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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/5/2014 10:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Very good poems with different ideas are coming in the web and it is nice.

  • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 5:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Been working 24/7 for the past 2.5 years. Actually had some free time on the 4th of July. So I thought I'd post a few past works. I do miss this place for some strange reason.

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    • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 6:09:00 AM) Post reply

      Another one, in case you were reading... * Whatever The Cost * To put my arm around her I must reach over this world To hold her next to me I must in dreaming night, dream To kiss her ... more

    • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 5:33:00 AM) Post reply

      * Secret of Fire Sauce * Milk-toast mama Raven hair in a green desire Zero on the halfling dial A yard of stout, shots A couple Restraint (contemplated) Not pounding Toadies who've ta ... more

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/4/2014 4:44:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Today I got opportunity to read the poetry of great poet William blake and Czeslaw miloz. I am very glad to get such an opportunity to read these poems which were so interesting.

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  • Josette Aubrey (7/3/2014 11:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I was reading Baudelaire and came across a word that I don't know. I've looked all over for the definition and can't find it anywhere! ! ! If there's anyone who knows it, please help! ! The word is: 'fieath. Cheers :)

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  • Mandolyn ... (7/3/2014 11:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    So I take it the forum is pretty much a waffle house at 3 am?

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    • Tailor Bell (7/4/2014 5:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      After the buttering, if you choose to layer on the syrup, so be it... -Tailor

    • Professor Plum (7/3/2014 12:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I was here last night. Had a cup-a-coffee and some toast. Oleo and jelly. Boysenberry. I wrote a poem on a napkin and then accidentally wiped my mouth with it. I left it the way it was. Made the poem ... more


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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/3/2014 10:43:00 AM) Post reply

    Poetics and poetry discussion is very important and trying to get active in this column.

  • Gulsher John (7/3/2014 5:46:00 AM) Post reply

    Few of Bukowski's thoughts (quotations) have been rephrased, especially in the end lines..
    ____________
    love, that
    dwells in you
    like the tears in eyes, (when gets hurt)
    and it comes only
    when you lose and forlorn,
    and this loneliness sometimes feels good but never feels right.
    As this heart only be filled with unforgotten moments
    of pleasure and pain.
    (then WTH my heart swarmed with,
    that smeared all the beauties around) :
    love and not to be loved?and
    to be and not to be...
    We all are here my dears
    to laugh at the odds and
    never complain, and should
    live our life, as to ponder
    even a Death
    if it to take us.

    john


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  • Mike Acker (7/3/2014 12:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Like a circus clown, he is grimed with chalk-
    white-dust. His eyes are slits through which
    the colors of life, those of red, yellow,
    green, and blue beam through. For this show
    he carries a boy in his arm whose face
    is only half-painted, half-powdered.

    Neither one can return from where
    they have been, a place where terror enters
    through the eyes, displacing all fears,
    leaving wide, black pupils in its wake.
    Like real circus clowns, they seem to laugh
    obscenely at something. At us?At it?

    Maybe behind us, or nowhere
    we have been. We applaud them madly,
    for they were brave to be funny and chalk-white.
    When these clowns cry, we will have been
    long gone, our seats having folded themselves
    against the half-empty pop-corn bags.

    But, then, the man turns towards where
    the audience should be and to seem more
    comical than he already was, he bows
    to show no-one an ever-so faint
    rivulet of dark crimson that runs
    from the center of his head to the middle
    of where the shadow of an ear should appear.

    This time, they had to pay the higher price,
    the one which only true clowns must pay;
    for the privilege of entry into the the absurd.

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    • Professor Plum (7/3/2014 8:41:00 AM) Post reply

      'm a sucker for circus stories. Creepy clowns and the like. Like it! You're letting your freak flag fly these days!

  • Jefferson Carter (7/1/2014 1:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Frank, here's " Alexander Rizzo" in a recent post: " : good point Plummy. small minds never appreciate in their contemporaries what they praise in the greats. its a silly game poets play with each other. whatcha gonna do." If this isn't quintessential Lamont Palmer, I'll eat my pillbox hat! !

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    • Alexander Rizzo (7/1/2014 7:56:00 PM) Post reply

      oh mr garter, you are so wrong, so wrong its amusing

    • Frank Ovid (7/1/2014 2:33:00 PM) Post reply

      Well, I guess you never know for sure. (You moved up on my list though for referencing Bobby D in your post. Nice job with that one!)

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/1/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply

    I read second time the poem of Salini Nair " A letter to humanity" which I think that the concern shown in the poem evading responsibility and assistance to needy is a problem to day. Let us awake in our conscience regarding the concern I think.

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