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  • Rookie - 0 Points Lyle Wagner (2/27/2015 12:17:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies
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    I have just jointed PoemHunter and Submitted one of my poems.... when does it appear on the site?And where do I find the reviews of it?I have written close to 300pieces of poetry... and a few short stories... want to work on a novel about my life, I have over 100pages in long hand.... it helps that I was a printer by trade, and my Mother was a proofreader by trade....I am very proud of my first book and it being registered with the library of Congress..... love and peace to all, I am looking forward to new friendships.

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Tony Miller (3/1/2015 1:47:00 AM) Post reply

      yes, nothings there

    • Rookie - 0 Points Hugh Everard (2/28/2015 1:35:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi Lyle this has happened to me now and again its no big deal check your posting rules and resubmit

    • Rookie - 0 Points Soul Watcher (2/27/2015 2:04:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi, I found nothing in your page! Are sure that you've added your poem?! Check your site and make sure of this.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lyle Wagner (2/27/2015 12:17:00 AM) Post reply

    I have just jointed PoemHunter and Submitted one of my poems.... when does it appear on the site?And where do I find the reviews of it?I have written close to 300pieces of poetry... and a few short stories... want to work on a novel about my life, I have over 100pages in long hand.... it helps that I was a printer by trade, and my Mother was a proofreader by trade....I am very proud of my first book and it being registered with the library of Congress..... love and peace to all, I am looking forward to new friendships.

  • Rookie - 35 Points Zaira Latica (2/26/2015 5:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Hey Guys,
    please check out my latest poem (Harsh Words) . Thank You! !

  • Veteran Poet - 1,345 Points Dan Reynolds (2/26/2015 2:19:00 AM) Post reply

    Latest breaking(almost) news form Madonna's fall at the Brits. Apparently she was making a tribute to Michael Jackson, but could only find a leather mitten. She admitted afterwards, " it's hard to justify my glove?"

  • Rookie - 477 Points ... Dog God 8hate (2/25/2015 8:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

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    life o' MEAT and
    no CONFECTION


    So ...

    shifting with juncture demands
    i'm checking for a loose shoe-lace
    (too, plodders may trip
    due to, cagily-pitted paths)
    i'm hardly convinced, though,
    a deficit due, my careless tie.

    Momentarily, it's a bad place,
    there's less than
    a penny's-pence in pleasure.

    And so ...

    perfectly formed decorum
    appears where, in this land o'
    catty-stealth that steals?
    Yet, justification's wing
    fly's a distance unknown
    not even god goes there.

    Like all ...

    i'm subject mental shifts.
    bullying gods push with ease
    such anemic souls
    of this more-than-by-now
    10,000-year ... thrashing.

    Despised variously
    by Heaven n' Hell
    fate has eaten these rebuffed
    flesh n' soul like candy
    there's naught but empty
    wrappers, now

    We need more-than justified
    CONFECTION, after all those
    perfidious bites, of ...

    raw ... MEAT!

    . .

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    • Rookie - 477 Points Professor Plum (3/1/2015 3:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Is Mr. Miller serious?This poet is a treasure, Sir! Damn you!

    • Rookie - 477 Points Tony Miller (3/1/2015 1:37:00 AM) Post reply

      gibberish. a bunch of clich├ęs put thru a blender in a search for 'originality'. or at best, Geoffrey hill at his worst

    • Rookie - 477 Points Professor Plum (2/26/2015 8:52:00 AM) Post reply

      I love this one. I've read it before, no?Maybe you reworked it or something?Great poem!

  • Gold Star - 12,357 Points Rajnish Manga (2/25/2015 12:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Two wonderful poems, having (in parts) a striking similarity of outlook towards life and its search of peace, has caught my attention. I request all friends to read both these poems in full and enjoy their immense poetic beauty and value, though It is not my intention to compare the two poems. Here are the extracts from these poems by two eminent poets:

    Farewell by Valsa George (Feb.24,2015)

    Weep not dear ones, sigh no more
    From all anguish, life at last set free
    The vessel has anchored on its port
    Cutting across waves that roar

    Now I sleep gently, sleep in peace
    **
    Life's Story by Sandra Feldman (Feb.25,2015)

    Life is but a battered ship,
    With painful, ragged sails,
    Looking for a port to rest,
    To escape the Wind's cold wails.

  • Gold Star - 34,582 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/21/2015 12:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    A wee succinct 'yarn' if you will
    on a very early Saturday N.Y. morn...

