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  • Rookie - 834 Points Gulsher John (9/13/2014 12:45:00 AM) Post reply
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    Gulsher John (9/12/2014 9: 20: 00 PM) Post reply
    Yesterday I was reading an article about Free verse, by Y.S Omand, that poses a pondering question: what it is that 'determines the 'length - and nature '- of the poem's line or a verse?(as JC says.) in formal and in free verse as well. Is this be the pattern of syllables or rhythm or any linguistic compulsion?can we figure out this question with the established conventions?Franky 'frankly' phrased this as crappy..., don't know why?****

  • Rookie - 589 Points Jefferson Carter (9/12/2014 2:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Poemhumpers, here's my 9/11 poem. It took me 13 years to write. I may have posted it here before. I think it's good. Enjoy (or not) .


    THE FALLING MAN



    The tower’s gray and white stripes
    like a corduroy curtain behind him,
    the man, dark-skinned, wearing
    a pale sports coat & black slacks,
    the man isn’t falling. I’ve superglued
    the photo upside-down to the inside
    of my closet door. He isn’t falling,
    one knee lifted, arms rigid, trapping
    the billowing skirts of his jacket
    against his sides. He’s anyone
    I can imagine. The father of many girls.
    An expert on the language of Greenland,
    which has no expletives. A novice stepdancer
    practicing his routine. Sometimes, when
    no one’s around, I open the closet door
    & say, “Good morning, Dancing Man.”

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    • Rookie - 589 Points Lamont Palmer (9/13/2014 11:14:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

      JC, I enjoyed the poem, now, and the first couple of times I read it. Naturally the subject matter helps it along, as it quite deliberately plays on the emotions (not saying there's anything necessari ... more

    • Rookie - 589 Points Gulsher John (9/13/2014 12:17:00 AM) Post reply

      Why JC, you'r afraid of someone to open your closet when no one around? He is not 'anyone' he is 'THAT' particular man; Dark skinned. i read it so many times, indeed a hard nut to crack. Superbly cr ... more

    • Rookie - 589 Points Frank Ovid (9/12/2014 9:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I REALLY like this poem. Makes me sad though.

  • Gold Star - 16,296 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/12/2014 8:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A little faith,
    I have with me,
    Please come and
    take it, I am
    ready to deliver
    you at this time.
    A little faith
    That is with me
    is ready to
    go to you for
    the purpose of
    survival.
    Please come and
    see in you, the truth.

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  • Gold Star - 16,296 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/12/2014 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Here is the poem, come and read with a little faith. Come on and see yourself in this poem. Find the truth that is there in it. A day, a moment without poetry is beyond imagination. See the tree and the moon, the bird and the sky, they are there telling something to you. Come and hear, they are whispering. The leaf is falling, the flower is blooming. It is the area of poems. Yes, you are here, with the wind and water. You are here on this earth. Come and read a poem relating to your own roots. Come and show your own light here. That is the poem. Study yourself staying within.

  • Gold Star - 11,576 Points Mohammad Skati (9/12/2014 8:18:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Paraphrasing poems is a good job, so we can individually or collectively paraphrase a certain poem or a certain poet. Thanks.

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  • Gold Star - 10,762 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/11/2014 10:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I read a poem " The sole witness" in poemhunter.com. written by the poetess Valsa George which is marvelous in its creativity of nature. The close observation experienced by the writer is beautifully made the poem and wonderful words in such fantastic lines I really felt. That" Whether the wind ruffles the leaves of trees The mother plant in lexuriant follage s stands proud. And also the poem continues A dandy butterfly filling down To kiss those regal beauties like a besotted lover....In fact I liked the poem much.

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,724 Points Tony Adah (9/11/2014 3:54:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Just left here for the hunters two pieces of mind cakes- Fair weather friends and Nine eleven two thousand and one. Please devour n tell me how you feel.

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  • Freshman - 2,398 Points Abekah Emmanuel (9/11/2014 1:24:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    THE POET IN ME.....the latest from my camp.....check it out!

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  • Gold Star - 11,576 Points Mohammad Skati (9/11/2014 10:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I would like to make comparison between poets or poetesses depending on their styles or their poems, so if that is appreciated by our dear members, then why don't we go ahead with it?Thanks.

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  • Rookie - 696 Points Dan Reynolds (9/11/2014 7:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    When I listen to Camel’s song, “For today”


    I tethered my thoughts to a mournful tune
    which held them above the abyss.
    It cradled and comforted, succour, so soon
    I was kept from the edge of the dark precipice.

    That place where the faces of phantoms collide
    with the snap-shots of summers locked deep in our soul.
    The dreams mix with memories, rocking the tide
    so the ebb and the flow can but coax or cajole.

    All the pain that was instant, instead of prolonged
    may have stolen the beat from those thousands of hearts
    May this tune guide them home, back where they once belonged.
    When the anger subsides and the healing then starts.

    Yes I tether my thoughts on a mournful tune,
    with a pause for a breath at the break in the score.
    May it carry my hopes in its silken cocoon
    till the screams of the lost, need be heard here no more.


    Note: This is my attempt to describe the power of a piece of music, inspired by the images of the divers from the Twin Towers.

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    • Rookie - 696 Points Jefferson Carter (9/13/2014 12:06:00 PM) Post reply

      Danny, good try. I can't help but think this would be a LOT better if you weren't strait-jacketed by the form. " (C) an but coax and cajole, " " need be heard, " " succour, ... more

    • Rookie - 696 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/12/2014 12:41:00 AM) Post reply

      Excellent post Danny...Thirteen years, or 156 months, or 4,755 days after " THAT" day, here, on Manhattans Westside it still stings like a darning needle...And now, with all this time passe ... more

    • Rookie - 696 Points Bull Hawking (9/11/2014 3:38:00 PM) Post reply

      Quite a good effort Danny. Artful down to the pauses. Thanks for the posting of this. Be well sir, g

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