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  • Adam M. Snow (8/19/2014 10:29:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    So I refuse to change my style to modern, so sue me.. I prefer the classic styles, that's where I'm more comfortable at and there's nothing wrong with that.

  • Jefferson Carter (8/19/2014 4:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies Stage

    Prof. Plumb says this is Adam's best poem and Keats would be proud of him. It may be Adam's best poem, but I'd imagine Keats would read it and then run, screaming, for the nearest receptacle to vomit in. Just check out the goofiness of lines 2 (the OBSCURE of night) , (12 (in ways a lamb once lost dare can) ,21 (grant hands?to this lambie) ,20 (and help the ones encage be free) , and, my favorite,28 (all of You and Your loving heap) ! ! Adam, please stop writing and please start reading! ! !

    This Lost Lamb
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh by the morning strike of day
    and by the calm obscure of night,
    my heart is Yours O God - I pray;
    grant this lost lamb Your holy sight.

    Give this lost lamb the sight to see,
    truth that lies in the love of Thee.
    Show me the world in Your own eyes
    and make O God, this dumb man wise.

    Grant this lost lamb the words to speak,
    the Word O God of Yours to man,
    the Word of truth for which they seek
    in ways a lamb once lost dare can.

    Grant this lost lamb an ear to hear,
    and hear Your voice so crystal clear.
    Speak Ye - O God with words of love,
    let this lamb hear Your voice above.

    Grant this lost lamb the feet to lead,
    so I may guide a crowd to Thee.
    Help this lamb O God to succeed,
    and help the ones encage be free.

    Grant this lost lamb the hands to aid,
    and help the fallen and afraid,
    and help the lost ones to be found.
    Help me guide them to solid ground.

    Lead this lost lamb - O God, to Thee;
    save this lamb from the sunless deep.
    Open my eyes so I could see,
    all of You and Your loving heap.

    Let this lost lamb be born again,
    to live for You - O God, Amen

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    • Mike Acker (8/19/2014 10:32:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Lamont Palmer (8/19/2014 8: 13: 00 PM) Post reply Stage .......Thats his biggest (and I think, insurmountable) flaw. -LP It is really funny to see Palmer criticizing (poor) Adam's work. I thi ... more

    • Professor Plum (8/19/2014 8:32:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I dig some of these lines. 'Your loving heap' is hysterical! Don't take it so seriously Carter. The kid's trying his a*s off.

    • Lamont Palmer (8/19/2014 8:13:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      I like Adam's sense of rhythm, but he writes like he's never read or been influenced at all by modern poetry. Thats his biggest (and I think, insurmountable) flaw. -LP

  • Mohammad Skati (8/19/2014 3:00:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I'm going to look for the newest books of poetry and about poetry, so we can all discuss fully together. Thanks.

  • Nikhil Parekh (8/19/2014 11:03:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    1 God (522 pages) . To find this Book at Amazon.com Kindle Store in the ebook format, visit - http://www.amazon.com/1-God-Nikhil-Parekh-ebook/dp/B003XVYIM4.

    A ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life that I Nikhil Parekh, have smelt by the grace of God - I'm grateful to him for enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough to describe his unparalleled splendor, in a few words and in the shape of this book. A salient tribute to his undefeated power.

    The compilation of poems depicts the Omniscient Creator in his infinite unconquerable shapes and forms. Goes to irrefutably prove that there is just one Creator, you choose to call him by whatever name - and for everyone one of us till the time we live. This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord. It quintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in his infinite forms. Goes to victoriously prove at every step, that no matter how hard the devil tries to annihilate the planet - an inconspicuous tap of the Lord's finger makes him crumble to his very last non-existent frigid roots.

    Poems depicting the ' Omnipotent ' glory of the Creator in an infinite forms that the poet could ever conceive. Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heart these poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence of Godhead. Every poetic piece shows Parekh's unparalleled love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who've timelessly admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their lives. Those who've lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste, creed, color and religion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in mind, body and spirit with the Creator.

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  • Black On Black Arts (8/19/2014 8:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    hi please check out my new poems defining moment and kissing a fool rate and comment I will greatly appreciate the feedback

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    • Jefferson Carter (8/19/2014 2:36:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Black, i read those 2 poems and didn't think much of them. All I can do is suggest you read lots of good contemporary poets before you put pen to paper again. They'll guide you, inspire you, and, wh ... more

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (8/19/2014 1:01:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    As soon as I awake, begin a new book to read, open wide and no hesitate to mention that the book is That New Day which recommends my presence every time.

