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  • Terrance Tracy (2/4/2014 8:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Emerson
    Self-Reliance
    Highlights
    To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you and your private heart is true for all men, – that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost, and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment familiar as the voice of the mind is to each the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and Milton, it's that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us on with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our own spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else tomorrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.

    A dose of reality I could have not expressed this any better than Emerson

    Terrance Tracy

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    • Stan Grossman (2/4/2014 9:57:00 PM) Post reply

      Yes I know, but how do I get rid of this gas at night?Awful. Just awful.


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  • Linda Ori (2/3/2014 3:26:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Just checking in, as I do every once in awhile. Oh, my........this has indeed become a very sad, disappointing forum. However, I see that Danny is still posting poetry, which proves that there is still a glimmer of hope for this dying entity of a site. As for " airing" all the dirty laundry........what's the point?Come on, people........your ignorance is showing. Rise above all this petty rivalry and back-stabbing, and let's get back to being fellow poets with something worthwhile to bring to the table. Enough, already!

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    • Dan Reynolds (2/3/2014 5:31:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Linda. Nice to be using my own name again. FJR, Angie and Jim Hogg are still visiting occasionally, so it's not all about the dreck and banality of pre-pubescent, poetic bickering. I can't condemn ... more

  • Stan Grossman (2/3/2014 12:09:00 PM) Post reply | Read 7 replies

    I'm going to put my Hooked Prosthesis up your rear-end if you don't change your shtick up a little bit. Good god man! Do something different. If you're going to dominate the forum, please try and be somewhat entertaining!

    Post a poem! I'll review it honestly. I swear to God I'll review it with your best interests in mind. I'll help you improve (if you need it) . I promise! ! I will not say bad things. You must have some poems or you wouldn't be here. You'd be terrorizing some other website. Come on! Just one poem! Pleeeeease!

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    • Stan Grossman (2/3/2014 1:07:00 PM) Post reply

      Not what I had in mind Tony. Change it up. 'Make It New', like someone famous once said. Don't be boring, Tony. Be anything but boring. That's a writer's charge young man!

    • Stan Grossman (2/3/2014 12:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Um, Kathy, my post was for Tony, not you. Don't mind the 'Hooked Prosthesis' comment. (Oops, he-he-he!)


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  • Kathleen Neff (2/3/2014 12:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hey everyone I'm back from a long break. Hope you like my new poem.

    " Come sing with me."

    Come sing with me,
    Under the trees,
    Where the birds sing,
    And the leaves fall around,
    while the branches cover the sun.
    Come sing with me under the trees.

    Come sing with me,
    In the meadow,
    where the grass is green,
    and where the flowers reach for the sun.
    Where the deer graze,
    and the butterflies flutter.
    Come sing with me among the meadow.

    Come sing with me,
    By the sea,
    where the waves touch the shore in a loving embrace,
    and the sand settles upon the shore.
    Where the fish live under the sea,
    Jumping up to see.
    Come sing with me by the sea

    Kathleen Neff.

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    • Khethiwe Ramathuthu (2/4/2014 5:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Beautiful. Wait for me only a little while I will be wearing my yellow dress, To sing with you under the tree, be ware of the honey pot under tree least it invite our bee friends. Wait for me only ... more

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (2/3/2014 8:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    The Waking

    I Wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
    I learn by going where I have to go.
    We think by feeling. What is there to know?
    I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    Of those so close beside me, which are you?
    God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
    And learn by going where I have to go.
    Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
    The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    Great Nature has another thing to do
    To you and me; so take the lively air,
    And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
    This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
    What falls away is always. And is near.
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    I learn by going where I have to go.

    Theodore Roethke (1954)

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    • -. - . _. (2/3/2014 2:08:00 PM) Post reply

      courageous - possessing or displaying courage; able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching; " a frank courageous heart......." - William Wordsworth;

    • Stan Grossman (2/3/2014 12:17:00 PM) Post reply

      Tony, I'll bet you could write a poem like this if you tried. It's not that hard.

    • Stan Grossman (2/3/2014 12:00:00 PM) Post reply

      I love Roethke. Never disappoints. He's in my Top 10. Good choice Sherrie.


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  • Lamont Palmer (2/3/2014 12:46:00 AM) Post reply

    You've shown the world?LOL. Maybe the forum is YOUR world. I'm sure it is, as you are nobody outside of the forum. Everything about me is absolutely verifiable. I don't have to lie as the truth is impressive enough. The only thing you've proven is, you're an idiot who likes to play games and thats why no one hangs out here anymore or takes the forum seriously. Congrats, asshole. -LP

  • delilah contrapunctal (2/2/2014 11:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    we can each make an effort to contribute as much to art as Maximillian Schell and Philip Seymour Hoffman did in their respectively long and short lives...

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  • Dan Reynolds (2/2/2014 3:59:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    To cream, the implausible dreams.

    The driftwood of dreams
    Ebbs and flows
    Spins in waltz time
    Sinks and surfaces
    Brushes and barges into
    The life-boat of dull reality

    Each nightly dip
    to don the jacket
    and venture a little further
    Gnawing at the tethers of tedium
    Challenging convention for all your worth

    Is this our legacy?
    Spin doctors of the surreal
    or translators of the image
    Yet to be seen
    Yet to be shared?

    Ask one who has cut the safety line
    Do they really want to reach the shore?
    When the view beyond the breakers
    could offer so much more?

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  • Stan Grossman (2/1/2014 9:38:00 PM) Post reply

    I thought you were gone. I was getting kind of sad for awhile. We're Buddies now remember?You remember don't you? Wink! Wink!

  • Stan Grossman (2/1/2014 8:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Joe Smokes a Fag On the Beach



    grabbed a handful of sand

    and let it rush through my fingers
    like You curl your lip. They’re
    in the front pocket. Out

    they come.

    Pack it Joe, against
    your lighter, and raise
    that right eyebrow.
    Flash! Whew! You’re
    hip now and GOD himself
    knows it. Trendy, some
    might say. Groovy. Nifty.
    That butt hangs strategically
    out the corner of Your mouth.
    Raise the eyebrow again,
    Joe! Suck it in. Blow it
    in our faces. Toss the
    red hot butt in a trash can
    full of toilet paper. Walk away
    happy, Joe. Finnigans Wake

    was in my fist and I

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    • -. - . _. (2/2/2014 12:34:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      talented 1: having a natural aptitude or skill for something. " a talented young musician" synonyms: gifted, skilful, skilled, accomplished, brilliant, expert, c ... more


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