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  • Poetry Hound (6/3/2005 9:11:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    For those who may have missed this in the Parekh flood, there was this gem of a poem by new member Kate Murray. Sorry about the length, but I thought folks might enjoy it.

    Come, fickle Muse, ungracious Bitch

    Come, fickle Muse, ungracious Bitch,
    Sing to me of the anger which
    Rifles the broken heart for words
    And leaves it prey to dogs and birds.

    Let them take what they will take,
    I still spit venom for your sake,
    Regurgitating vicious verse
    Each time things go from bad to worse.

    Claiming direct descent from Lust
    And his uncomely spouse, Disgust
    (the chance of some adultery
    with Indolence and Vanity

    Exists) , it is my chief delight
    To perpetrate in all men’s sights
    Anthologies of sins, and hei-
    nous acts of carnal poetry.

    Youth naked in the beckoning bed,
    The Bitch is waiting to be fed:
    Come, come, and come, and try your luck:
    All she needs is one good f***.

    The ones before you failed (they tried)
    To keep her three mouths occupied:
    The ruse that served Ulysses well
    When he got out alive from Hell.

    The way is long, the way is steep,
    And at its foot the pit is deep:
    Fall, foolish bugger, be my guest,
    Assume the pose my Muse loves best:

    Buffoon of the eternal farce
    Spread-eagled, with your upturned arse
    Exhibited for all to see
    In Catherine Murray’s poetry.

    A score and six of years like these
    (Filled mostly with depravities)
    Defame my Muse to not a few:
    But when she says “Pay up! ” I do.

    Painters of the Madonna make
    Her set her foot upon a snake,
    But my lubricious Muse is wise
    And breaks its back between her thighs.

    Likewise the Virgin in the yarn
    Receives devotion in a barn:
    Going one better, my barren Muse
    Plunks backward on the straw and screws.

    Rage and revulsion lace the art
    Of us she treasures in her heart,
    Our dearest gift, that while you curse
    Our acts, our Lady, or our verse,

    We slip the latch and break the gate
    To all that you abominate,
    Stoke up your heart to fog your head
    And drag you by the balls to bed.

    Better to give the bitch her due:
    As Ovid and Catullus knew,
    And Sophocles, and Sigmund Freud,
    She isn’t gentle when annoyed.

    (1980)

    Kate Murray

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (6/3/2005 8:54:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I am sorry to butt in again. John Hall, who happens to be part of my extended family, has left this site in total disgust, trying to bribe me to do likewise with offers of BBQ's boasting an unlimited supply of Paulaner Pils.
    In his haste to leave he screwed up the 'profile Page' and is thus not reachable any more.
    He has received 14 requests for the message by poetryhound about the Zyklon B and has asked me to supply a copy to anyone else who asks.

    So, please direct your inquiries to the one who signs below, I do not think you will be sorry.
    Sad and disgusted, yes. Sorry, no.
    Best wishes to all
    Herbert

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  • Allan James Saywell (6/3/2005 6:51:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    england swings like a pendulem do
    bobbies ride bicycle's two by two
    steady snow white, relax calm down
    dont be a clown, dont frown smile
    you could be on candid camera

  • kenneth william snow (6/3/2005 5:47:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Salutations Collette!
    Are you welcome?
    You bet
    Best wishes and more
    For peace at
    Your door
    Good tidings for you
    Prayers, grace
    Wisdom too
    Bring hope to this place
    Eradicate hate
    Every trace


    kenneth

  • Mary Nagy (6/3/2005 5:34:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hello Collette! Hopefully just your presence will make this a much friendlier place. Good luck. Sincerely, Mary

  • Allan James Saywell (6/2/2005 9:08:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    yes you also have the power to remove messages posted to the forum which i will complain about as a invasion of privacy, one by poem hound as regards herbert
    that was pretty close to slander

  • Allan James Saywell (6/2/2005 4:25:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    some one has taken it oh dear that was quick

  • Allan James Saywell (6/2/2005 3:42:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    and good morning neumann my little seinfelt

  • Allan James Saywell (6/2/2005 3:39:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    and i give a big good morning to NIKHIL PAREKH our new member

  • Raynette Eitel (6/2/2005 3:10:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I just came on this morning and want to skip back to the notion of rating of poems. I think Lamont said that it is too subjective. Well then, what do you think goes on when you send your poems to various editors? Get used to having your work judged subjectively. Of course you don't get a helpful comment from everyone...so you can either take the number rating or leave it. But in case you've never sent a poem off like an innocent young child on his way to kindergarten, you may not know that editors most often don't have time to critique you and don't let you know why your wonderful poem is rejected...or if they do decide to publish you, then you may wonder why this poem and not that. It's a cruel world out there...and take whatever ratings you have.

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