Jim's Cafe 27th April 2021 - Poetry Month

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Dante

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Welcome one and all to this
A Jim's Café you mustn't miss.
I tell you this post wasn't easy
but I hope it still sounds light and breezy.

You may be asking "why the rhyme"
it doesn't happen all the time
but this is a special time of year
to praise the poems that we hear

For the month of poetry is now
like every year, and this is how
i came to write no more in prose
but poetry that I compose.

I'll try to make this Jim's café
to keep the forms on yesterday
so I think the next thing I must do
I tell a few fun facts to you

Fun Facts

Fact 1 predates the written word
in times where words were only heard
a poem oft was used to spread
the laws, and tales of the dead

Fact 2 is a poem of some fame
Mahabharata is its name
More words it holds than any other
1.8 million within its cover

Fact 3 is Geoffrey Chaucer's name
In poems and prose he gained great fame
but his name hails from humbler caste
The French for shoemaker if you must ask.

Fact 4's a fun one I must say
and may have chased some folks away
for the FEAR of poetry I hear
is a word called Macrophobia.

And now with no further ado, let me introduce the tables too:

Poetry Table (Poetry Month)
1) Do poems linger in your soul or or do they take a weary toll?
2) What one poem have you read which fondly lingers in your head?
3) With many poets old and new, which one speaks the best to you?
4) Do YOU have poetic Flair? And have you one you'd like to share?
5) I ask you just a verse or two, white a poem fresh and new.

Discussion Table (Morse Code Day)

1) When was it last you ventured out and found new things to talk about?
2) And when last did your hand extend to find yourself a brand new friend?
3) And when last did you and friends meet, in winters chill or summer's heat?
4) What words would you seek to convey to drive all loneliness away?
5) And it's Morse day, so since you know, try using Morse to say hello.

Story Table (Tell A Story Day)

1) What stories do you like to hear, to lift your heart or shed a tear?
2) What stories do you have to tell to help us get to know you well?
3) What stories of friends do you hold, that bring good cheer when they are told?
4) What stories of a time alone, are worth becoming widely known?
5) What story lives within your soul, what brighter times does it extol?

The Bar
At last we come towards THE BAR
where we found out what YOUR thoughts are
So say hello and say your piece
and drink down liquid stress release.

The Recruitment Desk

We need Cafe's and they need a host, so if that's you, please proudly boast: "I VOLUNTEER".

@Harrow @Auri @Dinolaur @bubblebear @arbitrarybarry @1964dodge @Dycorp @HappyKitty
 

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Poetry Table (Poetry Month)
1) Do poems linger in your soul or or do they take a weary toll? A little bit of both, I would say.
2) What one poem have you read which fondly lingers in your head? This one by Dylan Thomas:

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

3) With many poets old and new, which one speaks the best to you? Not sure if I can pick just one. There's many great poets throughout history.

4) Do YOU have poetic Flair? And have you one you'd like to share? I'd like to think I do, and have posted some here.

5) I ask you just a verse or two, white a poem fresh and new.
If I want to write a poem that's new,
You can all help write a line or two.

Discussion Table (Morse Code Day)
1) When was it last you ventured out and found new things to talk about? Not often lately, especially with active Covid cases in my apartment complex.
2) And when last did your hand extend to find yourself a brand new friend? I try to do that on here as often as I can. I don't socialize much outside here.
3) And when last did you and friends meet, in winters chill or summer's heat? I don't really have any friends to meet with.
4) What words would you seek to convey to drive all loneliness away? We're here for one another so we're not truly alone.
5) And it's Morse day, so since you know, try using Morse to say hello. *blinks eyes rapidly*

Story Table (Tell A Story Day)
1) What stories do you like to hear, to lift your heart or shed a tear? Anything really, stories are always interesting.
2) What stories do you have to tell to help us get to know you well? Most of what I have posted here can give you some insight into my character.
3) What stories of friends do you hold, that bring good cheer when they are told? Anytime something makes them happy, it makes me happy to.
4) What stories of a time alone, are worth becoming widely known? It's always good to listen to what people have to say, because I think everyone's stories are important.
5) What story lives within your soul, what brighter times does it extol? Good times with family and friends.

The Bar
At last we come towards THE BAR
where we found out what YOUR thoughts are
So say hello and say your piece
and drink down liquid stress release.

I don't drink anymore for reasons, but hi everyone.
 

Catch_22

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Poetry Table (Poetry Month)
1) Do poems linger in your soul or or do they take a weary toll? Both..
2) What one poem have you read which fondly lingers in your head? Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

3) With many poets old and new, which one speaks the best to you? I'm not sure, voices speak to me a little from everywhere.
4) Do YOU have poetic Flair? And have you one you'd like to share? There used to be a poet, not of any measure or worth; she was silenced and shutdown.
5) I ask you just a verse or two, white a poem fresh and new.
Everyday we wake
Place your bare feet in the grass
No thinking just play





Discussion Table (Morse Code Day)
1) When was it last you ventured out and found new things to talk about? A very long time..I suppose that should be done.
2) And when last did your hand extend to find yourself a brand new friend? Even longer.
3) And when last did you and friends meet, in winters chill or summer's heat? My last friend and I met our final time in the winter's chill at the cusp of spring.
4) What words would you seek to convey to drive all loneliness away? "You are wanted."
5) And it's Morse day, so since you know, try using Morse to say hello. 🙄 Uhh merrp. Sorry, tap once?

