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  • Jack Growden (7/26/2014 3:06:00 AM) Post reply


  • Mike Acker (7/26/2014 3:02:00 AM) Post reply


    When the lofty creatures would descend,
    in all their splendor, I used to load up
    my needs and thoughts, then stack, and shift
    around what should never be taken along.

    Now, I just grab what I can of their
    indigo feathers, and hold on for dear life.
    I simply soar on the backs of these mag-
    nificent birds and let the rest of what

    must be made, be made.

    Mike Acker

  • Professor Plum (7/25/2014 8:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Well, I was going to tell Adam he wrote a pretty good sonnet, but now it's gone. Very rhythmic. Oh well. The last four lines needed work, but other than that not too bad.

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    • Professor Plum (7/25/2014 9:51:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Thank you Adam.

    • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 9:38:00 PM) Post reply

      Here it is again. Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's Day Written by Adam M. Snow Oh sweltering is summer's day of bliss, So hot the desert's kiss from sun above. And sweat that drops cause me ... more

    • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 9:37:00 PM) Post reply

      Thanks, I actually reposted it after I edited it

  • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 7:43:00 PM) Post reply

    I have never written a sonnet before, so I thought I would give it a shot.

    Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's Day
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
    So hot the desert's kiss from sun above.
    And sweat that drops cause me to reminisce -
    the past, a summer's day a child would love.

    A playtime in a grassy field of green
    and from a hose the water cool and free;
    oh such a joy is this midsummer's scene,
    the children's laughter flows in joyful spree.

    I wish that day would greet me just once more,
    The joy of feeling free on summer's day.
    Instead I am confined to cool indoors,
    Upon my laptop typing verse to sway.

    Midsummer's Day you make me such a fool -
    I fear your heat will be forever cruel.

  • Mandolyn ... (7/25/2014 7:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    nothing says lovin'
    like a poem hunter oven
    over bakin' rhythm
    prose is burnin' on the stove

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  • Dan Reynolds (7/25/2014 6:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I've just been trailing our old archives of banter with Michael Shepherd. We had wit instead of $hit and discussion without derision......mostly. Happier times.

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    • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/25/2014 10:42:00 PM) Post reply

      You are Spot On, Danny Boy...Them wuz' the days, my friend...And like yourself, a good friend and artist he was...Miss his wit, wisdom, verse and friendship...Thanks for this post Danny, despite the v ... more

  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 6:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Skyward I can see double from this Statosperic Welsbach seeding
    I know the government loves me and is only engaged in weeding
    the wicked from the righteous and the sufficient from the needing
    The wealthy require understanding while the starving need feeding
    Hep-C blood provided by the Red Cross's for folks who're bleeding
    Wait for the man, Lou Reed, for the beady beads of sweat beading
    If it's cracked advice you want it's cracked advice you'll be heeding
    The blest wicked lead is corrupted by interbred sovereigns leading

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  • Gulsher John (7/25/2014 11:39:00 AM) Post reply

    if i kill my PERSON
    with FALSE persona: a troll in disguise;
    what good it would bring?...
    nothing but an oblique smile
    that only mock myself.
    It's like a thunder of a galvanic storm,
    THAT brings only some empty clouds....
    and heap of dust.

  • Jefferson Carter (7/25/2014 11:31:00 AM) Post reply

    Here's " Metamorphosis, " the poem Tony Adah asked (below) Adam Snow to read and enjoy. " Away fritter, " " Bestowed with a bait, " " Deactivate from..., " " men's heart, " " truncate my metamorphosis, " man, oh, man, those are some truly goofy phrases, best explained by Tony's acquaintance with English as a second language? As I've asked non-native English speakers over and over, why, if English is your second language, do you insist on using it to compose incompetent verse? Write poetry in your first language, find a good EFL poet to help you translate, and then, maybe, just maybe, you'll have a competent poem. It's tough enough to write a good poem in one's first language. That is, if you think of poetry as an art form, not a species of masturbation.

    I am out of the cocoon,
    I will not away fritter this chance-
    Bestowed with a bait on my pen
    And my means to cartharsis
    I will be strong here
    Deactivate from a fledgling bard
    Thence a Muse of poetry
    I am a scion of the great Muses
    I am moving heavenward
    To touch the face of the great ones
    Here my voice
    Will calcify men's heart
    Over hills And valleys.
    And no growl
    From older lions will
    Ever truncate my metamorphosis
    On this platform
    I suppose a lion's den!

  • Jefferson Carter (7/25/2014 11:20:00 AM) Post reply

    Poemhumpers, management removed one of my observations about Thripp Dick. Amazing! Here's someone who spreads all over this site his paranoid toxins about Planned Parenthood, Maya Angelou, etc., and then gets upset about my reasoned responses! I suggest we all contact management the next time Thripp Dick stains these pages and ask them to remove his poison.

    Adam (Lamont?) , funny response! I love your satires of a callow youth pretending to care about poetry. Just for a moment, assuming you're NOT a persona, I'll ask you, where did I define POETRY?I defined verse, not poetry. You need to read better than you write.

    Again (I'm still pretending you're a real person) , your definition of poetry (and Tony Adah's definition too) sounds lewd, as if writing is a kind of masturbation for you, you know, relieving all that sexual/emotional pressure with your pencil instead of your hand. Adam (Lamont?) , yer so deliciously filthy! ! !

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