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  • Stephanie van Oudtshoorn (10/9/2005 5:49:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I know we can see all our forum posts in one place but there isn't any way that we can see all the comments people subit about our work, is there?
    I just want to know if there is otherwise, personally, i think it would be something great to add to the site. I like reading comments for feedback and criticism so it would be great if they were easily accessible...

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  • ***** ***** (10/9/2005 5:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    HI all,

    Just a spurious enquiry... why do 'Kevin and Ann Sawatzky' come up on most poet searches I do, however unrelated by letter? Have they set up some strategy for placing themselves in the top ten of every poet search in PH?

    sorry.. had to ask.

    Sonja

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    • Herbert Nehrlich1 (10/9/2005 9:31:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Kevin and Ann are oldtimers. Born in 1911 to Vladislav T. and his lawfully wedded wife Nina Irena, Kevin was baptised by the Ukrainian High Priest with a view of a future in the West.(thus the Wester ... more

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (10/9/2005 8:17:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I hope Mal has retained his sense of humour and will forgive a fellow poet his inferior work. It was heartfelt and it made me feel as if I had known Mal.

    Written quite some time ago when informed by Jerry about Mal's death.

    For Mal


    My life has gone so quickly,
    and suddenly, my God!
    I woke up very sickly
    it was my aging bod.

    I've always been a dancer
    I even learned the Twist
    and now it is the cancer
    that put me on his list.

    He came up to my table
    I didn't want to dance.
    I said I wasn't able
    but he had his demands.

    He took me on the stage
    taught me another dance
    and then he turned the page
    I didn't have a chance.

    A knock on my oak portal
    it was that skinny Reaper
    he said 'You silly mortal
    I will now be your keeper.'

    He took me as a dancer
    right to the Pearly Gate
    I left behind my cancer
    and made an early date.

    There was an angel, pretty
    she eyed me with a glance,
    and I was feeling witty
    and asked her for a dance.

    So, greetings to all dancers
    that stayed back on the ground
    don't fear those nasty cancers
    just dance another round.

    And thanks for all the flowers
    the funeral and all
    I lasted many hours
    before my final fall.

    But friends were standing with me
    that meant an awful lot
    to those of you who miss me
    forgotten you are not.

    Herbert Nehrlich

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    • Max Reif (10/9/2005 10:06:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      some nice rhymes and turns of phrase and thought, Herbert. I imagine these ABAB quatrains are like little dances in themselves, each one's a 'swing your partner'.

  • Max Reif (10/8/2005 9:11:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I wish we could each of us restrict pasting LONG, quoted articles to one or so a day. An alternative is to paste in links, which give a potential reader an option and don't take up so much Forum space. The longies drive others' comments onto the 2nd page, they become a kind of monopoly, in my opinion, after awhile.

  • Michael Shepherd (10/8/2005 11:50:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    While Andy and Lamont load their duelling pistols... the 1 1/2 page essay on 'Prose Poem' by MaryAnn Caws in the Princeton Ency.of P'nP is quite a surprise - although one or two paragraphs read like Gonzo (no relation) in Waiting for Godot...She blames the strict French rules of neoclassicism for making an oxymoronic dividing line, but after lisiting the numerous French poet-writers, she includes in her 'team', Rilke, Kafka, Wilde, Turgenev, Borges, Neruda, Stein, Whitman, Wright, Bly, Merwin, Edson, Ashbery, Hollander, Williams, and Bernstein. (She might have added Kooser in his Bohemian book.) Add them all together and divide by 16, and you have the typical essence of prose-poetry...

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (10/7/2005 10:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Just a quick check. I wrote the first version in response to Jerry's tear poem. Then, at the suggestion of Raynete I added a rhyming version, something I never do is fiddle with my poems once they are hatched.
    Which version is better?
    Any comments?
    Best
    H

    Of Yesterday


    I cried the tears of yesterday.
    And as they dropped they called
    to let me know that they had reached
    the soil that had empowered me
    and, thus, they would sink in
    to greater depths than man would know
    so they could then assemble, as in a choir
    to sing in happy celebration
    and give to me my holy destiny.

    What makes me what I am today
    it is the tears of yesterday.


    Rhyming Version (To Please Raynette)

    I cried the tears of yesterday.
    And as they dropped they called
    to let me know that they had rolled
    across the soil that had empowered me
    and, they would seep down through the mire
    and travel down with fearless boots
    there to assemble as a choir
    encircling my life's own roots,
    a thousand tears will sing for me,
    all dancing lightly on my soul
    as keepers of my destiny
    the touch of God to make me whole.

    What makes me what I am today
    it is the tears of yesterday.

    Herbert Nehrlich

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    • Mary Nagy (10/8/2005 5:04:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      You know I will always lean towards the rhyming version of anything. But of course they both are wonderful poems.

  • Jerry Hughes (10/7/2005 6:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Changing tack: The Paul England saga is getting more then a tad boring. So Movers and Shakers, here's a poem by Mal Morgan. Someone who knew about writing great poetry:

    TEARS

    I cried the tears
    of a child
    when I learned
    my chilhood
    would no longer
    cradel me.
    Salt of the earth
    water
    from my subterranean
    stream.

    Now my tears
    neither diminish
    nor empower me.
    I am still
    somewant shorter
    than a tree
    taller
    than a stone.

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    • Herbert Nehrlich1 (10/7/2005 8:03:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      I cried the tears of yesterday. And as they dropped they called to let me know that they had reached the soil that had empowered me and, thus, they would sink in to greater depths than man would ... more

  • Allan James Saywell (10/6/2005 9:40:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    my poem about the differences about the English language between Americans and
    the british is posted 'MARCIE'

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  • Poetry Snob (aka Jefferson Carter) (10/6/2005 7:01:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    If you want to read a really wonderful poem, check out Michael Gessner's 'Promiscuity.' I know my bad girl Sherrie will be piqued by the title, but there's so much more going on here besides smut although the sexuality of the piece helps it shine. JC

  • Marcy Jarvis (10/6/2005 8:46:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Does anyone know of a (preferably humorous) poem about the differences between British and American English? Or maybe feel moved to compose one?

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