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  • Jefferson Carter Rookie - 1st Stage (8/18/2014 8:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    Poemhumpers, to get the taste of Adam's latest inept stab at poetry (" Bloody Lamb Poo" ;) out of my mouth and to help me forget Dan Reynold's a-little-better-but-still-goofy poem, I'm posting this excellent piece by Danez Smith. Whew-o, I feel a little better already!

    Not an Elegy for Mike Brown

    I am sick of writing this poem
    but bring the boy. his new name

    his same old body. ordinary, black
    dead thing. bring him & we will mourn
    until we forget what we are mourning

    & isn’t that what being black is about?
    not the joy of it, but the feeling

    you get when you are looking
    at your child, turn your head,
    then, poof, no more child.

    that feeling. that’s black.

    think: once, a white girl

    was kidnapped & that’s the Trojan war.

    later, up the block, Troy got shot
    & that was Tuesday. are we not worthy

    of a city of ash?of 1000 ships
    launched because we are missed?

    always, something deserves to be burned.
    it’s never the right thing now a days.

    I demand a war to bring the dead boy back
    no matter what his name is this time.

    I at least demand a song. a song will do just fine.

    look at what the lord has made.
    above Missouri, sweet smoke.

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    • Mike Acker Rookie - 1st Stage (8/20/2014 12:47:00 PM) Post reply

      JC, this is truly an excellent poem. It handles the issue at hand in an inspiringly fresh, new way.

    • Professor Plum Rookie - 1st Stage (8/19/2014 8:25:00 PM) Post reply

      Dudes, I'm just glad everyone's responding. It was getting boring around here. I like opinions.

    • Lamont Palmer Rookie - 1st Stage (8/19/2014 8:01:00 PM) Post reply

      My opinion of this poem is somewhere in between Plum and JC's. Is it a great poem?No. It flirts too much with sentimentality. But its an entertaining read, reminding me of the old free verse style of ... more

    • Gulsher John Rookie - 1st Stage (8/19/2014 7:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      veritably a fine piece... ya it's Not ... more

    • Professor Plum Rookie - 1st Stage (8/19/2014 7:36:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      A third grader could write a better poem ... more

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (8/18/2014 4:51:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A poem from a lost lamb to God

    This Lost Lamb
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh by the morning strike of day
    and by the calm obscure of night,
    my heart is Yours O God - I pray;
    grant this lost lamb Your holy sight.

    Give this lost lamb the sight to see,
    truth that lies in the love of Thee.
    Show me the world in Your own eyes
    and make O God, this dumb man wise.

    Grant this lost lamb the words to speak,
    the Word O God of Yours to man,
    the Word of truth for which they seek
    in ways a lamb once lost dare can.

    Grant this lost lamb an ear to hear,
    and hear Your voice so crystal clear.
    Speak Ye - O God with words of love,
    let this lamb hear Your voice above.

    Grant this lost lamb the feet to lead,
    so I may guide a crowd to Thee.
    Help this lamb O God to succeed,
    and help the ones encage be free.

    Grant this lost lamb the hands to aid,
    and help the fallen and afraid,
    and help the lost ones to be found.
    Help me guide them to solid ground.

    Lead this lost lamb - O God, to Thee;
    save this lamb from the sunless deep.
    Open my eyes so I could see,
    all of You and Your loving heap.

    Let this lost lamb be born again,
    to live for You - O God, Amen

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    • Peter Stavropoulos Rookie - 1st Stage (8/20/2014 8:05:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi Adam, as a Christian I like this poem. Obviously I agree with the sentiments. (P.S. you might want to replace " heap" in the third last line with some other word like " keep" , ... more

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (8/18/2014 10:35:00 AM) Post reply

    I likes to get the poems of Tomas transformer's great poems in poem it is available for reading.

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Rookie - 1st Stage (8/18/2014 12:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Echoes Breathe Deep {Traditional Rondeau Format} as a reply...still needs work, but what literary work doesn't in somebodies eyes or mind...Hope all had a great weekend...And thanks, Frank O on Thursdays post...much appreciated...FjR

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    • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Rookie - 1st Stage (8/18/2014 1:20:00 AM) Post reply

      Echoes breathe deep beneath church steeples, wind warped chimes chase spiral pathways down the aisles where caskets are incensed. Funerals tend to cumber grieving hearts and lungs from the cho ... more

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black Freshman - 2nd Stage (8/17/2014 3:15:00 PM) Post reply

    For the Treasure Island game where do i find the weekly poetry topic and the surveys? i always recommend my friends on Facebook and other places to join PoemHunter, how do I get credit for that? I love to play games so i hope I get some answers..

  • Denise Naidoo Rookie - 1st Stage (8/17/2014 3:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi guys! Please check out my spoken word below

    Let me know what you think! : -) Advice appreciated! ! ! ! !

    Much Love!

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel Rookie - 1st Stage (8/16/2014 11:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Top o' the evening to ya! How is every little ol' thing?Seems to be dying here, to borrow a metaphor from our favorite ol' codger, it's tres mausoleum-like here.

    Miss the days when, in spite of some strong personalities, we actually had fun takehere discussing poetry.

    Hoping you sharp ones (the real ones) can make that happen again.
    Take care

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  • Shifty Moriarty Rookie - 1st Stage (8/16/2014 1:41:00 PM) Post reply

    are adjectives
    big dots
    or little dots
    or dotty dots
    or tiny dots?

  • Mandolyn ... Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (8/16/2014 10:28:00 AM) Post reply

    why does poetry have rules?
    i don't abide by the rules of writing.
    maybe that is why i got kicked out of journalism?

    -journal this-
    adjectives form
    in the womb
    of every poet's mind
    they're either alive
    or stillborn
    but still... we adore
    those descriptive little tots

  • Gulsher John Rookie - 1st Stage (8/16/2014 6:39:00 AM) Post reply

    For example what QUESTION, Sir?

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