Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

'scuse me everyone, still getting used to this site so this is the last time i'll double post!

thanks for the encouragement and scrabbling with me Doreen ... and also Joel for encouragement too. so here goes .... my second poem here

What's life worth here on Earth
When the things for which we yearn
Are kept from us at every turn,
And the knowledge that we crave
To keep us from an early grave
Is clean denied or swept away.

And is it true that life is cruel?
And Satan has a plan for fools?
So God evicts us, say's you're banned
As we watch time slip from our hands.
Or if we're lucky when we're caught
We realise, sadly, that time is short

What's life worth here on Earth
When we spend the years grieving
Reminiscing, slowly leaving
On the path that we've been paving
With good intentions and misbehaving.

And is it true that life is cruel?
And Satan has a plan for fools?

Good questions
Thanks for asking.
Thanks for writing

"Oh, can we rise as far as heaven
To ask God why things are as they are"

The Last of The Just

and more good questions ... but if we can ask, and if we get an answer, then do we get a solution, or am i just a fool for asking?

I ask the same questions of myself,

I don't expect any answers, but that may be a function of old age.

And the knowledge that we crave
To keep us from an early grave

I don't worry about early graves anymore. I been trying to scrape up enough money to buy a pre paid funeral.

I think you may need a neuro-theologist or a Zen buddhist to give you a better answer.

And Satan has a plan for fools?

"God is not mocked, except by believers" anne sexton

No you do not sound like a fool to me. I thought it was a excellent poem.

I don't know how to say this,
THe only reason I replied to your poem was because I had just posted a picture of george bush as a naked woman to a thread below this one. And when I saw that I had knocked your poem down a level I felt kind of trashy so I posted to your poem just to kick it back up to the top again
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So I tried to think of something that sounded un stupid to say.


Actually my favorite quote from The Last of The Just is this one
"Our eyes register the light from dead stars."

which may relate because your poem was about reminiscing which I think means looking back in time

Peering into the heavens then is like looking back into time, and some of the stars that astronomers see may no longer exist. Truly, as André Schwarz-Bart wrote in The Last of the Just: "Our eyes register the light of dead stars."

STARS Where Life Begins



I can't answer your questions, but I did like your poem

hehe, that was a nice reply, made me smile ... the bit about why you read my post. i'm glad you read it tho, you could have just hit reply and said something without reading it so thanks!

i took the link to your george bush pics. funny, and i think that if he ever decides to have a sex change op then he would be well advised to check them out too!

our eyes register the light from long dead stars .... isn't it odd that something we have known for years, decades even, escapes our attention. and simply by posting in the context of poetry a 'hard-edged' scientific fact suddenly becomes a beautiful piece of stand alone poetry. thanks for bringing this to my attention.

This is a perfect poem for recitation.

I love the rhythm of it and the questioning.

Do you recite your poetry, ms?

Well written! Thank you for sharing this!

ooo recite my poetry, no, i find it a challenge enough to share my poetry in any way. unless you mean recite in my mind, and then the answer is yes, always, cos i love the rhythm thing especially with rhymes. big fan of iambic pentameter too but if i ever manage to accomplish that it is mostly by chance (i notice after a few lines that it is, or nearly is, and then work to get the rest to fit). i think i strive for the dum de dum de dum but don't get upset if it misses from time to time, cos in my mental recitation i fudge it.

truth is tho, i can never tell if my poems are doggeral or not! still, if its doggeral and i enjoy it then i hope others might too

maybe if there was a studio 8 CD or DVD then i could be persuaded to recite it, maybe

We might create a community CD one day. How'd you know?

You're in London, right? Or? Do you have open mic events at pubs near you? Performance poetry is sorta popular in some American cities. Then they also do the "slams" which I'm not too hip on (contests) but I do like performance poetry which is really what hip hop and rap are, come to think of it.

Gotta mic you could plug into the back of your computer? Just an idea. Would love to hear your british accent reciting something you've written.

Here's a link to a very simple free audio recording app
http://audacity.sourceforge.net/download/
I use it. It's easy to use.

Well, it's just an idea.

Looking forward to reading more of your poems.

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This poem of yours is iambic, yes, but it isn't pentameter. The iambic refers to the accents of the beats... taDUM taDUM... but pentameter is 10 of those and your lines in this poem have 8 so I think it would be correct to call it iambic octameter but i'm not sure. lol It works fine!

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What is life worth here on Earth?
This is our question, straight from birth!
Some days the answer seems quite clear
since life is priceless, precious, dear!
But on the days when we are stressed
we're reticent to know how blessed
we are. And so we ask once more,
What is the value? Who keeps score?
Are we, in fact, a plus or less?
Are we losing? Why the test?

Let's cut to the chase! No babble!
Life is like a game of Scrabble.
We pick our tiles ourselves and then
we play the best scores that we can.
We've no control of tiles or rack
and once we've played, we can't go back
and try to play the tiles again.
Sometimes we lose. Sometimes we win.
But when the game does not bring luck,
what can we do but just say, "FUCK!"
and try again and start anew!
Another game? Why not? Let's do!
We make the best of what we're dealt
and hope our words are rightly spellt.

lol!

Sorry about the F word. On the scrabble site, they'd ban me for it, and YET? Guess what? It's accepted in the Scrabble dictionary. So there!

wow, i love it! nice one, i played the F word in scrabble and was worried when i pressed the enter key! hehe.

i have a mic, and ofc a puter, i also have a sequencer installed and set up so that i can use a mic with it. i muck about with loops from time to time but quickly get myself in a muddle when i try to 'sing' (cough) or rhyme/rap over it. my own voice makes me cringe! so bascially i'm set up and ready to go but just don't have the confidence, too shy etc etc. i can deliver a science talk to a room full of docs and profs as long as i know i have done my number crunching properly but poetry, ooo that's really scarey!

maybe maybe i'll try to find a simple background of sounds that i can recite a poem to sometime (anyone got a suggestion?), but i'm just not inspired to do so atm.

Hey ms67!

I discovered this video tonight and thought it fit perfectly with your poem (er, actually, thought it fit perfectly with my reply to your poem... lol!)

Scrabble is a religion.

Check it out

http://gprime.net/flash.php/craziest

ms67 wrote:our eyes register the light from long dead stars .... isn't it odd that something we have known for years, decades even, escapes our attention.

And what's it worth to till this earth
if not to grow and harvest Know?

doreen peri wrote:Sorry about the F word. On the scrabble site, they'd ban me for it, and YET? Guess what? It's accepted in the Scrabble dictionary. So there!

So please take no offense, but...
So many hang-ups regarding how letters are organized and how sounds are linked together out of a mouth.... Where's the honesty? We don't mind proper people pondering wordly woes with words like Yee Gads, Oh My, Goodness Me, Bless Their Little Hearts.... Do we think the deity is confused by our euphemisms? If we want to fuck, but we're too embarrassed, from where is our shame really coming? It's not the sound or the letters, I bet. Bless our fuckin' little hearts. [/b]

Doreen, loved your scrabble story link, ty for that

Joel, i wish i had your way with words, your two line addition to my poem is wonderful.

I'm enjoying this site, thanks for bringing me here Doreen.