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  • Jefferson Carter (4/24/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Here's how Mr. Narrow-butt, Lamont Palmer, responds to my complaint about his LACK OF KNOWLEDGE about POETICS! !

    " And frankly, JC, when you begin sprinking sonnets or villanelles, or even various types of free verse among your collection, I'll listen to you on the issue of being 'stubborn', or 'rigid'. Your little prose narratives haven't changed in the 8 years I've known you. You're one of the the LEAST versatile poetson PH, not just the forum. You need to recognize your own stylistic rigidity. -LP"

    See how he ignores the heart of the issue? I'm NOT talking about our various poetic attempts at fulfilling, in our own writing, our preferences in style. I'm talking about knowing something about POETICS, something more complicated and profound than half-learned slogans from an undergrad lit class (for instance, Lamont's cramped view that if a rhythm isn't iambic, it's not musical.) Lamont, you stiff dork, respond to the issue, not to that worn-out tape in your head! Jayzus, what a drag you can be!

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    • Bull Hawking (4/24/2014 7:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Too bad we can't all be retired Junior college poetry professors like you....JC.....I am so impressed with you and your credentials.....so impressed I think I'll take a nap. g

    • Lamont Palmer (4/24/2014 2:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      JC, I have just as much knowledge about poetics as you do. And I certainly embrace openly more poetic technique than you do. All you require of a 'poem' is it be chopped up into lines and jammed into ... more

  • Jim Hogg (4/24/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    As a reply: The Sadness of the Creatures by Peter Porter. Worth reading to the very end, back to the beginning and back through again.

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    • Jefferson Carter (4/25/2014 11:10:00 AM) Post reply

      Hoggster, I like this quite a bit, the unraveling and raveling, the cats snaking in and out of the text. One petty point: why do educated writers like Peter Porter use AN in front of historical? When ... more

    • Mike Acker (4/24/2014 11:57:00 AM) Post reply

      It's a very good poem, Jim. It started out very slow and for a minute I thought it was going to in the direction of the Migrating something posted by Sherrie, below. This one, however, went " d ... more

    • Jim Hogg (4/24/2014 10:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      The Sadness Of The Creatures We live in a third-floor flat among gentle predators and our food comes often frozen but in its own shape (for we hate euphemisms as you would expect) and our c ... more

  • Dan Reynolds (4/24/2014 2:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    A rather nice and poignant poem of the day today, by a genius.

    A Poison Tree

    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I watered it in fears,
    Night and morning with my tears;
    And I sunned it with smiles,
    And with soft deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an apple bright.
    And my foe beheld it shine.
    And he knew that it was mine,

    And into my garden stole
    When the night had veiled the pole;
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

    William Blake

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    • Laura Burns (4/25/2014 8:33:00 PM) Post reply

      Blake was ahead of his time.

    • Frank Ovid (4/24/2014 3:40:00 PM) Post reply

      I love Blake. His engravings are as great as his poems. Phenomenal talent!

    • delilah contrapunctal (4/24/2014 3:37:00 AM) Post reply

      Blake was an amazing human being in so many ways....he lived his art in all respects...what gifts he had...and gave....

  • Mike Acker (4/23/2014 9:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    How can I stop something I am not doing?

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    • -. - . _. (4/23/2014 9:31:00 PM) Post reply

      Jefferson Carter Male,91, United States (2/12/2014 3: 25: 00 PM) ..................................HE DID SEND ME a private EMAIL THAT (by mistake) HAD LAMENT PALMIERI'S NAME ON IT.............. ... more

  • Mbma Group (4/23/2014 3:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello- We would like to post Poems to our blog once a week. We'd like to start something called Poetry Wednesday’s.
    While we do try to make a point of getting something up on a regular schedule, there is no posting schedule. Poems will be posted as submitted.
    If you would like to repost anything from your own blog you are welcome to do that. Please own all rights to the material you choose to post.

    Please contact us at mbmagroup@gmail.com attach your poem as a word document or in the body of the email.

  • Mike Acker (4/23/2014 11:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I say this with the greatest of respect, but you are wrong JC. I literally copied " Wadin's" poem as is and corrected the keep to kept and asked if you felt it was as good as I thought it was. That was it. I did not claim it as my own. It is not my poem. I wish it were.

    Please re-read my message. I never said it was mine. As to the other personas, it has to be someone who doesn't feel they can confront LP. To me he is the foolish emperor of Poemhunter, running around with no clothing. That is the only way to explain his insecurity and the need to respond to every and criticism thrown out on here.

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    • -. - . _. (4/23/2014 1:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Mike Acker (4/21/2014 3: 09: 00 PM) Post reply With all that is happening in this insane world, you have nothing better to do, you moron.................

  • Jefferson Carter (4/23/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply

    PHers, Wadin Hooyo is Mike Acker. He emailed me his latest poem with Wadin's name on it, perhaps forgetting I've told him time after time to stop using pseudonyms on this site. Whether he's been all those other irritating and obnoxious personas or not (I suspect he is) , I'm not responding to his emails or comments on this site anymore. Attacking Lamont is legitimate, but Mike's obsession with him wastes our time and energy. Mike, if you're reading this, STOP the bullshit! ! This place can still become an interesting forum for poetic discussions by well-intentioned, mentally stable adults.

  • Frank Ovid (4/22/2014 10:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Acker (et al- - important) , if you want to stay a 'member' here in good standing, knock off the b*llshit. Post poems and discussions, and forget about the other sh*t or you're gone. Cold-shoulder city, Son! We've heard enough. You don't like certain people. We get it. Shut up now.

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (4/22/2014 8:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    Migrating Birds

    By Mónica de la Torre

    Victor gets a real sense of power
    from making his own raisins. He buys
    pounds and pounds of grapes
    and leaves them to dry
    on the kitchen table.

    Theresa doesn’t want to hear about
    her ex-husband’s cancer. Not on Father’s Day.
    She takes a train all night
    to have breakfast with her cousin.
    All Sunday she rides the train back.

    Once Martin’s wife had left,
    he decided to take advantage of her space.
    He built a sauna where her closet was,
    and now sits there every morning
    to read the paper and Buddha.

    One night Helga wore her prettiest dress,
    thought she knew he wouldn’t be there.
    She drank white wine, got drunk
    (she was on a diet) , and fell down.
    Later he saw the holes in her pantyhose.

    María was usually bumping into
    furniture. Each time she got closer to what
    she wanted. “What do you want from me?”
    “Nothing, ” he replied, so she took off
    and felt like migrating birds. But many.

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  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (4/22/2014 8:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi Kiddos: I see that " Acker" still has a ha*don for Lamont. Okay, okay, we know that you think Mother Goose rhymes are better than Lamont's. Who gives a flying ferret?Sing a new song, " Mike."

    I don't like liver and onions....but there are still oodles of other things to compare it to than, let's say, beating brussel sprouts to death. If you are some foolish woman who has blindly (as in you have no idea what he looks like) followed Lamont into his saccharine lair....so sad. Move on....reality is so much better than fantasy. Find a poet you can see...a real person....and then concentrate on poetry together.

    Come on, Mikeala, if the best you have to offer is stupid comparisons about one poet, your posts are a huge waste of time. For you and for other forumteers. Poetry?Like your work is an indication of a keen mind or a credible critic. Yawn. Lamont, you're an idiot for arguing with this imbecile...or...are you arguing with yourself.


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    • Frank Ovid (4/22/2014 9:42:00 PM) Post reply

      If they want this guy gone they have to make a concerted effort to IGNORE every single solitary post for weeks and weeks. I've seen this situation before on other sites. Until then it will stay the s ... more

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