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  • Mike Acker (5/22/2014 10:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Shelter as reply...

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    • Mike Acker (5/22/2014 10:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      The Shelter Sliced and diced, shredded and chopped, fried brains and sauteed thoughts, mixed with the biting vinegar of foul abuse. The kind that strikes fear, and sows perfect demons, ... more

  • Adam M. Snow (5/22/2014 3:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I'm working on another poem, this is what I got so far. What do you think?

    Stay inside my memory
    Leave me not alone
    To fall from you into reality
    Mourning the fragrance of your soul

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    • Alexander Rizzo (5/23/2014 9:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      you know, there are hollywwod directors who admire silent films, but they don't make them because they're....out of fashion, and filmmaking has long since moved on. just a hint, sir

    • N P. (5/22/2014 10:14:00 PM) Post reply

      Perhaps add some concrete imagery. The next stanza could go into a simile. -Nick

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (5/22/2014 10:41:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Good morning from hazy, May gray California. I was reading poetry out on the patio with my steaming hot cup of dark roast coffee....enjoying the pre-summer coolness...and I found this poem...IMO, fun, fun, fun....enjoy... or don't...wishing you all a most excellent day:


    The pregnancy of words

    By Bob Hicok b.1960

    Eros scrabbles to rose and rage
    to gear or gare, as in Gare du Nord,
    where I trained in to Paris from not
    smoking pot in Master Mad, I’m sorry,
    Amsterdam, with its canals
    called grachts and clocks
    that bonged my homesick hours
    at different times. Which is smite
    for you violet types, a flower
    that says “love it” if you listen. Me, I do
    and don’t feel it matters that evil thrives
    in live, that we tinker and smash
    everything down to bits and then
    try to patch a path back home, it’s our lotto
    in life, to have no clue
    what a natural disaster is
    when that disaster is us. That’s what I love
    about the shrug, it says zilch
    sans le mouth and becomes
    more aerobic the more you admit
    the less you know, you know?It’s a jumble
    out there, kids, with slips and slides
    and elide’s eally ool, depending
    what’s lopped off, as in light of ??hand
    or slight of and, but I better spot
    before you pots how sparse
    this parsing is. Besides, what can I say
    about language other than it’s an anal egg
    in need of one glorious u. Words
    or sword?—?pick your poisson. Every time
    I try to peak into speaking, the bag
    of gab to learn what our noodles
    are really up to, I get flummoxed
    that the tools I use
    are the stool I stand on
    to see a way in or out. I can’t even tell
    if? I’m more trapped or rapt,
    if meaning’s mean or play’s
    a dumb waiter riding numbly
    up and down. But have you noticed
    read becomes dear
    if you ignore the world
    as you find it and find it in you
    to swirl the word, in the way
    solve and loves are the same
    bones, different skeletons.

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  • Gulsher John (5/22/2014 8:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    An idea or suggestion:
    let's create a list or Glossary where Abstractions(poet's feeling, emotions etc) gets pictured
    i.e. where one paints images rather than writes.

    note: JC would help generously this " list" as He is the sole authority on the subject on PH

    (sad) should phrase as Dusk or darkness
    (joy) may take the form of blooming rose, morning dew, child smile etc

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    • Jefferson Carter (5/23/2014 10:02:00 AM) Post reply

      No way to post such a list, and, in fact, though contrary to the common advice given to beginning poets (show, don't tell) , abstractions can be powerful if used with originality (see John Ashbery's w ... more

  • Gulsher John (5/21/2014 9:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Jefferson Carter comments (5/20/2014 9: 36: 00 PM)
    B, the only way readers can identify emotionally and personally with your poems is to use " figures of speech (images, metaphors, similes) that engage them in seeing and feeling.
    Using an abstract word like " sad" only tells the reader what you're feeling; it doesn't make the reader experience the sadness."

    SIMPLE & amazing but difficult to handle.
    love ti

  • Gulsher John (5/21/2014 9:38:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does POETRY heals or purges emotions as it claims so???

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  • Adam M. Snow (5/20/2014 11:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I admit, I prefer the classics than the modern poets these days. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are many great poets these days, I'm just old fashioned I guess.

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  • Mike Acker (5/20/2014 10:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Coiling Cobras as reply

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    • Mike Acker (5/20/2014 10:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Coiling Cobras Start at the bottom of empty holds of rusting tankers. Turn over fallen, cherry blossom petals. Check just above the tip of a coiling cobra's fang. Try the crunchy taste of ... more

  • Jefferson Carter (5/20/2014 9:31:00 PM) Post reply

    OK, I finally get it. Adam Snow is one of our assbreath pseudonyms who's pretending to think he's a good poet! That explains why this poem is so horribly horrible! Yer making fun of bad poets! Good one!

  • Adam M. Snow (5/20/2014 6:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Take My Sorrow if You Dare
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Take my sorrow if you dare,
    my pain-filled eyes in which I stare.
    All I have a fool's regret;
    stillborn memory I long to forget.

    Take my place amid despair.
    Take my sorrow in which I bear.
    Take my place and pay my debt,
    free me from the sorrow depth.

    Take my sorrow if you dare,
    my beating heart a snare;
    my allusive thing to fret,
    the beating thing to forget -
    my sorrow in which I bear.
    Take my sorrow if you dare.

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    • Ben Brent (5/20/2014 11:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I think this is a great poem about take my sorrow its really like telling to step in your shoe for them to feel what you are going thought

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