    Lessons Fom Cat's... ]^.^[


    Siamese Cat's perched on eaves,
    sans the slightest movement of vertebrae -
    sit ossified like creation's by Nengah.
    Below them they sense the same air above them,
    but only because they understand freedom.

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    • Gold Star - 34,582 Points ... Dog God 8hate (2/21/2015 3:36:00 PM) Post reply

      . . . . OH ... Nengah Sudarsana? Yeah, carved cats .... Nengah, Ireland could spawn cat-content/feline-felicity ... maybe? ^_^ - - -?#?@??

    • Gold Star - 34,582 Points ... Dog God 8hate (2/21/2015 11:15:00 AM) Post reply

      . . Tipperary may foster such ... fecund cool. New York? Hmm? Regions upstate ... remote zones void (the) squalid vigor. And yet ... Central Park has curious cats ... free ... fat fro ... more

  • Rookie - 192 Points Shifty Moriarty (2/19/2015 12:20:00 PM) Post reply

    First Love[translation]

    by Joan Margarit

    In the dreary Girona of my seven-year-old self,
    where post-war shop-windows
    wore the greyish hue of scarcity,
    the knife-shop was a glitter
    of light in those small steel mirrors.
    Pressing my forehead against the glass,
    I gazed at a long, slender clasp-knife,
    beautiful as a marble statue.
    Since no one at home wanted weapons,
    I bought it secretly, and as I walked along,
    I felt the heavy weight of it, inside my pocket.
    From time to time I would undo it gradually,
    and the blade would spring out, slim and straight,
    with the convent chill that a weapon has.
    Hushed presence of risk:
    I hid it, those first thirty years,
    behind books of poetry and, later,
    inside a drawer, in amongst your knickers
    and amongst your stockings.
    Now, about to turn fifty-four,
    I look at it again, lying open in my palm,
    just as dangerous as in childhood.
    Sensual, cold. Nearer my throat.

  • Rookie - 264 Points Laughing@ You (2/18/2015 5:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Twist & Shout

    Well, shake it up baby now
    Twist and shout
    Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
    Come on and work it on out
    Well work it on out, honey
    You know you look so good
    You know you got me goin' now
    Just like I know you would

    Well, shake it up baby now
    Twist and shout
    Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
    Come on and work it on out
    You know you twist, little girl
    You know you twist so fine
    Come on and twist a little closer now
    And let me know that you're mine, woo

    Ah, ah, ah, ah
    Yeah, shake it up baby now
    Twist and shout
    Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
    Come on and work it on out
    You know you twist, little girl
    You know you twist so fine
    Come on and twist a little closer now
    And let me know that you're mine
    Well shake it, shake it, shake it, baby now

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    • Rookie - 264 Points Xelam Kan (2/20/2015 9:57:00 PM) Post reply

      Wcb with a new alias.... but this time u'll find no one...all have gone with the west wind.


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (2/18/2015 5:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Father And Son

    On sundays, in a feeble attempt
    at teaching him logic, the kind of
    logic he needs to survive in this world,
    I used to ask my only begotten son:
    " Who has killed the most jews?"
    And he would answer:
    " Why, father, it was the catholic church
    during the infamous inquisition,
    and then during the great second
    world war, among others! " Then, I inquire of him:
    " Who did the 'terrible deed' in this great
    world war?" And he would answer:
    " Why, father, that was the germans,
    specifically the nazis, who originated
    from bavaria, which is predominantly
    catholic." " Good man" , I respond.
    " Now, answer me this my only son.."
    I went on to ask him: " What is catholicism?"
    " christianity! " he would exclaim without
    a hesitation. " What is christianity
    based on?" " Why, jesus christ,
    my father! " Then, and this was his
    most favorite part, I would ask:
    " And what was this jesus christ,
    my only begotten son?"
    " Why he was a Jew, Father! "

    Mike Acker

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    • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Zoila T. Flores (2/21/2015 10:09:00 PM) Post reply

      Well. I disagree about -who killed who- Territory is just a symbolic fact in religion because to me God has no religion. The mankind is who gets complicated defending religion as an excuse to start a ... more

    • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points The Pundit (2/20/2015 8:51:00 PM) Post reply

      You can say what you like about Mr. Acker, but he stirs up conversation. True, he's a fine poet, but he is hated as well. That's a good sign for an artist. Keep writing Mr. Acker!

    • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (2/18/2015 11:10:00 PM) Post reply

      From what I have heard, Palmer is a bible touting born-again full of @iss and vinegar and from what I hear more @iss than vinegar.

    • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Frank Ovid (2/18/2015 7:26:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I'd love to see Lamont's review of this ... more

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