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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (9/4/2014 10:11:00 AM) Post reply

    Reciting oneself a poem understanding its meaning is a unique experience oneself to entertain and making us good feels. Poetry recitation is naturally easing tensions and keeping away the disturbing things of every day life and it is nice to read good poems and experiencing its sound vibrations and meanings and making our own comments about the poems a good thing.

  • Mohammad Skati Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (9/4/2014 7:54:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    By reading others' poems, then we will support ourselves with great knowledge of others' styles and methods. We don't want to imitate, but we need to help ourselves making ourselves able to write well. Thanks.

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    • John Westlake Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (9/4/2014 7:06:00 PM) Post reply

      Read other poems?? Yes. But each poet must a style that they feel comfortable with

  • Dan Reynolds Rookie - 1st Stage (9/4/2014 2:08:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    So yesterday I recieved a comment on one of my poems, but according to my stats it had no visitors. How does that work?

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    • delilah contrapunctal Rookie - 1st Stage (9/4/2014 10:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      re: PH methods...seems one can rely on utter nonsense, and/ or non-uttered nonsense...and in many colors...on a far happier note, in this case a D, I read here that you are now a grandpa....that's lo ... more

  • Abekah Emmanuel Freshman - 2nd Stage (9/3/2014 1:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello fellow citizens of he hunting community, I am always excited to know you are all having fun with poetry. May we always have the joy that poetry brings to the soul.
    I wish to alert you all of my new poems which I expect your candid comments to help me improve my writing skills. I wish to thank all those who read my poem the last time and commented on it as well. To those who, offered me advice with regards to my choice of words, I say thank you too. Let me inform you that my two latest poems are entitled....I TOO, SING POETRY. and AS I CLIMB HIGHER. Please enjoy and dont forget to leave your critical comments as well. Thank you all once again!

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  • Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip Rookie - 1st Stage (9/3/2014 12:06:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Once it was…
    I waited so long,
    I dream so big,
    Just to be your hero.
    I swear I was a broken glass,
    Somehow fixed by your voice,
    On the clear campus,
    I enjoyed of looking,
    Your walk with those foes
    I dream of being only the boy in campus,
    Just to see your smile at me.
    The first day of your smile,
    Was a secret view
    To share to my foes
    You freak my leg with your smile,
    And make me follow your smell.
    I surprise of being what to you,
    Coz once I was tempted,
    The word I will spell out for,
    Will be my raving thought for you
    You travel with a car,
    Sitting with a pelage sofa,
    And I go with a cycle,
    With my poor shoes
    Your every wish comes true,
    But my wish somehow seen on other hand,
    Coz my father wealth was not matured yet.
    But still!
    I somehow maintain to courage my broken heart.
    Once I was a lover,
    Who was fallen with a broken wings,
    From the high place of my kingdom,
    And those memories were written in my heart,
    But I believe,
    You will be my eraser to rub those memories.
    Oohhh my angle
    How will I make you love me?
    For I have no else to explain you.
    What are things?
    That will freeze your heart with me.
    Oohh baby love,
    Your perfume leads my way to you,
    For the tree was well planted for me,
    As I dare to love you,
    With my broken revival…


    Written by
    -Nehemiah theophylus haokip
    Date 19/7/13

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  • Jefferson Carter Rookie - 1st Stage (9/2/2014 6:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    So, Poemhumpers, instead of expending all my energy lashing Adam Snow and the hundreds of terrible ESL poets here, I decided to offer my services as a poetry editor to " Zocalo" magazine, a Tucson arts journal. Here's the first poem chosen. Hope you like it or at least can let go of your taste for bad 19th-century verse long enough to appreciate it.




    Zocalo Poetry – September
    August 31,2014

    THEIR MUSIC

    Rats of the air, winged vermin, the broadcaster
    spits into the microphone, and he could mean
    sad foreigners, unwanted refugees, homeless
    epithets assaulting and pockmarking the chinaberry trees
    with the bb’s fired by boys trying
    to cleanse the branches and roofs of
    the fornicating wings of the air. Pigeons
    nest all the time in this climate; even now
    two are thrashing their way through the dry husks
    of the palm into its green succulent center
    to feed their young. Someone on the radio says
    why don’t you ever see a baby pigeon, though
    they breed like rats, and I remember
    in the nest, how ugly the young were,
    blotched and naked, and how I loved them. Loved them most
    that morning when I could love myself
    in giving them their freedom, flinging open the three doors
    of my sister’s cages, and the 160 homing pigeons
    she’d kept there for years like a captive cloud
    swirled into the desert air to find their own compass,
    to home in on their own longitude and latitude.
    So now two are cooing and strutting
    on the neighbor’s tiles, and two are mating
    again beside the air conditioner, making it vibrate
    and shake, sending the sounds of pigeon love
    moaning down into the room. For they do love,
    it’s clear, from the way those two nestle so closely
    together, perched on the narrow of a single post;
    for hours, they preen each other, rub
    necks and breasts together, murmuring
    in those low tones that travel down
    into our houses, into the sterile white
    sepulchers of our hearts, as if we could speak
    the language of birds: thrive upon nothing,
    be driven by nothing, be obedient
    to nothing but love.

