Thanks a lot! It means a lot to me. I've made some major changes on this channel lately. We'll see if I get more views as a result. I'm not counting on though.
Many thanks for this posting... You're doing a service here, bringing art out into the light of the darksome Internet... Well done, it's good work you are doing! My earbuds know good taste when they hear it, and I thank you!
Enjoyed your reading and poems. I’m also a poet specializing in Japanese forms: haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku tribute poem to Bashō’s frog with commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my haiku among her 10 favorite haiku of all time! What an honor. Here’s the Bashō poem with Jane’s insightful commentary: Bashō’s frog four hundred years of ripples At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA forum. The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing about realism-ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of the sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider-including us all. But his last word reminds us all that we are only ripples and our lives ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain. ~~ And my tanka: returning home from a Jackson Pollock exhibition I smear my face with paint and turn into art ~~ -All love in isolation from Miami Beach, Florida, Al
I listened to this in the dark as I was wanting to really just focus on absorbing the words and letting them emit their own imagery. Whilst I appreciate your apparent wish to combine the poetry with specifically appropriate music, for me this lessened the efficacy of both. Often, the music overwhelmed the words and, likewise, the words interfered with the music. And yet the quality of the poetry and of the music was special. I just longed to be able to turn the music off so as to revel in the words and vice versa. I’m glad, having read some of the comments here that I didn’t watch it as well. I guess I’m a believer in less is more. And when the material is rich, it is enough to focus on it alone. Thanks, however, for taking the time and care to make this.
MORE THAN WONDERFUL !! THANK YOU WITH SO MUCH LOVE... & WHY DO NOT WE MEET ONLINE - SOMEHOW - TO DISCUSS & EXCHANGE OUR POINT OF VIEWS !!??... LOVE YOU ALL.....
SOPHIE - Lili You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. - The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. - I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. - But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow You ventured nightly through the woods following the song That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. - One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. - I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow. FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy, stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand, only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.
I personally don't necessarily agree (depends on how well mixed and appropriate the music is). Anyway, if you don't like it you don't like it. That's OK.
It's a very long list. May I suggest you go to the tabs (see below) and select the poem AFTER the poem you want to find out about, and then scroll back about 30 seconds. I have credits at the END of each poem which list the narrator, the music and the performers for each section. 1. "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley (@) 2. "If..." by Rudyard Kipling (@) 3. "Sea Fever" by John Masefield (@) 4. "The Listeners" by Walter De La Mare (@) 5. "The Tiger" by William Blake (@) 6. "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (@) 7. "La Belle Dame sans Merci" by John Keats (@) 8. "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto IV" by Gordon, Lord Byron (@) 9. "Ring Out, Wild Bells" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (@) 10. "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold (@) 11. "The Lark Ascending" by George Meredith (@) 12. "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll (@) 13. "The Disagreeable Man" by W.S. Gilbert (@) 14. "I Am" by John Clare (@) 15. "I Remember" by Thomas Hood (@) 16. "Death, Be Not Proud" by John Donne (:48:26) 17. "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe (@) 18. "Sonnet 116" by William Shakespeare (@) 19. "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Years (@) 20. "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" by Oscar Wilde (@) 21. "War Is Kind" by Stephen Crane (@) 22. "A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe (@) 23. "Hiawatha's Departure" from "The Song of Haiwatha" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (@) 24. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost (@)
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Writing a poem while listening to a poem, a combo which we must have! Thoughts rushed into me thanks to this! Thank you!
You're so welcome!
This is so well put together! Shame it doesn’t have more views. People are really missing out.
Thanks a lot! It means a lot to me. I've made some major changes on this channel lately. We'll see if I get more views as a result. I'm not counting on though.
A lovely collection of poets and narrators, listen well to keep your inner sense soothed by the poems from days long ago.
Thank you for watching.
Many thanks for this posting... You're doing a service here, bringing art out into the light of the darksome Internet... Well done, it's good work you are doing! My earbuds know good taste when they hear it, and I thank you!
Thank you so much for your kind comment.
Enjoyed your reading and poems.
I’m also a poet specializing in Japanese forms: haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku tribute poem to Bashō’s frog with commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my haiku among her 10 favorite haiku of all time! What an honor.
Here’s the Bashō poem with Jane’s insightful commentary:
Bashō’s frog
four hundred years
of ripples
At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA
forum.
The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so
numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this
method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing
about realism-ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of the
sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water
As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider-including us all. But his last word reminds us all that we are only ripples and our lives ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain.
~~
And my tanka:
returning home
from a Jackson Pollock
exhibition
I smear my face with paint
and turn into art
~~
-All love in isolation
from Miami Beach,
Florida,
Al
A joy to listen to. Lovely imagery as well. Greatly appreciated.
thank you so much
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! Thank you so much for putting this together!
my pleasure
@@christophermacintyre5890 :)
My deepest appreciation for such quality content - thank you.
My pleasure. Thanks for watching.
