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  • Rookie - 141 Points Stan Petrovich (9/23/2014 8:35:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    I am wondering how to become an active member of your tidying-up club, insofar as reaming out these third language (English) pat-on-the-backers. Need I purchase your book?But the site is free, so I assume what I put down here is as well.

    Here is statistic I find to hold up rather well: 9 of 10 of these poets are just in it to glorify themselves, to fish for votes among each other. They write to me: " Please read and rate my poem..." : It is such a scam that way. They, in turn, are guilty of such misdemeanors, and wallow in pumping up the ratings that are supplied by this miserable site.

    I am happy that at least you write with an indifference to others (or so it seems on the surface; but really no one can do that, can one?) .

    Inform me what action I could possibly take. please; and salaam to you, dear sir.

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  • Rookie - 788 Points Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:34:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I say, how tickled high ham. What a beatiful day for visiting dead poets pages and leaving a comment like.
    " You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form."
    What manner of trivial things have you done today, to satisfy your inner imp?

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    • Rookie - 788 Points delilah contrapunctal (9/23/2014 9:11:00 AM) Post reply

      my inner imp and outer imp are one, as neither wants to miss out on the fun...']) might eschewing all traces/restrictions of form leave one floundering/maundering, bereft of gorm?

  • Rookie - 431 Points Adam M. Snow (9/23/2014 12:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I Wait for Thee
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    In stillness - I wait for thee.
    When time beat still - I wait for thee.
    When my troubles are great
    and burdens my heart;
    if my voice would leave me astray,
    still this day - I wait for thee.
    When sickness strickens me,
    bedridden and weak - I wait for thee.
    Through many quaint of restless nights - I wait for thee.
    When I'm old and wizened, and my memories flee,
    still my Lord, I wait for thee.
    In a crowd of many or by my lonesome self - I wait for thee.
    And in my travels through misery,
    when the world has grown so dark;
    in my days of ridicule, my faith on trial,
    I, your bondservant will wait for thee.
    And in my final hour with my final breath - I wait for thee.
    With every hour of my life, from now till then - I wait for thee.
    I wait for thee O Lord - I wait for thee.
    Even in my darkened days - I wait for thee.

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  • Freshman - 2,057 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (9/21/2014 10:45:00 AM) Post reply

    Heyyyyyyyyyyy! been all along freezing in the lounge and missing out some nice action; I have nothing to say let me be and not spoil the fun. Let me stand by and think what i know about a situation like this. This is all fun to me fun! fun! fun! fun! you guys are really good entertainers keep up the good work.

  • Gold Star - 13,878 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/21/2014 7:50:00 AM) Post reply

    I like History and books on history as well as great poems ] I have read the Book of India 1526 written by V.D.Mahajan once more and felt it more informative of the history of India the Mughal period as well.

  • Rookie - 774 Points Lamont Palmer (9/20/2014 7:05:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Your 'points' are getting dumber and dumber; its really hard for me to believe you're serious. This probably will be my last post to you because I feel like I'm lowering myself by responding to such idiotic remarks. But perhaps you'll learn something. Many admirers of Shakespeare are not writers themselves, does that stun you?And many admirers of Shakespeare are BAD writers. Bad poets can LOVE great poets and appreciate in them what they don't see in themselves or cannot produce. I LOVE Eliot, though I don't possess a mind expansive enough to do on paper what he did. But he certainly is a wonderful role model, in terms of writing rich, interesting, free and metered verse. That's how you get better as a poet, by READING and LIKING poets much GREATER than yourself. For those reasons, a strong poet will attract the attention of various readers, at various levels of their development, not the poet's equals. I'm happy those poets are reading me. Perhaps that will enrich their verse in some way. I'm shocked I had to explain that to you. But thanks for giving me a chance to expound on my pet themes. -LP

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    • Rookie - 774 Points Lamont Palmer (9/21/2014 1:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      There's a long-time member who also has a habit of reposting other member's poems into the forum or on his FB page as an example of bad poetry. He and 'Acker' have very similar behavior. I'm beginning ... more

    • Rookie - 774 Points Professor Plum (9/20/2014 10:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Wrong answer Lamont. The POINT is he shouldn't do that. It's totally wrong and you know it. Those people have have feelings too, and they don't deserve to be dragged into these silly arguments. Don't ... more

    • Rookie - 774 Points Lamont Palmer (9/20/2014 10:32:00 PM) Post reply

      Well, once your poems are public, particularly on a site like this, he doesn't necessarily have to ask for consent to use it. The problem is, the point he was making with the poems is a stupid one. -L ... more

    • Rookie - 774 Points Professor Plum (9/20/2014 8:04:00 PM) Post reply

      I wonder if he had the permission of tho ... more

  • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (9/20/2014 5:05:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    'Palmer" , I thought it would be interesting to see who these " supportive critics" of yours are. Just like I thought, the first one, Patricia Grantham, has quite a ways to go before we can qualify her as a legitimate critic. Here is an example of her poetry:

    Child's Play
    by Patricia Grantham

    When the children goes outside to play
    So happy just to see a brand new day
    They're color blind in each and every way
    In love and peace or come whatever may

    Love can come in all kinds of shade
    Like the hues sparkling from the rainbow
    In the image of God is how we are made
    Called the human race that we all know

    After running or playing hide and go seek
    Hungry, tired they're all humble and meek
    Learning from them we can unite as one
    Child's play goes on until the day is done

    Moving on....

