Poetics and Poetry Discussion

I have a new brand of poetry. Simple and short with a philosophical bent to them. Just read a few and you will see the depth and simplicity of which I speak. I would like some people to read my poems and direct me to other poets that may be working along the same lines.

A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT on the POETICS FORUM: Having been driven off numerous poetry sites (the latest being Goodreads) , I'm reinventing myself as the NEW and KINDER Jefferson (J.C.) Carter. I will no longer get embroiled in fruitless diatribes about politics; I also promise to rein in my inherent snarkiness when I encounter a hopelessly clueless poet wannabe. Ooops, I mean a potentially competent poet. Sworn by me on this 23rd day of March,2013. Also, I'm cleaning up my various psuedonyms and using Jefferson Carter from now on.

Are God and Mother Nature in cahoots?

Was God aware of Mother Nature’s strength
when he created her and gave her voice?
Was she, made free to act at any length,
so all her acts, (like ours) were her own choice?

For if she does exist, I fail to see
an ounce of godliness in certain acts.
In fact, I fear, if she be myth, like He,
we’ll find scarce little solace in the facts.

She may be taking orders from above
or acting from a Darwin point of view?
Selecting and rejecting without love
whilst balancing the old worth with the new?

If God, or Mother Nature do exist..
I’d like them both to know, how off I’m pissed! !

We should all post something sexual and see if we can all be ousted.

The Cave

I left the road, tramped
in the fields until I came

to a forest growing dark.
I entered, moving from

tree to tree- on my way
without the moon, until

I entered a cave and lost
my center. I turned my

collar up against the cold,
- withdrawing my life

to see if anyone would
follow and fish it out.

I had no idea that Herbert died. He was going to walk the Philosopher's Weg with me in Heidelberg. I hate the sudden feeling of a sink hole in my heart when I hear these things. Anyone know how he died?

So that those of us who have strayed and feel the urge to return to PH for a spell don't have trouble finding each other, I suggest that we post poems in the Forum for a while.

John K

Hello poets,

I don't know who, if any of you, will remember me but I wish to inform all that Poemhunter has removed all of my work for what they say was pornographic content. I have posted work here for 10 years and some of that work has been on this site since the beginning. Most of it is published and held in both the national libraries of Ireland and the UK. Some had sexual imagery but most did not. Nevertheless, the site has now removed all of my work.
I do not know why and I feel devastated. I will be leaving the site as a result of this censorship. Thank you one and all and be careful with your work. It is precious.

Sonja Broderick

Hello poets,

I don't know who, if any of you, will remember me but I wish to inform all that Poemhunter has removed all of my work for what they say was pornographic content. I have posted work here for 10 years and some of that work has been on this site since the beginning. Most of it is published and held in both the national libraries of Ireland and the UK. Some had sexual imagery but most did not. Nevertheless, the site has now removed all of my work.
I do not know why and I feel devastated. I will be leaving the site as a result of this censorship. Thank you one and all and be careful with your work. It is precious.

Sonja Broderick

" Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful
thing in the world.
A limited, limiting clarity
.
.
I have not and never did have any motive of poetry
but to achieve clarity
.
.
George Oppen

Hi friends your suggestions are valuable to me.


Nature's Makeup

Scorching heat of summer
Burns the earth like a fire
Followed by wrinkles and cracks
Make it more worst.

Drizzling rains cleanses the earth
And make it cool and lively.

Snowy cover of winter heal the burns
And cover the wrinkles
And soothes its cracks
And make the earth more pretty and lovely.

Sunny autumn make it more romantic.

Spring waiting for its turn for the final touch,
It covers the earth with beautiful flowers.
And now the beautiful bride is ready with lovely smile.

Patience of the earth is often tested.
But it wait patiently for the seasons to come and heal.

If nature can heal itself,
So we can!