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  • Rookie - 615 Points Frank Ovid (12/9/2014 11:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies
    4 person liked.
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    Halfway through the pane of glass,
    still making gaslight eyes at Maud
    a leer crawled across your face.
    William Butler Yeats looked like he
    was going to cream your skinny
    and you were glad Einstein was right
    about the Time-Space continuum
    because now you can bust a beer
    over Bill’s noggin. The pub became pell-mell,
    time slowing down like sap inside a frosty
    It was 1916 like it’s always been 1916
    with shattering glass twinkled against
    street lamps, Maude’s jacket slightly
    I guess most times you’ll land over there
    with the dandelions stuck in cracked
    sidewalks trying to tickle your bloody

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    • Rookie - 615 Points Mandolyn ... (12/15/2014 10:16:00 AM) Post reply

      1916 was a great year i need to go back there sometime in the Spring. i can't decide between that year or 1784.... but whatever has good toast. speaking of toast i'll toast to this wacked out ... more

    • Rookie - 615 Points Bull Hawking (12/10/2014 9:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I like " rimpled" ......anyway.....I placed my dreams under your feat.... g

  • Gold Star - 21,206 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/9/2014 8:18:00 AM) Post reply

    I got an opportunity to read the poem Sonnet 14 If thou must love me let it for naught....By Elizabath Barret Browning. The poem seemed to me as a best poem and this typical sonnet on love for love's sake much likes. Such a warm and lovely expression in the sonnet I felt.

  • Rookie - 144 Points Shifty Moriarty (12/5/2014 12:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Sky Burial by Jill McDonough

    When my mother tells me she wants her ashes scattered
    in the water around Monhegan, I look at my sisters.

    Didn’t she tell us she wants to be scattered
    on the Red Ribbon Trail?I ask them. They nod. Mom,

    you can tell us whatever you want, but we’re not
    doing any of it. I just read this book about Tibet.

    We’re giving you a sky burial. When she asks
    What’s that?I tell her in Tibet they take the body,

    dismember it, chuck the limbs in the air and birds
    of prey come grab it bit by bit. It’s true. I make

    the breaking sounds, pretend to twist her limbs off
    at the hinges like I’m cracking open a chicken carcass,

    chuck them in the air to birds. Pop, chuck. Pop, chuck.
    I don’t like that, she says. What, this?I say, Pop, chuck?

    That’s what they do in Tibet?she says. No wonder
    the Chinese don’t like them. I’m glad they’re not free.

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    • Rookie - 144 Points Mandolyn ... (12/5/2014 7:47:00 PM) Post reply

      Ha! ! This is wonderful. We should hang out all the time, but not at Starbucks or in Asian markets.

    • Rookie - 144 Points Professor Plum (12/5/2014 1:03:00 PM) Post reply

      I love this! Reminds me of a " good" Jeff Carter. Funny as hell, with a hint of macabre. Actually, in this case not just a hint. A lot! Great choice Shifty!

  • Rookie - 77 Points Kathleen Neff (12/5/2014 11:37:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    To everyone who is listening or reading, I finally got my term paper done and turned in! Yay! ! I'm so happy, I mean writing a term paper on phobias is a pain in my arse... But now I have to focus on my family tree assignment noooo! Dang it. Well this is just a warning to you guys, I won't be on for a while, sorry.....


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  • Veteran Poet - 4,816 Points Savita Tyagi (12/5/2014 3:44:00 AM) Post reply

    I think poemHunter should try to revise the posting of the front page poems at least once a year. Having same poems on same days two or three years in a row is just too much.

  • Freshman - 1,905 Points Timothy Walters (12/4/2014 9:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Summer is hot,
    Winter is cold,
    My pain is growing,
    And so is yours.

  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (12/4/2014 7:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    RIP Mark Strand, one of the good ones.

    A Piece Of The Storm

    For Sharon Horvath

    From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
    A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
    And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
    From your book, saw it the moment it landed.

    That's all There was to it.
    No more than a solemn waking
    To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
    A time between times, a flowerless funeral.
    No more than that
    Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
    Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
    That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
    " It's time.
    The air is ready.
    The sky has an opening."

    - Mark Strand

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    • Rookie - 150 Points Daniel Brick (12/17/2014 6:58:00 PM) Post reply

      Poetry Hound, tell me: Did Mark Strand die just this month?I bought his COLLECTED POEMS from Amazon a few weeks ago and have been reading him as a living poet every day since it arrived! A reviewer in ... more

  • Bronze Star - 6,110 Points Tony Adah (12/1/2014 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I want some one to clean my dingle berries, where is Jefferson Carter?

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  • Freshman - 1,413 Points The Pundit (12/1/2014 10:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Is it better to give an honest review of someone's poetry (on this forum) , or just to say nothing at all?Does anyone have a clear opinion on this subject?I don't mean a Jefferson Carter kind of critique, but on a softer level. I would welcome your viewpoint.

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    • Freshman - 1,413 Points Mandolyn ... (12/6/2014 9:28:00 PM) Post reply

      yes. & go all carter style on their verbal fungus! i love when someone says mandolyn, this poem is the worst thing i've read all year. then they give me an analogy of how bad it is, like describi ... more

    • Freshman - 1,413 Points Nathan Beery (12/3/2014 8:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Brutal honesty tends to help more than false praise, being specific about what you don't like about a poem helps more than anything; just don't go too far with it. (It's better to let someone know tha ... more

    • Freshman - 1,413 Points Timothy Walters (12/2/2014 12:14:00 AM) Post reply

      Poets always need feedback, be they harsh or gentle, so that we can improve ourselves daily. We often don't realise our weaknesses until someone tells them to us.

  • Rookie - 254 Points Laughing@ You (12/1/2014 9:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Season's Greetings, Folks.....see this place is as dead as a beach city on the East coast during a blizzard....brrrrr....drafty.

    Well, whoever still creeps here, happy holidays, happy new year, merry saturnalia...


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    • Rookie - 254 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/3/2014 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

      My modest designs stem from inimical gods that insist my journey be spiked n' spanked. i started with imploring (somewhat) concord prayer, learning more and more from failed pursuits, likely ... more

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