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  • Rookie - 782 Points Jerry Hughes (12/12/2014 4:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    A merry clitoris ya'll. Cheers

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  • Gold Star - 13,878 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/12/2014 8:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Today I read the poem Tree of Joyce Kilmer. Unfortunately I was not so much heard about this great poet who has gone for ever in world war in such an younger age of 31. His biography states. I found his poems so realistic and beautiful in all respects. A great poetic mind.

  • Rookie - 426 Points Cadance Cunningham (12/12/2014 2:02:00 AM) Post reply

    do not be bound by anything. the secret to writing a good poem is that there is no secret

  • Freshman - 1,219 Points Ken E Hall (12/10/2014 1:19:00 AM) Post reply

    Just read a comment on one of my poems looked at the guys page and his comment list...low and behold his comments where the same for other poets poems...he was using copy and paste tactic if he does not change his ways everyone will know his name.

  • Freshman - 1,211 Points Timothy Walters (12/9/2014 9:59:00 PM) Post reply

    Simplicity

    Look upon this world
    With the eyes of a child
    And see everything as it was meant to be

  • Rookie - 577 Points Frank Ovid (12/9/2014 11:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Halfway through the pane of glass,
    still making gaslight eyes at Maud
    Gonne,
    a leer crawled across your face.
    William Butler Yeats looked like he
    was going to cream your skinny
    ass,
    and you were glad Einstein was right
    about the Time-Space continuum
    because now you can bust a beer
    bottle
    over Bill’s noggin. The pub became pell-mell,
    time slowing down like sap inside a frosty
    maple.
    It was 1916 like it’s always been 1916
    with shattering glass twinkled against
    street lamps, Maude’s jacket slightly
    rimpled.
    I guess most times you’ll land over there
    with the dandelions stuck in cracked
    sidewalks trying to tickle your bloody
    nose.

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    • Rookie - 577 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 - 577 Points Bull Hawking (12/10/2014 9:15:00 PM) Post reply

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

  • Gold Star - 13,878 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 - 122 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 - 122 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 - 122 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 - 53 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.....


    Sincerely,
    Kathleen

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,421 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.

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