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  • Drashi Shah (7/30/2014 8:06:00 AM) Post reply

    You are not a Actor,
    nor a film-maker still,
    you are marvelous factor,
    and a great director...

    You are not a Tree
    that gives us shelter but
    you are that warm shade
    under which I grew up…

    You are not a stunt-man
    that would peel-off bad men;
    still you are a great man
    who saved me always from worst men…

    You are not any lotion
    that would heal my skin
    still you are the healer of
    my sadness, wound ness and broken heart....

    You are not a big hero,
    that is found in many eyes
    but you are that superhero
    found only in you daughter's eyes..

    You are not a coal,
    that would catch fire rapidly
    still you will caught red, if
    one will put me in danger bed...

    You are not a wonderful place
    where one and all like to come
    but my " Dear Dad" to sleep
    in your lap is that place
    where I feel SHRUSTI under my feet.......



    ©Drashi P. Shah

  • Dan Reynolds (7/30/2014 7:27:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Out of boredom, I decided to search my archives and see if i had ever used " Lo" in my verses.
    I had, and despite the fact it was obviously used as a bit of archaic filling, I still kinda like it.

    Vessel of dreamscape.

    A sailboat’s silhouette lies in my mind
    caressing the horizon’s orange hue.
    She carries all my treasures, still to find.
    She carries all the dawns I’ve yet to view

    And lo, she warms the waters as she breaks
    the shimmer of the lull between the tides.
    Meandering, her rudder gently shakes
    then harnessing the breeze, with ease she glides.

    The sun has perched upon her fading mast
    and falls into the sea to douse the flame.
    Another night’s arrival comes so fast,
    the afterglow before the starlight came.

    To wish upon a sailboat at sunset,
    the Ocean voyeuse gladly pays her debt.

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    • Jefferson Carter (7/30/2014 11:43:00 AM) Post reply

      Dan, your problem isn't " lo" in this poem. It's how you have to employ filler to achieve a rhyme (" still to find" ;) and how you lose the meter completely (" To wish upon a ... more

  • Gulsher John (7/30/2014 6:49:00 AM) Post reply


    Once i felt you in my blood and bones and your silence screamed in me
    but now I no longer have anything to fear, so
    why and what do i care about Jupiter, Zeus or lord the Savior?
    you are the king of gods- you say- of stars, but you are not the king of man
    any more. Do you ever feel the sufferings of others?No, but i do,
    and it is a painful secret that men are free and yet you don't know it,
    I know justice is human issue and i don't need any one to teach me it.
    Don't you see what i m feeling: the rage and revolt,
    not to obey the foolish rules that humiliated me long.
    I am not virtuous but our sons will be, if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be:
    i know the sin, the remorse and the mighty anguish and i will take upon myself but first
    let me claim my kingdom and my will, without it I wonder if I really exist?.
    O, let me embrace my freedom,
    if i fail to satiate this urge, it will surely infect my soul, and i will not be a MAN any more.

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/30/2014 1:55:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Of Respect To The Rose " Posted as a reply so as not to(God forbid) interrupt the recent wallpapering of fatuous postings whose dreck serves a purpose in value comparable to a legless tripod...FjR

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    • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/30/2014 2:03:00 AM) Post reply

      Of Respect To The Rose The roses were perfectly sequenced, juxtaposed like Vatican guards, flouncing to the reel of hard wind, stems grudgingly bow to protect their soil for maturation ... more

  • Mike Acker (7/30/2014 12:01:00 AM) Post reply

    After speaking to someone whose opinion I respect, it was recommended that I deny the accusation that I am Richard Thripp. Alexander Rizzo is full of venom. I sense that the scorn may be from one of our female members, if Rizzo is not Lamont Palmer.

    Just in case I wasn't clear, I am not Richard Thripp. Having checked him out on Google, it seems that he is a real person named, Richard Thripp.

    While I am at, I have never been anyone but Mike Acker.

  • Peter Stavropoulos (7/29/2014 7:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Just starting to get into Pound's Cantos. Is there a better line in poetry than this?- " out of all this beauty something must come." Written by Pound after having been imprisoned in an open air cage, sleeping on the ground.

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    • Professor Plum (7/29/2014 9:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      More Pound for your reading pleasure: No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are h ... more

  • Alexander Rizzo (7/29/2014 6:58:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    wow, thripp used nig*er, and as*, and sh*t in a poem, how 'imaginative', he's a poetic genius (eyeroll) . acker you're a shape-shifting slimeball. i've only been on this dubious site since last dec, but i've looked through all the back pages. seems no one's used racial epithets till 'acker' appeared, and i've read some pretty snarky, bitter exchanges on here; this acker is an ugly man; be nice to rid the forum (and the world) of his odious ilk.

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    • Mike Acker (7/30/2014 12:05:00 AM) Post reply

      After speaking to someone whose opinion I respect, it was recommended that I deny the accusation that I am Richard Thripp. Alexander Rizzo is full of venom. I sense that the scorn may be from one of o ... more

  • Professor Plum (7/29/2014 2:51:00 PM) Post reply

    I can't decide which 'League of Angels' heroine I like the best: Aurora, Isabelle, or Fortuna. They're all so lovely...and healthy. So healthy.

  • Gulsher John (7/29/2014 1:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    For Professor Plum..... isn't it?

    Rabble delle persone sporche
    da diversi percorsi, ruggendo per le strade:
     di essere nutrito, vestito e per eguale trattamento,
    ma il boom si dimentica, che il contratto sociale
    firmato con la bufala, (che) le loro anime e la libertà
    essere ammanettato e incatenato per pochi centesimi pochi e bucks.And
    (Come Faustus ha promesso di Lucifero) anche loro, hanno dato il loro consenso IN.
    Ah! Non vedo la tua tenebra sarà mai reso conto.

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  • Ricardo Thripp (7/29/2014 11:32:00 AM) Post reply

    This wooden walking stick, that's used for poking, is my poke cane
    All dental procedures, that I contract voluntarily, involve procaine
    My perambulations through nigger heaven's nexus include cocaine
    Tentatively enough, upon my nether muscles, there abides no strain
    I shouldn't neglect to give assent to the wondrous opioid novocaine
    Penny ante STOP signs are a dime a dozen 6 miles shy of Go Lane
    Travelogues featuring homosexuals-on-parade seldom show Maine
    Push your ramps under some fat model's ass to await the slow train
    I prefer a naturally gaseous gas that's not unlike gassy gas propane
    Hail excitement in Whore Town with each ho insane each ho inane
    A swift kick to the ass inflicts upon the kicker the dreaded toe pain
    Perched high as if to gain advantage on trout fish I secure low gain
    Help me quack, my scalp's monkey-ass mangy in need of Rogaine
    To wintry deer I'll provide buck salt, clover hay, fawn & doe grain
    Queen bee Lizzy: move over prune-faced hag as I will not co-reign
    The pig-shit police pigs'll break your leg as most are not pro-sprain
    Reality's impinged with debt-buyers whose reactions aren't so sane
    C.I.A.'s secretive holographic imagery made 9/11's unknown plane
    By 2019 Mexicanesque gas-producing dinners'll need a taco crane
    I can't stomach food mixed with pantry moth worms called lo mein
    Pine wood, although very studious, hasn't the intellect of oak brain

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