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| Sunday, April 15, 2007 at 7:14 AM | | Hello ALL! Here are some Frequently Asked Questions regarding the channel. The LV community is THE BEST! FAQ:Q: Can I suggest a poem or singer/songwriter to add to the channel?A: The channel was created as an ‘Open Mike’ platform (where people attach their poems/music to the channel default video). So, if you find someone that you think is "WOW" you can send them the Ginsberg Underground url and ask them to participate in the GU Open Mike. We want everyone to feel an equal sense of participation. more...
Q: Do you search LV looking for poets or singer/songwriters to add to the channel?
A: No, because it's important that everyone feel an equal sense of participation. If the GU goes out searching for poets or singer/songwriters and asks to feature them, it could appear as elitist--as if folks must measure up to some standard that the GU has set to be included. It also sets up other poets and/or singer/songwriters for disappointment if they are not asked. This is the last thing the GU wants to manifest as art is a subjective endeavor and everyone should feel good about their creations!
Also, there are so many gifted, brilliant folks on LV that the GU would feel horrible if we missed some one who was really deserving. So rather than set up a situation where folks could feel hurt or slighted, we thought it better if we just said, "Here's an open mike, step on up and share your work!"
In conclusion, the GU would LOVE it if you passed along the channel url to anyone who might like to participate in the ‘Open Mike’ spirit of the channel, or to art lovers looking for exceptional LV poetry and song!
Thank You for the unbelievable response, participation, and willingness to share with your LV peers! less | |
| Saturday, April 7, 2007 at 12:26 PM | | GinsbergUnderground: A venue for Poets & Singer/Songwriters
A coffehouse for Artists, Poets, Singer/Songwriters ... chill out and hang ... All are Welcome!
Opened on 04.07.07 to singer/songwriters!! -- Thank you to BlancheNoE!!
http://www.livevideo.com/BlancheNoE
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| Sunday, April 1, 2007 at 3:05 PM | | THANK YOU to all the folks that participated in the Poetry Slam! Over thirty poems ... you folks are fantastic!
A replacement video will be coming soon as a placeholder to attach response videos. From here on out, add poems at your leisure!
Please note: All poetry will remain on the channel unless it is removed by the owner.
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| Friday, March 30, 2007 at 6:04 PM | | There is going to be a Stickam channel for Poetry ran by CircaRigel.
Stickam
Username: CircaRigel
Chatroom: LVBall Poetry
Huge shoutout and THANKS to CircaRigel for this contribution!!
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| Saturday, March 17, 2007 at 10:43 AM | | **********March 31, 2007*************
The LIVE VIDEO BALL Poetry Slam!!
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~Open Mike~
ALL poems welcome! Dig out your poetry from your channels archives (or add a new video you've made on-the-spot!) and add it as a video response on March 31st.
***Please don't add the video before March 31st--We want this to all happen at the same time! It will be more fun!!***
Be part of the 1st LV Ball Poetry Slam!
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| |  | "A Kiss" A Tale of Tantra 
02:47
The nuts and bolts of Tantra can be described, but ultimately it must be experienced.
In this poem it is my hope to show the beauty, wonder, power and more...pleasure of the purposeful moments leading to a kiss.
These moments are like medicine for the heart, and the kiss can be experienced all the time. less
Added: Sep 15, 07
Channel: Elixir1
Views: 271
Category: Video Blogs |
| | | | | |  | Poetry Tag! "On Poets"
03:13
You can read along If you'd like.
On Poets
These incomprehensible creatures
There are not a sufficient amount of words for them-
Colors are their more...madness and joy.
They make us leap, skip and sing
And still cut us to the quick; sending all to darkness-
In tears we wait for our jailer to give us wings.
Verses slips loose as tongues of fiery verbs lay our souls exposed-
There is no rest for their loving hearts
Their pentameter holds true.
They dare us to ask for more and we turn the leaf-
We travel far to see the legends they sang of
We bury our dead to their pens stroke.
War has not stopped their voice-
Soldiers still march to their powerful cadence call
They brought calm in troubled times.
Compassion, love, hate and fear are their companion-
Our hearts and minds are their willing playground
All of nature’s beauty can not escape their accolades.
Give us wings you masters-
You brutes-
You friends-
You lovers-
You poets. less
Added: Apr 21, 07
Channel: Elixir1
Views: 61
Category: Arts & Animation |
|  | Banal's Hymn (digital poem: poeital)
04:14
Transplanted Eclipse: 2nd poem in the series.
Usage Note: The pronunciation of banal is not settled among educated speakers of American English. Sixty more...years ago, H.W. Fowler recommended the pronunciation (bnl, rhyming with panel), but this pronunciation is now regarded as recondite by most Americans: no member of the Usage Panel prefers this pronunciation. In our 2001 survey, (bnl) is preferred by 58 percent of the Usage Panel, (bnl) by 28 percent, and (b-näl) by 13 percent (this pronunciation is more common in British English). Some Panelists admit to being so vexed by the problem that they tend to avoid the word in conversation. Speakers can perhaps take comfort in knowing that any one of the last three pronunciations will have the support of a substantial minority and that none of them is incorrect. When several pronunciations of a word are widely used, there is really no right or wrong one. less
Added: Apr 16, 07
Channel: BrokenHeartRobot
Views: 1,080
Category: Arts & Animation |
| | | | | |  | My poem...
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My contribution. My poem.
"Thank you for touching me. It was a long time since anybody did that.
In that way for sure. Your warm gentle touch makes more...me ache inside for a short moment. I missed you. I missed your touch for such a long time, without even realizing it, until now.
