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  • Mike Acker (6/11/2014 7:03:00 PM) Post reply

    (no one seems to want to post as reply...)

    My Trusted Friend(Revised)

    In my darkest hours, when I need him most,
    he is always there, ready and waiting.
    He sits across from me with a steely,
    penetrating look and unblinking eye.
    Never mincing words, his approach is
    straightforward, unambiguous, unforgiving,

    and uncompromising. He listens
    patiently, but is never emotional.
    He always hears me out let's me say it all
    with no interruptions. He understands,
    but at the end his answer is always
    the same. His wisdom is piercing, firm,

    and final, brutally honest,
    no back and forth, no ups or downs,
    no ifs and or buts. His single word
    of advice may be the only thing
    to ever penetrate my thick, stubborn
    skull. He seems to always say: 'When you are ready,

    I am here for you. I would never fail you.
    I will help you reach that next level.
    Make sure it is a time of no regrets,
    no sentimentality, no tears,
    no looking back, as there is no going back.'
    Always that silent answer.

    Ironically, he needs me to help him,
    help me, and I feel safe with my trusted,
    but not yet tested friend; my loaded
    Smith and Wesson forty five.

    Mike Acker

  • Jefferson Carter (6/11/2014 6:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

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

    Well, I read " Heaven" and couldn't go on. Danny, are you kidding?It's a really bad poem, formless, cumbersome, and melodramatic. Yuk! ! And here I was beginning to trust your taste! !

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  • Mike Acker (6/11/2014 11:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    So, Paul how would classify my writing style?

    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 playing fast moving casino games
    with all the lights and flash of a casino floor.

    With his shiny toy, he was like a fifty-
    year-old kid on Christmas morning,
    but this was not to be like Christmas.
    For this morning I saw him struggling
    with a hastily made walking stick,
    left-over bamboo for house planters.

    His cell phone was no longer visible.
    He was seated on the couch facing the TV,
    with his eyes looking nowhere in particular.

    Mike Acker

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    • Paul Butters (6/11/2014 6:06:00 PM) Post reply

      Being asked to " classify" a poem reminds me of school and college. Reminds me too of dissecting poems into metaphors, similes, rhyme schemes, metres.... Done enough of that thanks. Your ... more

    • Alexander Rizzo (6/11/2014 2:37:00 PM) Post reply

      you must be in a masochistic mood

  • Jefferson Carter (6/11/2014 11:02:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Yes, Paul, it certainly is prose. I'd even call it prosaic prose. Now here it is as prosaic verse:



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    The fact that a poem 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.

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    • Paul Butters (6/11/2014 5:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Actually, Jefferson, I could easily have found a quote that was much more convoluted, torturous and damn difficult to understand. That legal stuff is horrible. Sociology jargon much the same. However, ... more

    • Gulsher John (6/11/2014 1:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      hahaha A prosaic prose... wow but is it not our way of utterance(articulation) that brings twist(stress- unstressed pattern/ long short syllables) in such lines: poetic or prosaic " Prose& ... more

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

    " 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

      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

    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

      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

      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

    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

      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

      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

    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

      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

    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

    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

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