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  • Rookie - 86 Points Kathleen Neff (12/5/2014 11:37:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    To everyone who is listening or reading, I finally got my term paper done and turned in! Yay! ! I'm so happy, I mean writing a term paper on phobias is a pain in my arse... But now I have to focus on my family tree assignment noooo! Dang it. Well this is just a warning to you guys, I won't be on for a while, sorry.....


    Sincerely,
    Kathleen

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  • Gold Star - 5,418 Points Savita Tyagi (12/5/2014 3:44:00 AM) Post reply

    I think poemHunter should try to revise the posting of the front page poems at least once a year. Having same poems on same days two or three years in a row is just too much.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,905 Points Timothy Walters (12/4/2014 9:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Summer is hot,
    Winter is cold,
    My pain is growing,
    And so is yours.

  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (12/4/2014 7:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    RIP Mark Strand, one of the good ones.


    A Piece Of The Storm

    For Sharon Horvath

    From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
    A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
    And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
    From your book, saw it the moment it landed.

    That's all There was to it.
    No more than a solemn waking
    To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
    A time between times, a flowerless funeral.
    No more than that
    Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
    Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
    That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
    " It's time.
    The air is ready.
    The sky has an opening."

    - Mark Strand

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    • Rookie - 150 Points Daniel Brick (12/17/2014 6:58:00 PM) Post reply

      Poetry Hound, tell me: Did Mark Strand die just this month?I bought his COLLECTED POEMS from Amazon a few weeks ago and have been reading him as a living poet every day since it arrived! A reviewer in ... more

  • Gold Star - 6,274 Points Tony Adah (12/1/2014 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I want some one to clean my dingle berries, where is Jefferson Carter?

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 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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    • Veteran Poet - 1,428 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

    • Veteran Poet - 1,428 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

    • Veteran Poet - 1,428 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 - 264 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 - 264 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,905 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 - 477 Points ... Dog God 8hate (11/30/2014 5:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    .
    .

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

      This Plum likes it!

    • Rookie - 477 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 - 477 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 - 477 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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  • Veteran Poet - 1,905 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.

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