Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(3/29/2015 3:38:00 AM)
One thousand meets
One thousand heartbeats
One thousand words
One thousand concurs
One thousand introductions
One thousand objections
One thousand ups/downs
One thousand crowns
One thousand sown
One thousand known
One thousand days
One thousand ways
One thousand lies
One thousand cries
One thousand emotions
One thousand potions
One thousand heartbreaks
One thousand forsakes
One thousand estranged
One thousand ashamed
One thousand amends
One thousand ends
(3/24/2015 11:23:00 AM)
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!
(3/20/2015 9:56:00 PM)
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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!
(3/20/2015 7:10:00 PM)
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! ! ???
(3/19/2015 10:24:00 AM)
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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.Replies for this message:
(3/21/2015 2:11:00 AM)
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
(3/20/2015 10:32:00 PM)
Since when does poetry have to make sense you ninny?You ever heard of e.e. cummings?You are clueless.
(3/20/2015 9:13:00 PM)
I like it. Shows some imagination. Dreamy and steamy. Enigmatic.1000 times better than Acker's horse-sh*t. God, he's the worst.
(3/20/2015 9:10:00 PM)
This reads like one black brother is ber ... more
... Dog God 8hate
(3/20/2015 8:02:00 PM)
. . And? Well too, there is diversit ... more
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(3/16/2015 10:11:00 AM)
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It won't let me respond to your post, but glad you're back Lamont.
(3/16/2015 8:53:00 AM)
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
(3/15/2015 8:36:00 PM)
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.
(3/14/2015 3:06:00 PM)
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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.Replies for this message:
(3/15/2015 8:23:00 PM)
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
(3/14/2015 10:26:00 PM)
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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! !
- Mike Acker (3/15/2015 8:23:00 PM) Post reply
(3/8/2015 2:10:00 PM)
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!