Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(1/13/2015 8:37:00 PM)
Here in ' Uddhaba' my latest book you can find.., Let all persons here on this earth know again to love all, let us remember each one is god here. Let us see truth everywhere, it is there We are just to discover.Let us tolerate all, there is peace here. Let us try to establish a model society with all out development of human entity. Let us proceed ahead with our own mother and mother-tongue as because here only there is our breath and respiration.
(1/13/2015 3:44:00 AM)
I've post some of my works. please go through this n review this. This is one of mine.
The trumpets of sign of leaving begun,
just some months left, to cry, miss
the voyage that we' ve done till now
the old memories haunts,
move aside every now and then,
fills the gaps formed in the deep of the never
ending consuming mind,
retrieve the thirst of the desert with little joys
and soon it turns all black,
the place where we learn, play
and dream with all our crazy fantasies,
sheded off quickly in the blink of eye
the fostering of mind that have obtained
cries loudly, deep in the core of the heart,
strong enough to overcome, but afraid
to take next stair of this new world
world is like a up-down stairs,
some falls, some lives,
but the best part, it never stops
whosoever may come, he' ve to go
meet the real world, that falls aside you,
challenges you, tries to find a place that suits
mind ponders it all through
but who is responsible for this???
yet don't know
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
(1/12/2015 10:55:00 PM)
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C o r t e g e...
Cobblestone had propensity
to be snared by rusted horseshoes.
One could hear the pain of the clydesdale
by the sharp, scraping sound
from each hoof as it slapped
at the stones with its u-shaped soles,
bending awkwardly at the knee
negotiating forward stride.
Yet no one paid pay much mind
except for its worthy counterpart,
juxtaposed in march and suffering
from equal strain.
And, so it went, excuse my cliche
the proverbial 'caisson rolling along',
for the likes of Hayes and Coolidge
of executive privlege in death,
passing their boyhood stomping-grounds
for a final, silent curtain call,
as tradition respected, demanded
before a 'New Deal' came to town,
with its jobs and smooth blacktop,
when strong horses struggled
over breaks and hills -
that forced awkward knee-bends
to carry wood boxes
of pine, oak and cherry,
in uniformed stride
when summoned by Washington's
to lead a cortege.Replies for this message:
(1/13/2015 9:00:00 PM)
I don't agree with Tony all together. There's some nice visuals, and funerals are always a great theme for a poem. I think some lines could be eliminated or revised; 'excuse my cliche...', 'yet no one ... more
(1/13/2015 8:00:00 AM)
wow good example of how lush language can still be prosaic
- The Pundit (1/13/2015 9:00:00 PM) Post reply
(1/12/2015 10:13:00 PM)
Maybe there's a little less wrong with me,
And more to do with the world that lives to torment me-
Shark boy, but I don't bite...
Push long enough and eventually I might,
But who are they to say,
Who I am, or will be-
Weather 'tis nobler, wasn't a question about life,
More so about enduring strife-
But who is nobler the one who strikes first,
Or the one who doesn't, cause he knows it'll make it worse?
They don't know what it's like to be broken down,
On a high-horse wearing their petty crown-
Do you back down or hold your ground?
What is nobler?
To suffer, or to keep at bay?
When your tormentors are all you have left?
Partially abandon, partially bereft-
To keep suffering, or to fight to the death?
It's less a question of everything else, and more
Of one of what they've done,
Cause they've broken me,
And what they left is a creature of insanity
Or not to be?
(1/11/2015 6:17:00 PM)
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Earth, Wind, & Fire
I remember times of love for past loves.
Great loves, passing loves, all loves ending in pain.
Pain, my pain, their pain, friends' pain and families pain.
Too much pain for each individual to bare.
I remember a sinking feeling, the ground beneath me giving way.
My struggles only hastened the decent.
Onlookers, but no assistance.
Too many spectators, too many opinions, too many thoughts, too
much hope and too much pain.
I remember being swept off my feet.
Falling head over heels.
Soaring through the mountains.
Soaring through the skies.
My head firmly in the clouds.
With the belief anything is possible.
I remember the heat of their breath, the passion in their kiss, my
heartbeat in the morning.
The feeling of Summer all year round.
The burning feeling towards the end.
The flames closing in on our world and the search for new land.
Karan Pratap Singh
(1/11/2015 3:40:00 PM)
Please go and read my poems and leave a review.
Karan Pratap Singh
(1/11/2015 12:55:00 PM)
Please some of you go through my work. And rate them.
Karan Pratap Singh
(1/10/2015 3:20:00 PM)
Hey, I wrote a poem please go through the link and review it. Comment over it how did you feel the verses.
(1/10/2015 1:06:00 PM)
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Hey, Poemhumpers, thought I'd drop in for a moment. I wrote this little ditty about (and against) those who adore rhyming poetry, including Dana Gioia, who wants to resurrect formal poetry's corpse.
The water’s thick with sturgeon,
a fish that needs, as the song says,
no urgin’. The virgin sturgeon
is a mighty fine fish. The virgin sturgeon
makes a mighty fine dish. Feel
your soma absorb those rhymes,
that primal, childlike joy?You don’t?
Guards! Confiscate all writing materials!
Weld the doors shut! We don’t know
much, but we know what we like.Replies for this message:
(1/14/2015 6:47:00 PM)
Hi Jefferson, you're poem in good but I disagree with your point regarding rhyming poems. Thousands upon thousands of rhyming poem have been written through the ages and I don't think they are all bad ... more
(1/12/2015 9:17:00 AM)
kudos to thou, for thou hath worked so tangiblely on this poem of yours. I'll say thou are brutally impressive.
(1/12/2015 1:18:00 AM)
Welcome back Carter....missed by PH a lot...and good one
(1/10/2015 7:14:00 PM)
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Pretty good, but the rhyming parts are t ... more
- John Corea (1/14/2015 6:47:00 PM) Post reply
(1/10/2015 11:11:00 AM)
i am just reading a book which base on nature. the author write very nice