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  • Jefferson Carter (4/20/2014 10:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Frank, are you saying Mike Acker is the troll? He's assured me over and over that he isn't. If it turns out he is, I'll be very pissed off! ! There are some indications he is the troll (his never attacking me, the troll's use of the same words (big bird, stumps, etc.) , his unrelenting dislike of Lamont, but until he admits it, I just have to trust he is who he says he isn't. I hope he isn't.

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    • -. - . _. (4/20/2014 11:05:00 AM) Post reply

      Jefferson Carter Male,91, United States (2/12/2014 3: 25: 00 PM) Bluebird, do you really think Acker is Real Scotty Dog, Tony, Therrie, etc?It seems possible though he swore to me he waSN'T, but m ... more

  • Frank Ovid (4/20/2014 9:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Palmer, you see what this moron is all about?He deleted your (fair) post like he did mine last night. He doesn't want to be involved in discussions about poetry. Don't ever fool yourself into being nice to him. He's all of these racist, Nazi, buffoon personas on here and nobody will convince me otherwise; it's on like Donkey-Kong now. You think YOU ripped him to shreds?You haven't seen anything yet.

  • Mike Acker (4/20/2014 9:45:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Anyone who can't place J.C. at the top of his list of, at least the active poets on this forum, is either an idiot, or has an ax to grind. The poem below is an effin gem. Not a single superfluous word, not a single disingenuous feeling expressed below. " I stop & kiss my laughing son, breathing
    his odor, a sweetness the world once had." We have a great effin poet in our midst my friends(do I have any on here?) .! ! !

    I found it by chance, looking for my new ones in the New Poem section, then saw Jefferson Carter................

    This has to be the most emotional of JC's poems....what a perfect subject to be emotional about! ! !

    I would place it in the " socialist poetry" category. Not unlike Bertolt Brecht's poetry.

    by Jefferson Carter

    Leaping inside the Johnny-Jump-Up,
    a twisting bag of houndstooth check
    like the pants of a winter visitor,
    my son giggles as I bend my body
    into position three of Soorya
    Namaskaram, the salutation
    to the sun. I breathe as if I believe
    yoga will make me young, a faith like
    letters to the editor or small checks
    mailed to an honest politician. Too
    skeptical to chant Om shanti shanti,
    I stop & kiss my laughing son, breathing
    his odor, a sweetness the world once had.
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    Gulsher John (4/19/2014 8: 25: 00 PM) Post reply
    simply entrancing... Indeed JC deserves such applause....

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    • Mike Acker (4/20/2014 9:48:00 AM) Post reply

      Some of these guys sure stick to one's shoes like nothing I've see. But the worst of the worst is the Big Bird himself. His BS gets all the way to your ankles. Anyway had to wash and wash to get th ... more

  • Co Jacobus (4/20/2014 8:15:00 AM) Post reply

    a poem that got me to understand what money has changed in the world

    fiduciary money (not a poem though)

    with the goods, you could only exchange something for something else
    nothing less, nothing more
    but with money, you could become potentially very rich
    as if you had bought thousands cranes you would never use

  • Mike Acker (4/19/2014 4:34:00 PM) Post reply

    A poem is like a Swiss watch maker's watch. It is not about the the time, but the craftsmanship.
    (My words, although I may have heard or read something similar in the last year or so.)
    Mike Acker
    I don't like the truth stated above, as I prefer to start with content, but the truth is the truth!

  • Mike Acker (4/19/2014 11:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


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    • Mike Acker (4/19/2014 11:50:00 AM) Post reply

      Sunset The man in the blue shirt, the yellow pants and black shoes, the one who carries his heart in his left hand, crossed the steel bridge at sunset. He could barely see his shadow. O ... more

  • Mike Acker (4/19/2014 11:41:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Low as reply....

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    • Mike Acker (4/19/2014 11:43:00 AM) Post reply

      Low The wind made its presence known by rustling the top branches sending shivers through their leaves. It marked its territory, up there. " You are low" , I heard it blow. Y ... more

  • Frank Ovid (4/19/2014 10:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Let's not all grovel with...(fecal) underpinnings?Myself is your {other} self. I am him...(?) I will NOT tolerate your insubordinate whispering....Such as it (is) ! Oh, lawdy-lawdy!

    -Confucius (475 BC, after consuming a particularly rancid piece of apple pie)

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    • Frank Ovid (4/19/2014 10:35:00 AM) Post reply

      Oops. Never mind. I'll just go back down to the Workshop.

  • delilah contrapunctal (4/18/2014 11:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    do not try to hitch a horse to these meandering posts......though anvil-like by nature they just do not seem to stay anchored.....'])

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  • Jefferson Carter (4/18/2014 9:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Lamont keeps saying I write non-musical short stories, meaning, I'd guess, I like anecdotes and choose to use colloquial diction, the language humans actually speak every day, but try to heighten it with line breaks and the subtle rhythms already present in any order of words. That's the challenge that interests me. " Recently, I was asked what I thought of a local poet's reading, someone who has won prizes, and I realized how much I disliked the clotted, bombastic nature of her poetry. That's exactly what I think of Lamont's poetic efforts: in his stubborn attempt to write " blank" verse, unrhymed iambic pentameter, or just heavily iambic verse, he comes up with sound that is both curdled and blustering. His ear is pure tin; his ambition unrelenting. He does, I admit, care passionately about his own work. If only he'd read a book on poetics, say, Paul Fussell's " Poetic Meter and Poetic Form, " and broaden his poetic horizons instead of relying on the poetics he half-learned in Freshman Literature.

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