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  • Veteran Poet - 1,316 Points Dan Reynolds (3/24/2015 11:23:00 AM) Post reply
    4 person liked.
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    How are you coping with the new anonimity of the forum?You can't even access the poet's pages by clicking on their names here!

  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points The Pundit (3/20/2015 9:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I disagree with Plum's assessment of Mr. Acker's poetry. He has a way with words. When I read his poetry it's like someone slapped me across the face. Acker's poetry hurts (in a good way) . It hurts 'real bad'. Rock on Ack!

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (3/20/2015 7:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Palmer, yet another one " dead on arrival" or DOA as they say.
    " showy muscles" whhhat????
    " Their strength is unknown, and they can't use it; " huhhhh! ???
    " Going awry at the very taste of awry" double huhhhhh! ! ??
    ...I can't go on any more!
    This is terrible writing! Forty plus years of writing! ! ???

  • Freshman - 837 Points Lamont Palmer (3/19/2015 10:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 7 replies

    Ex-cons, Nice Guys



    These men don't give an ear to their issues.
    In and out of the joint, their ambitions are the dimmest
    Of lights; it is so soft in their showy muscles, that


    Their strength is unknown, and they can't use it;
    No advantage against the self-made
    Mess, spread prone, like sunlight on grass.


    Home is everywhere, but they still can't stay.
    Beginnings are manifestations
    Going awry at the very taste of awry, loving

    Sloe gin, held in the mouth beyond New Year's eve.
    in his wife's eyes, there is little left to perish.
    If only stolen cars needn't be returned,
    If only Newports were new ports to witness.


    They're kind to you, but can't get a footing themselves;
    City streets clashing; chemicals like water justify
    Ambivalence; but ghettos love the devotees


    Who conquer the land, then are finally conquered.
    Stumbling through; they are children of Camus,
    Nomadic, without a glimmer of reason.

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    • Freshman - 837 Points Lamont Palmer (3/21/2015 2:11:00 AM) Post reply

      That's the problem with Mike Slacker's 'poetry', if I may. It makes too much sense, with its banalities and lack of imagination. Its syntactically boring and tries to say too much. I can get what he d ... more

    • Freshman - 837 Points Professor Plum (3/20/2015 10:32:00 PM) Post reply

      Since when does poetry have to make sense you ninny?You ever heard of e.e. cummings?You are clueless.

    • Freshman - 837 Points Professor Plum (3/20/2015 9:13:00 PM) Post reply

      I like it. Shows some imagination. Dreamy and steamy. Enigmatic.1000 times better than Acker's horse-sh*t. God, he's the worst.

    • Freshman - 837 Points Mike Acker (3/20/2015 9:10:00 PM) Post reply

      This reads like one black brother is ber ... more

    • Freshman - 837 Points ... Dog God 8hate (3/20/2015 8:02:00 PM) Post reply

      . . And? Well too, there is diversit ... more


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points The Pundit (3/16/2015 10:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    It won't let me respond to your post, but glad you're back Lamont.

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  • Freshman - 837 Points Lamont Palmer (3/16/2015 8:53:00 AM) Post reply

    Thanks Slacker. Its always good to hear what an unimaginative cretin like you thinks. But if its all the same, I'll go with Plum's assessment. Frankly, he's smarter than you. -LP

  • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (3/15/2015 8:36:00 PM) Post reply

    After 40+ years of attempting to write poetry, and this is the best and latest you come up with?

    You are truly the Master of darkening and muddying shallow waters. You seem to have perfected the art writing with no depth and yet the reader will feel they have not seen a bottom.

    " Where blackness shines following a soft beating" , oh please, Palmer! ! Spare us this nonsense.

    For an " experienced(40+ years! ?) poet as you, there is way too much tell and very little show. Just count the adjectives you have had to use. And I hope the last line,
    " from dreamy keyboards" (dreamy, how?, why?) , was a joke, maybe this poem was an attempt at subtle humor by you. I wouldn't be surprised.

    I thought maybe you would finally show some talent, but hey I always saw you as a modern and sadder version of Antonio Salieri.

    I hope you don't take all this personally!

    I see your little Chihuahua(plummy boy) is still running around your feet.

  • Freshman - 837 Points Lamont Palmer (3/14/2015 3:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Dying Tree





    Dark as Trakl on the side of wet fall streets,

    Each leaf, prone and filled with the color of

    Diminished life, lays on the grassy excess,

    Where blackness shines following a soft beating

    Of its surface, not affecting the inner purpose.

    Its a painting by nature's fingers, foisted

    On the fears which are visible and played upon;

    Whether everything returns to wholeness is

    The requisite thought behind fragile stares.

    We tried to place ourselves in its depths, to veer

    From only one way of seeing, to a

    Vast and deeper scope; touching greater rings

    Around the center of doomed bark, and not

    Egos, where we learned initially to imbibe.

    One praises the understated burials

    That send themselves like memes from dreamy keyboards.

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    • Freshman - 837 Points Mike Acker (3/15/2015 8:23:00 PM) Post reply

      After 40+ years of attempting to write poetry, and this is the best and latest you come up with? You are truly the Master of darkening and muddying shallow waters. You seem to have perfected the ... more

    • Freshman - 837 Points Professor Plum (3/14/2015 10:26:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Terrific poem! ! ! DG8 and this guy are saviors of the forum poetry. Carter is long gone. He doesn't have it anymore. Elderly. Prune juice-y. Nothin' left in the old tank. Hail to new guard! !

  • Rookie - 145 Points Renee Maritz (3/8/2015 2:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Milliseconds of Life

    Yesterday, today and tomorrow
    The days keep on blurring as the years go
    Time is a luxury we do not have
    We can only count on the blessing from above

    Lucky for us there are so many…
    Keep moving forward and don’t count every penny
    Live in the moment and don’t regret
    Grab every opportunity, but don’t lose your head

    Sing to every song and keep dancing in the rain
    Never give up, just live through the pain
    Tomorrow will be better, I promise this to be true
    So stand up, keep your head high and always be you!

  • Rookie - 477 Points ... Dog God 8hate (3/5/2015 11:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Why is the link to the forum missing from the top-page orange bar???
    Is it just me, or is this circumstance ascribed to all?
    . .

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