  • Jefferson Carter (8/18/2014 8:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies Stage

    Poemhumpers, to get the taste of Adam's latest inept stab at poetry (" Bloody Lamb Poo" ;) out of my mouth and to help me forget Dan Reynold's a-little-better-but-still-goofy poem, I'm posting this excellent piece by Danez Smith. Whew-o, I feel a little better already!


    Not an Elegy for Mike Brown

    I am sick of writing this poem
    but bring the boy. his new name

    his same old body. ordinary, black
    dead thing. bring him & we will mourn
    until we forget what we are mourning

    & isn’t that what being black is about?
    not the joy of it, but the feeling

    you get when you are looking
    at your child, turn your head,
    then, poof, no more child.

    that feeling. that’s black.

    \
    think: once, a white girl

    was kidnapped & that’s the Trojan war.

    later, up the block, Troy got shot
    & that was Tuesday. are we not worthy

    of a city of ash?of 1000 ships
    launched because we are missed?

    always, something deserves to be burned.
    it’s never the right thing now a days.

    I demand a war to bring the dead boy back
    no matter what his name is this time.

    I at least demand a song. a song will do just fine.

    \
    look at what the lord has made.
    above Missouri, sweet smoke.

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    • Professor Plum (8/19/2014 8:25:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Dudes, I'm just glad everyone's responding. It was getting boring around here. I like opinions.

    • Lamont Palmer (8/19/2014 8:01:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      My opinion of this poem is somewhere in between Plum and JC's. Is it a great poem?No. It flirts too much with sentimentality. But its an entertaining read, reminding me of the old free verse style of ... more

    • Gulsher John (8/19/2014 7:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      veritably a fine piece... ya it's Not an Elegy for Mike Brown but a beautiful 'hymn'.

    • Professor Plum (8/19/2014 7:36:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

      A third grader could write a better poem ... more

  • Adam M. Snow (8/18/2014 4:51:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    A poem from a lost lamb to God

    This Lost Lamb
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh by the morning strike of day
    and by the calm obscure of night,
    my heart is Yours O God - I pray;
    grant this lost lamb Your holy sight.

    Give this lost lamb the sight to see,
    truth that lies in the love of Thee.
    Show me the world in Your own eyes
    and make O God, this dumb man wise.

    Grant this lost lamb the words to speak,
    the Word O God of Yours to man,
    the Word of truth for which they seek
    in ways a lamb once lost dare can.

    Grant this lost lamb an ear to hear,
    and hear Your voice so crystal clear.
    Speak Ye - O God with words of love,
    let this lamb hear Your voice above.

    Grant this lost lamb the feet to lead,
    so I may guide a crowd to Thee.
    Help this lamb O God to succeed,
    and help the ones encage be free.

    Grant this lost lamb the hands to aid,
    and help the fallen and afraid,
    and help the lost ones to be found.
    Help me guide them to solid ground.

    Lead this lost lamb - O God, to Thee;
    save this lamb from the sunless deep.
    Open my eyes so I could see,
    all of You and Your loving heap.

    Let this lost lamb be born again,
    to live for You - O God, Amen

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/18/2014 10:35:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I likes to get the poems of Tomas transformer's great poems in poem hunter.com.if it is available for reading.

  • Dan Reynolds (8/18/2014 6:49:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Just noticed today's poem of the day is I rember by Thomas Hood. This inspired one of my first poems here, back in 2005.(Where have the years gone.....?

    I Don’t Remember?©
    This poem does not represent my own feelings on the subject matter, but my attempt to wear the shoes of someone else.
    (With their permission.) Oh, and a partial parody of a Thomas Hood poem.

    I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
    the house where I was born.
    The window broken by the burglar,
    on that fateful morn.
    Nor, now can I remember,
    my initial puzzlement,
    which quickly changed to fear,
    then anger, then resent.

    I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
    if I was fully aware,
    of the hallway floorboards creaking,
    caused by one who should not have been there.
    And whether I had planned it,
    in silence, nothing said,
    as I reached for the pool cue,
    which we kept beneath the bed.

    I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
    If I hit him once or twice.
    Nor if the sound of wood on skull
    could be described as nice.
    And could we really have tied him up,
    to stop him from escaping?
    This vermin who’d defiled our home,
    with wounded head, now gaping.

    I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
    If we called the police straight away.
    Or why we’d decide, before they arrived,
    to make this bastard pay.
    Two broken arms, caused by a fall?
    “Whilst trying to defend, sir! ”
    (So in the prison toilet block,
    you’ll find out who your friends are!)

    I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
    If we learn from past mistakes.
    If ignorance can nullify the memory’s pains and aches.
    If your conscience stops you repeating,
    certain things you did back then?
    I’m glad I don’t remember,
    so I could do it all over again.

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