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  • Veteran Poet - 4,300 Points Tony Adah (12/1/2014 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies
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    I want some one to clean my dingle berries, where is Jefferson Carter?

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  • Rookie - 748 Points The Pundit (12/1/2014 10:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Is it better to give an honest review of someone's poetry (on this forum) , or just to say nothing at all?Does anyone have a clear opinion on this subject?I don't mean a Jefferson Carter kind of critique, but on a softer level. I would welcome your viewpoint.

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    • Rookie - 748 Points Mandolyn ... (12/6/2014 9:28:00 PM) Post reply

      yes. & go all carter style on their verbal fungus! i love when someone says mandolyn, this poem is the worst thing i've read all year. then they give me an analogy of how bad it is, like describi ... more

    • Rookie - 748 Points Nathan Beery (12/3/2014 8:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Brutal honesty tends to help more than false praise, being specific about what you don't like about a poem helps more than anything; just don't go too far with it. (It's better to let someone know tha ... more

    • Rookie - 748 Points Timothy Walters (12/2/2014 12:14:00 AM) Post reply

      Poets always need feedback, be they harsh or gentle, so that we can improve ourselves daily. We often don't realise our weaknesses until someone tells them to us.

  • Rookie - 247 Points Laughing@ You (12/1/2014 9:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Season's Greetings, Folks.....see this place is as dead as a beach city on the East coast during a blizzard....brrrrr....drafty.

    Well, whoever still creeps here, happy holidays, happy new year, merry saturnalia...

    Toodles...

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    • Rookie - 247 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/3/2014 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

      My modest designs stem from inimical gods that insist my journey be spiked n' spanked. i started with imploring (somewhat) concord prayer, learning more and more from failed pursuits, likely ... more

  • Freshman - 1,008 Points Timothy Walters (12/1/2014 1:34:00 AM) Post reply

    Cruelty

    Upon the evening skies there sits a mist,
    Which shrouds and brings forth darkness bathing screams,
    Of women's labours so unjustly wished,
    By men of power shameful, they flow streams,
    Of kindness sorrowed met with Pity's cries,
    As angels guarding virgins' hideous looks,
    And sprinkle blessings- many- thus chastise,
    The godly strength bestowed upon these crooks;
    But under Man's defiled and ugly deeds,
    There lies a truth that many fail to sight,
    A truth that learns forgiveness- life it breeds,
    And casts out darkness and sorrows bringing light,
    For man and woman come from Thee alike:
    That violence mellowed thus reforms this tyke.

  • Rookie - 261 Points ... Dog God 8hate (11/30/2014 5:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

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    To THEY:

    mEeee?
    i prefer, to be... empty?
    i don't dispense fate...
    just a mere n' indigent
    string o' words
    that fall in my way...
    it's just what... i say?

    .?.

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    • Rookie - 261 Points Professor Plum (12/1/2014 11:46:00 AM) Post reply

      This Plum likes it!

    • Rookie - 261 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/1/2014 7:11:00 AM) Post reply

      . . the Professor asserts a strong wit ... seem's like a plumb (plum?) mind there, all square n' sync ... and, AND ... with those e'er concurring features fashioning (so) firm n' fun. ... more

    • Rookie - 261 Points The Pundit (11/30/2014 8:43:00 PM) Post reply

      This gentleman has an interesting way. I like the 'mEeee?/i prefer, to be...empty?' Puts a smile on my face.

    • Rookie - 261 Points Professor Plum (11/30/2014 6:37:00 PM) Post reply

      What we have here is the writing of a so ... more


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  • Freshman - 1,008 Points Timothy Walters (11/29/2014 9:14:00 PM) Post reply

    A Passing

    Goodbye, my dearest friend, and take with you,
    My wondrous kinship so profoundly laid,
    For I will never see again this hue,
    Like vibrant colours washed away, they fade,
    And leave behind the remnants so devoid,
    Of joy and merrymaking this I tear,
    In hopes of bringing back our times enjoyed,
    And casting out the darkness filled with drear,
    Which Heaven lifted up from Mother Earth,
    And gave, anewed, a life abundant too,
    That you may live forever free from dearth,
    For He presents the greatest treasure true;
    And so, do not be worried over me,
    Instead, depart from here detached and free.

  • Gold Star - 13,566 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/29/2014 8:37:00 AM) Post reply

    Effective conversation is possible through effective communication through these columns that gives immense pleasure sharing the thoughts of poetry and poetic minds.But unfortunately some of the new poems while trying to read is not visible due to computer virus?problems.

  • Rookie - 923 Points Gulsher John (11/29/2014 6:23:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Where is Mr.Carter, Mr.Palmer and their allies...???ima afraid good days of PH ended in smoke.

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  • Rookie - 923 Points Gulsher John (11/29/2014 6:18:00 AM) Post reply

    Quod religio sit modo spolia deus misericordia...
    (that is only religion spoils god's mercy)

  • Freshman - 1,008 Points Timothy Walters (11/28/2014 9:25:00 PM) Post reply

    Here is a sonnet I tried:

    Inner Peace

    Forgive my wrongdoings here and let them go,
    For I did not commit myself to act,
    But rather, I, confused, could not control,
    My thoughts and actions, left my body wrecked,
    In such a poor state that it took a toll,
    On what was once considered healthy then,
    As such, my sorrow took the better boll,
    And so, this left my heart in pieces- ten;
    Within the depths of my existence cold,
    There lies a string of hope that fills my mind,
    That I am bent on turning into gold,
    And this may very well be change I find,
    For peace and rhyme are coupled, so alike:
    A hairbreadth difference will expose dislike.

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