic case of a woman who has now developed dementia. There are many signs of her not being able to remember something that she should be remembering, something important from her pre-dementia past: for instance, there is the unknown “voice on the telephone” (who I think is a family member) and the unknown “two in the photograph” (perhaps she and her husband or child). The poem speaks with a desolate, isolated voice. The images are empty, as if something is missing or wrong with the picture. This incompleteness sells the idea of something mis-remembered or gone.

 

I look up another person’s opinion online, and they thought the poem was supposed to represent a disconnect from the world. This could be a person without any disorders or the like, but rather just someone who is in a room that she has lived in for so long, for some reason suffering, that she has become unfeeling now. Very smart interpretation, I think.

 

If you would like to read this poem and many more like this, consider picking up Edward Hirsch’s and David Lehman’s The Best American Poetry 2016. The anthology contains lovely poetry: https://www.amazon.com/Best-American-Poetry-2016/dp/150112756X.

 

Here’s that other person’s interpretation I mentioned: https://ashberyland.com/2017/10/12/completely-subjective-charles-forts-one-had-lived-in-a-room-and-loved-nothing/.

 

Here’s where “One Had Live In A Room and Loved Nothing” was originally published: http://greenmountainsreview.com/two-poems-14/.

 

Editor: Peter Kadel

 

Filed Under: Culture, Performances, Poetry Tagged With: Analysis, Interpretive Poetry, Love Poetry

Words

November 30, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Renée

 

Words have feeling.

Words have power.

Words can turn the best to the worst.

Words can form the deepest wounds.

Words have feeling.

Words have power.

Words can turn the worst to the best.

Words can heal the deepest wounds.

Words have souls.

They are part of ours.

 

Editor Charles Schnell

Filed Under: Letters, Poetry Tagged With: palindrome, words

I am… a prisoner

November 29, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Anonymous

 

I am a prisoner of something more powerful than I can handle.

I am serving a life sentence for something I didn’t do but something I do regret.

My cell is maximum security and only a special few can get in.

The yard is full of bad people I can longer bear to face.

There is no point in running–

I tried running once but it will catch you before you can catch yourself.

There is no point in trying to dig a way out; the hole you’ve already dug

is too deep to climb out of, and the will to get out isn’t strong enough.

There is only so much comfort to find in the library before the harsh reality of what lives outside of those walls is too much to ignore.

I was once a lion like from the Wizard of Oz, but once the ring master whips you into a cage of no-return you realize the lion is only as strong as its master.

The bars of my cell are like the foggy windows to the soul I no longer own.

Once you’ve been in here for so long you realize that this “prison” is more

a way of life than a place to stay…

….and stay I shall!

 

Editor: Reneé Vazquez

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: prison of own making, prisoner

What It’s Worth

November 27, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Naturalist Poet Pete

What’s it worth?

What’s the worth in protecting the great outdoors? What dollar amount can be assigned

To open meadows, rolling hills, and swift streams? What are they worth

Once they are caught and defined? What is the profit of seeing the Grand Canyon strip-mined?

In blasting the mountains and depleting the veins? in taking the treasures beneath the earth?

There is something golden on the surface. There are green treasures that tower above,

Ancient giants from ages past, enduring symbols that are the heart of the forest.

They are the guardians of the old worlds and sentinels of life, creatures deserving of our love.

We must defend them; we must not soften. We must be undaunted in our noble quest.

There is a value in the untouched world, not in dollars but in the human soul.

Editor: Charles Schnell

Filed Under: Culture, Poetry, The Outdoors, Uncategorized Tagged With: Naturalist Pete, Nature, What It's Worth

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