Story Table (Tell A Story Day)
1) What stories do you like to hear, to lift your heart or shed a tear? I like stories of unusual animal friendships and rescues..they usually do both and they bring hope and understanding for our world.
2) What stories do you have to tell to help us get to know you well? Eh..not many.. maybe some randomly here or there. Gonna be hard for most of you to really connect to parts of a dissociative multiple on here and see a person, and same for us..not sure anyone is going to know "me/us" well.
3) What stories of friends do you hold, that bring good cheer when they are told? Well I don't have any stories to ever be told again unless they are from my mouth. I don't have memory and the people are gone who helped me remember. So this doesn't really apply anymore, sadly.
4) What stories of a time alone, are worth becoming widely known? Probably most actually, but they aren't stories I want to tell or people want to hear.
5) What story lives within your soul, what brighter times does it extol? I'm afraid I don't have this.

The Bar
At last we come towards THE BAR
where we found out what YOUR thoughts are
So say hello and say your piece
and drink down liquid stress release.
I tip my glass of chamomile tea to those of you with a drink, drink safely and not in sorrow or fear, but to take the edge off or to show a little more cheer. Salut.

thanks @Dante for the invite 🍵
 
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Dante

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@Dante this is an incredible cafe. You are really quite amazing. I only wish I had half your talent and could reply in rhyme.

I’m finding things quite tough at the moment so I will just visit the bar. I could really do with a hazelnut hot chocolate and a warm quiet dark space to curl up in.

Take care and stay safe. *hug Xx
Be well Holding my breath.

 

Livelife

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Welcome one and all to this
A Jim's Café you mustn't miss.
I tell you this post wasn't easy
but I hope it still sounds light and breezy.

You may be asking "why the rhyme"
it doesn't happen all the time
but this is a special time of year
to praise the poems that we hear

For the month of poetry is now
like every year, and this is how
i came to write no more in prose
but poetry that I compose.

I'll try to make this Jim's café
to keep the forms on yesterday
so I think the next thing I must do
I tell a few fun facts to you

Fun Facts
Fact 1 predates the written word
in times where words were only heard
a poem oft was used to spread
the laws, and tales of the dead

Fact 2 is a poem of some fame
Mahabharata is its name
More words it holds than any other
1.8 million within its cover

Fact 3 is Geoffrey Chaucer's name
In poems and prose he gained great fame
but his name hails from humbler caste
The French for shoemaker if you must ask.

Fact 4's a fun one I must say
and may have chased some folks away
for the FEAR of poetry I hear
is a word called Macrophobia.

And now with no further ado, let me introduce the tables too:

Poetry Table (Poetry Month)
1) Do poems linger in your soul or or do they take a weary toll?
2) What one poem have you read which fondly lingers in your head?
3) With many poets old and new, which one speaks the best to you?
4) Do YOU have poetic Flair? And have you one you'd like to share?
5) I ask you just a verse or two, white a poem fresh and new.

Discussion Table (Morse Code Day)
1) When was it last you ventured out and found new things to talk about?
2) And when last did your hand extend to find yourself a brand new friend?
3) And when last did you and friends meet, in winters chill or summer's heat?
4) What words would you seek to convey to drive all loneliness away?
5) And it's Morse day, so since you know, try using Morse to say hello.

Story Table (Tell A Story Day)
1) What stories do you like to hear, to lift your heart or shed a tear?
2) What stories do you have to tell to help us get to know you well?
3) What stories of friends do you hold, that bring good cheer when they are told?
4) What stories of a time alone, are worth becoming widely known?
5) What story lives within your soul, what brighter times does it extol?

The Bar
At last we come towards THE BAR
where we found out what YOUR thoughts are
So say hello and say your piece
and drink down liquid stress release.

The Recruitment Desk
We need Cafe's and they need a host, so if that's you, please proudly boast: "I VOLUNTEER".

@Harrow @Auri @Dinolaur @bubblebear @arbitrarybarry @1964dodge @Dycorp @HappyKitty
That was so enjoyable falling into. I bow to thou.:)
Thank you for the tag @Dante .
 
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A_J_R

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My all time favorite poem is by a young man named Chidiock Tichborne and I believe he wrote this the night before he was executed at the age of 23. I read it as a teenager and never forgot it. It haunts me in its sadness and beauty.

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen;
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I looked for life and saw it was a shade,
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I was but made;
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
 
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