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  • Mike Acker (3/22/2014 10:58:00 PM) Post reply

    Do I Love You?

    Do I love you?
    Yes, of course
    I do.
    Did I always?
    Yes, of course
    I did.
    It's when
    you ask:
    " Then, why?" ,
    that I can
    give no answer.

    I simply did
    what I had to do.

    I told the lies
    and whispered
    the bitter-sweet
    you needed to hear
    and acted the roles
    and painted the smiles
    on the masks
    I had to wear
    that covered
    the pains.

    I built the sets
    which you needed
    to walk through
    in order for you
    to stay with me.

    For, it was always
    about the whys
    and not the lies.
    It was never the lines
    but what's between,
    where the meanings died.

    All that smoke
    and all those mirrors
    and the mirages
    I needed to make
    all for you
    and never for me.

    We had to dance
    The Dance,
    that grand
    Dance of Deceits.
    It's what gives
    the life which
    gives no damn
    about our hows,
    and, of course,
    our whys.
    Mike Acker

  • Stan Grossman (3/22/2014 10:22:00 PM) Post reply

    Go Tarheels!

  • Nathan Coppedge (3/22/2014 12:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    This is one of the most lyrical poems I have ever found. And I wrote it myself. For your reading pleasure. Comment if interested in style, form, etc.

    That House

    I grew beyond the reaches of the floors
    Beyond the bounds themselves bound
    by their binded doors

    I knew beyond the reaches of this house
    lay one painted with a mingling paint
    fastened against this new-found

    And I grew, I grew to know
    how others ventured still

    beneath the eaves with timorous ear
    or under shadows at the attic stair.
    surrounded by the glutton of the house
    espoused from stars, dignified from glass
    growing empty in this faint distress.

    I quit the word when I lay dear,
    I quieted the noisy pause
    that quickened my puppet heart
    in the absence of an hour removed
    from that flashing death of changing light

    The quiet song lingered on my tongue
    as though to linger on its quiet song
    as though to sing quietly my lingering
    as though to linger on my quiet, singing
    how silence falls, and everything springs up

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    • Jefferson Carter (3/24/2014 3:53:00 PM) Post reply

      Nathan, I admire your interest in sounds and " texture" though your repetitions become tiresome and some awkward phrases (espoused from stars, their binded doors) harm the " lyrical&qu ... more

  • Nathan Coppedge (3/22/2014 12:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A variety of excellent poems by Nathan Coppedge present at Poemhunter.

    That House, Escape, Do Not Follow in the Footsteps, etc.

    Mad poems, elucidating poems, knowledge poems, emotional poems.

    Forthcoming book titled " The Old Incantations, " even though I'm only 31.

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  • metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (3/22/2014 6:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    James Timothy Jarrett has posted a nice, what might be called a 'list poem' below, and I thought it might be nice to see what others can do along those lines. Rhymed, unrhymed...whatever. I'll start off, posted as a reply:

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  • Dan Reynolds (3/21/2014 11:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Would Sherrie please refrain from responding directly to my posts?

  • James Timothy Jarrett (3/21/2014 10:52:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Things I shouldn't know

    Possums not only smell nice, but if they really like you, they will put your hand in their pouch and groom you

    Cold raccoon hands on your butt are creepy

    A rattlesnake will bite the hand that feeds it

    Flying squirrels in your bedroom are hard to catch, but cute as hell

    Deep down inside, a wild rabbit will always think you want to eat it

    What it feels like to bounce off the ceiling when a house explodes because of a gas leak

    It is frightening when a squirrel goes into your mouth after peanuts and they are already gone

    When you get hit by lightning it sounds like rock and roll

    Lightning will strike twice

    You must feed a baby rabbit " Special poop" from an adult for it to survive

    When you jump from a third floor roof, your legs will go numb....Until the pain hits

    It is really bad if a rattlesnake wraps around your steering column while driving

    You can walk almost half a mile with a broken hip and pelvis

    What pee tastes like

    The sound your neck makes when it breaks

    You can catch a water moccasin 3 times by the neck before he catches on and bites you

    A woman will make you carry her through a mud puddle, even after you have been bitten by a water moccasin through an act of your own stupidity

    Yes, I am well aware it is not poetry. It is only to lighten up on Friday. I am sure everyone has their own list.

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    • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (3/22/2014 12:43:00 PM) Post reply

      I love the irony of the title, Mr. Jarrett. I also like the aphoristic style....little nuggets of shock-effect. I love it. Thanks for sharing.

    • Lamont Palmer (3/21/2014 6:50:00 PM) Post reply

      Sort of has a James Tate feel to the lines. Cleverly surreal. Did you write this yourself? Usually you post your name with your own work. -LP

    • Frank Ovid (3/21/2014 4:26:00 PM) Post reply

      Love it! (I have a weird sense of humor though)

  • Addy Adenawo (3/21/2014 8:27:00 AM) Post reply

    Happy poetry day fellow poets!

  • Stan Grossman (3/20/2014 9:49:00 PM) Post reply

    I don't feel good about our match-up with Michigan St. They do the same thing we do only better. We'll see.

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (3/20/2014 7:22:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    If Lamont Palmer would refrain from commenting directly to my posts, I shall do likewise.; o)

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