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  • Paul Butters (6/11/2014 5:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    " Prose" keeps getting a mention in poetic discussion. THIS is prose -

    " For the procedures of publishing, duplicating, distributing and listing of the poems published on PoemHunter.Com in any other media, US copyright laws, international copyright agreements and other relevant legislation are applicable. Such procedures may require the permission of the individuals holding the legal publishing rights of the poems. The one concerned with such requests, is not PoemHunter.Com, but the persons holding the publishing rights of those poems. The fact that a poems is being published on PoemHunter.Com, does not mean that the poet (or his/her representative) agrees to have this poem be published on all sites on the Internet."
    (lol)

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    • Professor Plum (6/11/2014 1:48:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Hello Paul. Professor Plum here. You ever notice all these terms start with " P" ??Particularly Poetic words. Prosaic is popular, as is poetry. Prosody is a prominent way to describe poetic ... more

  • Badboy Vibes (6/11/2014 3:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    I dont get this site...Site says in stats most days that people view your poems...Then you get days where no one views in stats but you recieve emails and reader comments saying how much someone has enjoyed your poems...basicly the stats mean jack.

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    • Professor Plum (6/11/2014 1:37:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      You guys haven't seen anything yet. Does the name Stubin Brazil ring a bell?Jimmy Hawg?Any number of Greek dudes?

    • Paul Butters (6/11/2014 7:58:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      What gets me is how LOW the stats have gone over 48332recent years. Sad that. I too am confused how some of my " internal" stats are way above what shows on " the chart" .

  • Peter Stavropoulos (6/10/2014 6:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    A poem by Ern Malley. One of Australia's most famous poets.

    " The poet who never lived but lives on.."

    Dürer: Innsbruck,1495

    I had often, cowled in the slumberous heavy air,
    Closed my inanimate lids to find it real,
    As I knew it would be, the colourful spires
    And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back,
    All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters —
    Not knowing then that Dürer perceived it too.
    Now I find that once more I have shrunk
    To an interloper, robber of dead men’s dream,
    I had read in books that art is not easy
    But no one warned that the mind repeats
    In its ignorance the vision of others. I am still
    the black swan of trespass on alien waters.

    By Ern Malley

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    • Peter Stavropoulos (6/11/2014 4:43:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Ern Malley's legend continues to survive. This from Wikipedia: " The American poet John Ashbery said of Ern Malley, in a 1988 interview in the magazine Jacket: I think it was the first su ... more

    • Alexander Rizzo (6/10/2014 10:07:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      this guy wasn't a real person. 'he' was the creation of two poets who just cobbled together 'meaningless' lines and published them under the phony name 'ern malley'. they did it as a joke to prove tha ... more

  • Professor Plum (6/9/2014 9:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I copy and pasted some of the banter going down on Jefferson's Facebook page. Kinda some interesting talk on poetry:


    " I told the Poem no. No, you can't be organized in groups of words similar to a paragraph. That would be prosaic, or the opposite of yourself, there Poem. Just don't go there, Poem. Be like the others of your ilk. Be organized in lines and verses and be musical to the max. Max out on your musicality, Poem. Poem, don't make me kick your ass. Stop it, Poem or I'll grab you by the neck, and choke you Poem. That's what I thought, Poem. Chicken shit Poem. You ain't no Edger Allen Poe, Poem."

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    • Jefferson Carter (6/10/2014 2:40:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Prof, well-summarized. I'd add, " Poem, whatever you are, you are. I abjure your name. If you're verse, be poetic or prosaic. If you're prose, be poetic or prosaic. Do not be Edgar Pu."

  • Dan Reynolds (6/9/2014 4:29:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Not often that I recommend a poet here, but Mark R Slaughter is worth visiting. Start with " Heaven" and then sample a few more.

  • Paul Butters (6/9/2014 2:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    To show what I think poetry is about, here's one from me where I made some effort:

    Inspiration

    Inspire me to aspire.
    To fulfil my every desire.
    Come down you Muses.
    Swoop low from Mount Olympus.
    Fill me with your blazing fire.
    Make me rise like a Phoenix,
    Soaring aloft with burnished wings.

    Give me a vision
    Of Heavens paved with gold.
    Let me see palaces
    Carved from diamonds
    Made in Neptune’s
    Molten core.

    Blind me with a light
    So fearsome
    I can barely look.
    Show me infinity,
    Eternal bliss.

    Make me feel
    A boundless Love.
    Well,
    What are you waiting for?

    Paul Butters

  • Richard Beevor (6/9/2014 1:06:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Everyone must read Tiffany Roldan, absolutely brilliant new poet.

  • Gulsher John (6/9/2014 12:58:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies Stage

    prose poem OR poetic prose...?

    This blurriness of the century new burns
    my wondering eyes;
    and slowly i take on all the glamour of alluring life,
    but still i host resistance from the glutton bellies: often babbling sillily.
    I pass and pause, but
    two steps forward drag me miles back.
    Ah! no asylum to retreat.

    How can i wipe off
    my teary eyes with hollow smiles.
    behold! the golden sky
    turning dark and dyes heaven;
    And the Demons reign begins,
    that incessantly showers
    fortunes false, upon the wrecked hearts,
    immersed in dark.

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    • Gulsher John (6/11/2014 4:41:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Just saying JC, and i'm agree with you, it's realy a doggrel, a flabby attempt... in fact i was just trying to PAINT those sentiments in a non traditional verse form, and to mirror the Romance ... more

    • Jefferson Carter (6/10/2014 2:44:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Gulsher, this is neither. It's verse, a text organized by line and stanza; notice that right-hand margin—you, the author, chose those breaks. Now whether it's poetic verse or prosaic verse is up to ... more

    • Paul Butters (6/9/2014 1:44:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Gulsher - This is full of colour, feeling (senses and emotions) , noise...al that some call lyrical. Free verse poem for me.

  • ... Dog God 8hate (6/9/2014 2:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    ..........
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    a-CROSS the RIVER

    Yes, engineering... brewing conception
    for demanded thirst... nature does drink
    beyond its own... jigger

    THINK = cureless imitation; relenting installs
    character... lucid renditions beyond impeded...
    they and their assumed device. Hey! ! !

    Yet?... what do i know?i imbibe variously:
    brew, the new, and vainglorious designs
    in old old curiosity. i don't take a salary, though,
    so... don't complain. You all do, yet...
    YET (sorry) ... don't... work
    (bubbles, boxes, and delusions don't count) .

    And so... i get along...
    living here, across this...
    old... Roebling...
    river... rout....

    dg8

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    • Frank Ovid (6/10/2014 8:42:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      They nixed my first response. I like it! Nothing like a cold glass of beer!

  • Mike Acker (6/8/2014 2:58:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    For The Taking (revised) ....as reply

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    • Mike Acker (6/8/2014 2:59:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      For The Taking Tunnel vision, I over-heard him say. His sight was weakening, but you wouldn't have guessed it with the contentment he showed, holding his brand new over-sized phone, and play ... more

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