Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(12/22/2014 5:00:00 AM)
He has to fathom the infinite
and all that deals with vague beginnings
and uneasy endings, for how else
could he survive his times;
those of agnosticism, of grays, dark and light,
but never again black or white;
the same times when directions of north,
or south could just as well be of east or west.
Now that the deities have all but died,
he is finally free to step out of
their pious prisons of ignorance, naked,
and embrace the nothing that is space and time.
Only numbers, one upon the other,
will dominate his new, nowhere world.
These digits will be well-hidden under man-made
layers of new, unambiguous uncertainties.
His goals will not differ
from those of his father's;
they will only seem more complex
in their inexplicable simplicity.
(12/21/2014 8:47:00 AM)
It is time for me to go home
The skies have just turned a shade darker,
Calling to retirement the sunburnt farmer,
But my heart still wants to roam,
It is time for me to go home.
(12/20/2014 7:35:00 AM)
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thanks..n thnx :) lol
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
(12/17/2014 9:09:00 AM)
Poets are not always the opinion makers but poets are the catalysts to opinions in world events. They cannot blindly write poems but actually with due consideration and observation of the world.
(12/16/2014 12:17:00 PM)
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I Tried to Do a Dog
cumbrous going down no time to ponder
burnt amber shag freckles swapping
places on faces sitting crisscross
applesauce legs touching underneath
a dining room table lips pressed together
a harsh light from a kitchen surrounds it
outside the body like now tottering
not even a last glimpse at verdure
children squeal the echoes strangled
four bare feetReplies for this message:
(12/18/2014 1:29:00 PM)
HEY! where'd my reply go? i know i left one RIGHT HERE. [ it was right there. who took it?
(12/17/2014 9:31:00 PM)
(12/17/2014 8:34:00 PM)
I hate to ask but is this personal experience... no never mind I don't want to know.
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(12/16/2014 11:33:00 AM)
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Well! I must say, somebody took Max to the woodshed didn't they?Nice poem!Replies for this message:
... Dog God 8hate
(12/22/2014 5:07:00 AM)
. . the clumsy menace, couldn't stay on the wall ... it was an inhabitable toil ... rather livid ... the verdure - lost in dowdy disaster And? maybe the Kingdom's united, in its ... more
(12/16/2014 10:07:00 PM)
Well, the'Max' poem is gone. Is that PH or the author?It's a shame there's such weak individuals out there with no sense of humor, and egos like stained glass. I liked that poem. It wasn't great, but ... more
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(12/16/2014 1:43:00 AM)
When you see your friends smile,
Can you not help but smile along?
And when they are feeling down,
Can you not help but feel down too?
For friendship is the common ground on which we gel,
This we know only too well.
(12/15/2014 6:45:00 PM)
Who writes the wackiest posts on the forum?Pranab or Sean North?Sean gets the nod for creativity, but Pranab, with his Beckettian ability to confound, should get his fair share of votes. Merry Christmas to both of them, and their clitoris'! !
(12/15/2014 5:25:00 PM)
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Compliments of the season Nimal, and to you're family. Warmest best wishes, Jerry & Alison
Pranab K Chakraborty
(12/14/2014 12:38:00 AM)
Quiet brilliant the codes to apply but so hazy, really undone to get its access.