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  • Rookie - 136 Points Professor Plum (10/7/2014 3:47:00 PM) Post reply | Read 6 replies
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    This was so good, that at first I thought I had found a lost Ted Hughes tribute to Sylvia Plath. Then after the fist line, it became clear that it was actually written by an ex-guard at Dachau to his mexican bride(as the war was nearing the end and he had to flee to somewhere) . Enjoy! !

    Für mein Sherrie, mein Dora

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    I could not have written this Surrealistic poem to anyone but you, but you still may not like it much. Dora Maar may not have wanted to have her portrait done as a Cubist, Guernica-infused Weeping Woman, but she loved the guy, you know?

    yB

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    There is a chocolate fondue fountain into
    which lovers could dip marshmallows, black-
    berries, or lovers, understanding that
    love, perfect undipped love
    can be metaphysical, should be;
    I will have it surreal, and love you
    as I am now, as I wish to perceive you,
    mindful, body-full, and full.
    It’s potent and paradoxical, like
    dreams of wizards or flying fish or
    looking at a sunrise in our windshield and not
    talking about fire.
    Only with you can I see these things
    with such clarity that they blind us
    and fill us with understanding.

    I will blaze unchocolated through your world, through
    you into mine and together,
    remembering a time unreal and true,
    long ago and never, when
    we would see fish in the clouds,
    I would become your wizard forever
    and we’d walk past the unvisited section
    of the ancient bookstore, past
    an unopened copy of
    Liebe ist ein Hund von der Hölle
    and remark with pure pleasure
    that had he lived, Freud
    could have read Bukowski.

    By Ben Cassel

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  • Freshman - 1,393 Points Mike Acker (10/7/2014 2:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Figurines

    Figures dance in shadows
    against the silk screen. Some charge, chase,
    and chivy. Others are felled, fleeced and flitched.

    What awaits?
    Is it the figurines, or merely
    the silhouettes against the shrewd silk?

    Mike Acker

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  • Gold Star - 12,500 Points Mohammad Skati (10/7/2014 1:16:00 PM) Post reply

    Smiles have different shapes, but They are all smiles anytime like our Our happiness and our sadness... A smile is the whole shapes' monopoly Simply because our faces must see it...

  • Rookie - 592 Points Jefferson Carter (10/7/2014 1:13:00 PM) Post reply

    Adam, your newest poem is pretty awful! ! I'll be as gentle as I can be since I'm assuming you're a real person and not a pseudonym deliberately peening bad verse. Your basic usage errors, your inept handling of meter, your silly mix of thous and thees, bad, bad, bad! ! The line below pretty much exemplifies what's wrong with the entire piece:

    " with beauty so awe it beknownst my fate."

    Awe?A noun when the adjective is needed?Beknownst?What is this?A misspelling of a 19th century poetic affectation?My fate as the direct object of beknownst?Wrong, wrong, wrong!

    For your own good, Adam, stop " wrtiting" ! ! Start studying decent contemporary poets. Puhleeze! ! !

  • Rookie - 592 Points Jefferson Carter (10/6/2014 11:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    If you scroll down to Awful Adam's message, you'll see he misses me. I'm not surprised. Without my fumigating the air here of the stench of terrible poetry and sappy backslapping, this is a total Borum. Praising awful poetry as Peter S. and John do is not helpful; it just reinforces the lazy and needy in their bad habits.

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    • Rookie - 592 Points Mike Acker (10/8/2014 1:29:00 AM) Post reply

      Here is where the snakes hide...in the underbrush....does anyone else smell mule? I am as curious as you to know what JC thinks of my poetry, Monty. I would like nothing more than to read a critiqu ... more

    • Rookie - 592 Points John Westlake (10/7/2014 2:37:00 PM) Post reply

      Mr Carter Please stay your slanderous hands. I believe you are being most unfair. Whatever problem you have with me should not be displayed here. If you're not brave enough to say it face to, then ... more

    • Rookie - 592 Points Mike Acker (10/7/2014 2:31:00 PM) Post reply

      Thank you, J.C. I taker what you have to say below as a compliment.

    • Rookie - 592 Points Adam M. Snow (10/7/2014 9:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Hey Carter, I'm curious to what you have ... more

    • Rookie - 592 Points Professor Plum (10/7/2014 8:10:00 AM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

      I agree with 80 percent of what you say, ... more

  • Rookie - 926 Points Gulsher John (10/6/2014 12:10:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Father and son.

    My son, young and in love too, and ripples of laughter run
    on his face, especially when he's copying his dreams;
    and he thinks he is invincible.
    (to be in TEEN, is such a blessing that embellishes life
    as fragrance a flower) . Till now he gets
    smiles and is immune to all fears unspeakable.
    I pray he shouldn't know 'life is an unutterable hell', and wouldn't step
    into his father's footsteps. I lived many lives, and non was my own.
    Now I lie, ghostlike in solitude, and see woes,
    like a boomerang, after me. Ah! how can i praise life's adjectives
    sore.I hate to see cat plays with mice.

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    • Rookie - 926 Points Mike Acker (10/8/2014 12:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I had to read it twice and I like it very much. It is an emotionally charged poem, well written, especially considering that John is writing in a language other than his mother tongue. I think to ca ... more

    • Rookie - 926 Points Tony Miller (10/7/2014 9:00:00 AM) Post reply

      blather.

  • Rookie - 547 Points Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip (10/6/2014 12:04:00 PM) Post reply

    The book of God is the book of wisdom, knowledge, understanding and discretion / The book religion is the book of Philosophy of spiritual, moral, character. The book of man is the book of education, learning and economic., social, politic and development.

  • Freshman - 1,393 Points Mike Acker (10/6/2014 1:06:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Sunset as reply...

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    • Freshman - 1,393 Points Mike Acker (10/6/2014 1:06:00 AM) Post reply

      Sunset The man in the blue shirt, the yellow pants and black shoes, the one who carries his heart in his left hand, crossed the steel bridge at sunset. He could barely see his shadow. Once ... more

  • Veteran Poet - 2,560 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (10/6/2014 12:03:00 AM) Post reply

    A pen and a copy book for own writing. What more weapons a poet or a writer needs to confront the reality! A poet specially and specifically a translator and the whole universe waiting to be translated by a poet. So.......

  • Gold Star - 12,443 Points Mandolyn ... (10/5/2014 10:04:00 PM) Post reply

    whenever i decide to hop over here
    it feels like i'm working in a prison cafeteria
    and i'm drawing smiley faces with the ketchup on all y'alls trays
    and nobody notices. you just shove your tator tots right in it and
    talk bad about each other with your mouths full,
    while pieces of stale potato fly across the room and land on
    the dirty ground around you.
    the dirt eats it up and says " Thanks! Keep arguing! "

    even the so called christians do this here.
    this is one reason why i don't go to church anymore!
    i dare someone to stand up and say
    " burn her! "

    at least build a bridge outta me....

    (i love all you selfish bastards, including myself)

    wanna see me do a heel click as i walk out?

    *heel click

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