    – Rebecca Seiferle, author of Wild Tongue, is Tucson’s Poet Laureate.

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    • Professor Plum Rookie - 1st Stage (9/4/2014 10:25:00 PM) Post reply

      A nice little short story here. So much " plain" language. Dog God 8hate could write this same poem and make it interesting.160 pigeons sure do a lot of sh*ting though. Good thing she let th ... more

    • Lamont Palmer Rookie - 1st Stage (9/3/2014 1:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I like a lot of this, but parts of it, when read aloud, sounds like a passage from a novel, albeit, a well-written one. Prosaic rhythms just don't do it for me, even when imbued with a lively richness ... more

  • Mohammad Skati Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (9/2/2014 9:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I read a lot of poetry especially the global poetry just to shape greater ideas of what's going around.

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    • Gulsher John Rookie - 1st Stage (9/2/2014 11:42:00 AM) Post reply

      salute ur wisdom Sir, Milton, Byron, Colridge Eliot, and Ashbery are nothing before u, plz dont forget to post at least 20 messages here on PH... please, please, please

  • Pranab K Chakraborty Freshman - 2nd Stage (9/2/2014 6:43:00 AM) Post reply

    Sometimes flashes sometimes imitates my own:

    Be a gentle man in social relation
    never try to be much gentle
    while creation chasing you
    to catch your solitude

    Be a gentle man
    but never try
    to be a gentle composer
    who'll simply spoil the game
    thousand of years
    poets and artists
    bleed on the soil
    don't try to be gentle!

  • Abekah Emmanuel Freshman - 2nd Stage (9/2/2014 5:04:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear fellow honourable hunters,
    It is my pleasure to be here once again. Let me thank Dr. Carter for his alert while I recommend Langston Hughes’s- I Too - to you all...As a matter of fact, I have just chosen his title for my latest poem entitled-I TOO, SING POETRY....check it out and leave your comment, your rates are equally significant. Thank you all!

  • Jefferson Carter Rookie - 1st Stage (9/1/2014 4:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    Poemhumpers, this is a prize-winning poem?OK, I'll admit Richard Vargas, the editor, and I have been at each other's throats (he's one of those self-styled progressives who blocks you if you dare disagree with him) , and I'll admit there's no accounting for tastes. BUT to award this poem $500?I don't get it. What do you think?

    ON SCHEDULE

    (Winner of " The Mas Tequila Review’s" 1st Annual Margaret Randall Poetry Prize)

    The earth would continue
    turning, whether there’d been a second explosion
    or a flood or oil spill or indescribable heat.

    Whether the syllable of cancer soiled
    a sentence. Whether what we had could
    remind us of what we wouldn’t.

    We were working,
    and now we are hiding.

    We decide we need to be away
    from bridges and crossings and carnage.

    We call on raptors to release us,
    then we stock our pantries.
    We boot up for the open country.

    Geography causes everybody to worry
    about different things.

    We stand where we can see and meet
    our neighbors—

    where time moves shyly
    in single seconds.

    - Lauren Camp

    (Randall comments, this poem “is both grand and intimate. Its craft draws me in and rewards me, deeply. Its momentum builds. And I love its final two lines, which bring its vast geography into human time.”)

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    • Jim Hogg Rookie - 1st Stage (9/2/2014 7:37:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

      " Geography causes everybody to worry about different things." ?That seems to be astonishingly banal to me.. too obvious for words... worrying is the stuff of everyday life.. big deal.. & ... more

    • Gulsher John Rookie - 1st Stage (9/2/2014 4:49:00 AM) Post reply

      i don't like 'FIRST PERSON' that much...especially in poetry Ahhh 500 bucks! ! !

    • Lamont Palmer Rookie - 1st Stage (9/2/2014 3:50:00 AM) Post reply

      This poem is too preoccupied with saying something 'important'. There are a few nice lines in it, but the banalities override them. It typifies these kinds of contests where mediocre poems spewing pla ... more

    • Professor Plum Rookie - 1st Stage (9/1/2014 8:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Jeff, I love the ending and several line ... more


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