And now when the sensation of your touch goes past my heart and reaches my thoughtful mind, the ache of longing changes to the relief of your presence. I gasp for air and feel you inside of me. I close my eyes and sigh of happiness. I smile. No matter how much I ached before, I enjoy every moment you decide to share with me. Right now.
And I don't think about the moment when you have to go. 'Cause I know you will always come and go. I enjoy the feeling of you and your touch. Right now.
I can feel your touch on my forehead and my face when you don't want me to go. Yet I go...because I know you'll always be around me where ever I decide to be. Sometimes I can feel you, pushing me, from behind. Pushing me ever onward. To see the world. I love you for that. And as soon as I open the door to go out, there you are.
I have cursed you. I have blessed you. With time, I have realized that, good or bad, you will be around. And as far as I know, you might kill me, but you will never hurt me. No one with your touch could ever hurt me.
And for that, I love you. May the sun keep you going. Always."
Music by Terry Oldfield - Celtic lullaby less
Added: Apr 6, 07
Channel: mercofspeech
Views: 138
Category: Video Comments |
| |  | Indian Winter- Original Poetry
02:09
I wrote this poem many years ago, when I spent much time with a American Indian friend and mentor of Choctaw, Cherokee and European heritage. I now dedicate more...it to his wife, who recently passed away from cancer. You are in my thoughts, Mou and GhostWolf.
Indian Winter
I softly tread the ancient path
where age old legends are laid to rest
My footsteps echo like phantoms of night,
while a dove coos, content in her nest.
I enter a clearing where a village once stood,
Where tepees stand in a tattered cast.
Clouds hover low, a spector's veil,
and mists uncover memories from ages past.
I gaze into the eyes of an ageless face.
An abyss of every emotion.
In them I read the hopes of a tribe,
and a life filled with unyielding devotion.
He speaks in a voice that is almost a whisper,
hoarse from years of wear.
He speaks low in a soothing tone,
in a passion unknown and truly rare.
"Eagle feathers, Starlit night, weathered face, silver light."
"Young squaw come. Follow the path of the ancient one.
Fear me not. Stand. Now follow the deer and run!"
"Step lightly, make no sound. The night is awake, sounds surround.
The wind speaks, learn its voice. Winter ends...now rejoice!!!"
The mist lifts and the Indian fades, but I am not alone.
"Eagle feathers, Starlit night, weathered face, silver light." less
Added: Mar 31, 07
Channel: CircaRigeI
Views: 424
Category: Arts & Animation |
|  | Silver Songs- Original Poetry
01:14
Another poetry sample for the LiveVideo Ball!
Silver Songs
The wolf trio treads the frozen tundra,
camouflaged against the winter snowscape.
They more...seek to sustain life,
yet celebrate their company in song.
A silver moon creates eerie mountain shadows as it breaks the darkness of the sky.
Snow swirls and cascades in a breeze
while the wolves join in the melody of life.
The snowscape brings a deathly silence,
the sky a canopy for the wolf opera.
The trioÚs voices ring out in natures harmony,
singing a song few others understand.
The truth is there, it is pure.
It lies not in understanding,
but in feeling the voice of freedom. less
Added: Mar 31, 07
Channel: CircaRigeI
Views: 145
Category: Arts & Animation |
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| | | | |  | COWGIRL'S LAMENT She takes up her reins to ride with the rest, A slender young cowgirl dressed in denim's best, And her silver spurs aren't the make-believe more...kind.
She rides to the mad cowboy's song for she must
As do women seekers of daily gold dust.
Not level with cowboys the brand on her pay
Yet she meets with the rest at the end of the day...
A friendly bright tavern where like kind will gather;
Some drink their beer silent, some talk when they'd rather.
"We must keep the home-fires," a cowgirl let cry.
"No," snarled the cowboys, and their women agree;
"A life worth the livin', it don't come for free."
"Some unholy homage we pay for our gold -
Leavin' the children, leavin' the old,"
Disputed the cowgirl, her eyes flashing cold.
"What good added tears to the widow's wild cry?
There's no one to tend us; we work and we buy,"
Murmured a squaw-maid who was serving nearby.
The lead guitar played to a merrier beat,
The moment was passed by the tapping of feet.
The barkeep chuckled to soothe the taut crew,
"So what, good buddies, drink up, pay your bill,
And dance every dance till the music is still.
Soon is tomorrow when you must hit the trail."
They passed an old cowpoke who still kept the Sabbath.
Said one joker cowboy, they all knew him well,
"Have you a good luck charm to keep us from Hell?"
"Dammit church-keeper can't you intercede?
From roundup to roundup we must keep the pace
But what's the far purpose to ridin' this race?
Boss rider said, "Best put such thoughts away,
Ride for the glory, ride for the pay."
One day on the range was not without hope.
One of the cowboys spoke of his rope
He'd use at a rodeo to capture a prize,
The glitter of glory and fame in his eyes.
A lean cowboy spoke, as the sun shifted stark,
Of something long past that was still on his heart.
"My child's leg one winter was clawed near-to-the-bone;
A wolf in the compound and she'd been alone."
"What time for a ranch hand to sorrow the years?
He gets pay for ridin', gets nothing for tears."
"Oh a ranch owner once gave-a-care I heard tell,
His daughter with baby got a house by a well."
But the riders of glory just laughed it away.
The young cowgirl stood and cried through her tears,
"Let the home-fires burn low, and you will it appears.
Then that will be something you can't laugh away.
You can't buy redemption and too late too pray."
As she left the campmsite her words found their mark.
The riders fell silent as the campfire grew dark.
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