I listened to this in the dark as I was wanting to really just focus on absorbing the words and letting them emit their own imagery. Whilst I appreciate your apparent wish to combine the poetry with specifically appropriate music, for me this lessened the efficacy of both. Often, the music overwhelmed the words and, likewise, the words interfered with the music. And yet the quality of the poetry and of the music was special. I just longed to be able to turn the music off so as to revel in the words and vice versa. I’m glad, having read some of the comments here that I didn’t watch it as well. I guess I’m a believer in less is more. And when the material is rich, it is enough to focus on it alone. Thanks, however, for taking the time and care to make this.
Thanks for this walk through the centuries !
you are most welcome
The way she recites the poem truly conveys the intent.
Thank you for this.
MORE THAN WONDERFUL !! THANK WITH SO MUCH LOVE...
You're more than welcome!
, Bravo, BravoOutstanding.
Wonderful..
Thanks.
Very nice!
Wow, this was quite an endeavor.
Thanks for your appreciation.
Amazing
Thanks
no worries about Poetry & words , can survive, overcome all without music for.each word has its power, colors, weight and much more … 😉
MORE THAN WONDERFUL !! THANK YOU WITH SO MUCH LOVE... & WHY DO NOT WE MEET ONLINE - SOMEHOW - TO DISCUSS & EXCHANGE OUR POINT OF VIEWS !!??... LOVE YOU ALL.....
SOPHIE - Lili
You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child
We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire
Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire
We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild
And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain
No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. -
The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws
As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart
A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw
We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again
To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear
You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. -
I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep
Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills
You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep
And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs
Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear
Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. -
But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow
You ventured nightly through the woods following the song
That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know
When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes
And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow
Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. -
One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door
Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age
They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse
She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor
A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse
They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. -
I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know
When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed
She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow
And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move
A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow.
FOREVER LOST - Lili
I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour
The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand
As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean
I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream
And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. -
I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone
A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise
I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild
And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones
I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies
For I was just a Gypsy, stolen from my tribe as child. -
Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill
And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin
The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt
The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins
But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt
When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.-
I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam
The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand
He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand
Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam
He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand
The death of any stranger who happens by his home. -
The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore
Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep
Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more
The warning signs upon the sand, only tempt the brave
Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep
There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.
Thank you
You're very welcome!
I hate the background sparks that make it so hard to read the poems
I LIKE IT! THANKS
you're welcome
Cool!
thanks for watching
Thank you dude we got 1st place In world poetry day c
Big thanks!
that's great
Ah this calms me
glad to hear it
I love it
Thanks for watching. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Music is invasive
fantastic anthology
thanks for watching... I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
Background music takes alot awsy from the poems
I personally don't necessarily agree (depends on how well mixed and appropriate the music is). Anyway, if you don't like it you don't like it. That's OK.
❤
The problem is : the letter are small and this fireworks for what?
Hi, may I ask what the name of the music is?
It's a very long list. May I suggest you go to the tabs (see below) and select the poem AFTER the poem you want to find out about, and then scroll back about 30 seconds. I have credits at the END of each poem which list the narrator, the music and the performers for each section.
1. "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley (@)
2. "If..." by Rudyard Kipling (@)
3. "Sea Fever" by John Masefield (@)
4. "The Listeners" by Walter De La Mare (@)
5. "The Tiger" by William Blake (@)
6. "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (@)
7. "La Belle Dame sans Merci" by John Keats (@)
8. "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto IV" by Gordon, Lord Byron (@)
9. "Ring Out, Wild Bells" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (@)
10. "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold (@)
11. "The Lark Ascending" by George Meredith (@)
12. "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll (@)
13. "The Disagreeable Man" by W.S. Gilbert (@)
14. "I Am" by John Clare (@)
15. "I Remember" by Thomas Hood (@)
16. "Death, Be Not Proud" by John Donne (:48:26)
17. "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe (@)
18. "Sonnet 116" by William Shakespeare (@)
19. "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Years (@)
20. "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" by Oscar Wilde (@)
21. "War Is Kind" by Stephen Crane (@)
22. "A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe (@)
23. "Hiawatha's Departure" from "The Song of Haiwatha" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (@)
24. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost (@)
Can u make one with no music😅 my head hurts with music its loud noises for me .❤ pls it would be amazing
Sir pwde po ba manghingi Ng copy na Yan sa poem mo🙏🙏
4:19
5:33
What’s with the firework show ?
You mean "If.../Invictus"? It was meant to reflect the triumphant, celebratory tone of the poems.
Can't hear the poems over the loud music Its a shame
The music makes this a visit to Hell
You're welcome to stay there as long as you like.
@@christophermacintyre5890 stupid response I'm disliking the video, try to keep me there biach
Nice voice. No music
Sky news’s. Trevoor phillps
This is more about music which destroys the poetry
Beautiful poems ruined by invasive overbearing music score shame
Distracting loud garrish music going on
Better without the music