    You
    by Heather Wilkins(Burns)

    The
    mysteries
    of you
    entice me

    to
    search
    deeper
    into your
    existence.

    You haunt
    my
    daydreams
    with your
    unknown.

    I phantom
    you
    into
    reality.

    Need I say more???

    I don't want to embarrass anyone else. My issues are with your lack of talent, but you drew them into this.

    Just face it Palmer, after 45 years of reading and writing poetry, you should be further along

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    • Freshman - 1,297 Points Laughing@ You (9/23/2014 10:15:00 AM) Post reply

      Acker, your poetry is as embarrassing as your comments. Yawn!

    • Freshman - 1,297 Points John Westlake (9/21/2014 3:12:00 AM) Post reply

      You know you should not be being so childish. Other people's poetry does not belong to you. You could end up getting kicked off site for that kind of behaviour.

  • Rookie - 774 Points Lamont Palmer (9/20/2014 1:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    'Acker', is there anyone who is trying to create mediorce poetry?If a poet isn't trying to pen great poems, he shouldn't be writing at all. No, you may not get there, but you should be making attempts. If my poems strike you as 'efforts' at greatness, then you are unwittingly saying that you see remnants there of that effort. I certainly cannot say I see that effort in you, as your poems strike me as lazy and slack. And by the way, you didn't post the comments on that poem. I'll take their opinions over yours, as what they say mirrors the effect I was striving for. In other words, they got it. Thanks for the 'critique', such as it was. -LP

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    Patricia Grantham (9/7/2013 7: 51: 00 AM)
    A very refreshing poem. We can never get rid of the inner child
    that lies in us. It keeps us feeling alive and youthful whenever we
    choose to act that way. Enjoyed the fantasy. (Report) Reply



    Heather Wilkins (8/3/2013 12: 31: 00 PM)
    love this one. we all have inner children (Report) Reply



    Michael Morgan (8/2/2013 3: 22: 00 PM)
    Deserves the 10. Very fresh. MM (Report) Reply



    Dave Walker (7/31/2013 2: 56: 00 PM)
    A great poem, like it. (Report) Reply



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  • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (9/20/2014 11:29:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    @Lamont Palmer

    Being desperate to write without the triteness you mentioned, I went, well, poem-hunting. I ran across this " original" piece. I can't for the life of me recall the name of the writer. Maybe he(or she) can step forward and claim authorship.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    Peter Principle
    (not written by me, thank god)

    It’s a complete fantasy.
    A fantasy of a fantasy, =(cliched, and trite all at the same time)
    A generalization of yellow =(it is clear here that poet was seeking originality and when none would come naturally, he created it artificially! Originality can't be manufactured)
    Open roses.

    We’ve said things with aplomb, ideas =(big word for Big Bird, falls flat and heavy..where is the music, Palmer?)
    Centering around hope and urges:
    (me getting under your sun dress,
    you getting under my skin) =(to me these side comments you include in your poems are silly and show a clear lack of maturity on the part of the poet)

    And all for naught, all under the assumption
    That you and I are wondrous
    Exceptions, to turn around what needs to be

    Turned, the isolation of shooting stars.
    Such silliness I thought I’d left behind; such
    Are inner children, caught in J.M. Barrie’s tale.
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    I will say with honesty that your soul is not that of a poet, but rather a pompous a$$, desperately yearning to produce " great" poetry.

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    • Freshman - 1,297 Points Lamont Palmer (9/20/2014 6:59:00 PM) Post reply

      Its your 'opinion' the poem failed. Others liked it. Considering I don't respect your opinion, its a moot point. -LP

    • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (9/20/2014 5:10:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      When the poem fails, you call it playful. You have an excuse for everything, I guess.

    • Freshman - 1,297 Points Lamont Palmer (9/20/2014 2:55:00 PM) Post reply

      Yes, that was a playful poem. That's pretty obvious. Your problem is, you don't recognize wordplay and inventiveness. You're too busy trying to make maudlin points. -LP

  • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (9/20/2014 3:34:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Broken Wombs(as reply)

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    • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (9/20/2014 3:34:00 AM) Post reply

      Broken Wombs Where does it lie? Does it lie here, or there? It lies where it lies; neither ahead nor behind. It lies inside my eyes, it lies inside the flies. It lies in mirages of oases ... more

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