How's this poetic approch?
Dan
would stay well out of your forum for fear of my own personal scholastic
self conviction. Eventually I'll get this down, but till than, allow me to
belt out yet another corker.
As he sits inside his house,
with his judgment and and his mouse,
he wears his wives pink blouse.
When everyone's away
that's the time he loves to play
to complete his routine day.
The blouse looks not that bad
but his thong looks rather sad
OH what a fine young lad.
With his body big and hairy
mental pictures turn up scary
as he imitates a fairy.
His behavior though is very
super ordinary
for a guy who's name is .....
Larry (yea, not Gary)
He hate's the name of Dan
it reminds him of the man
who once caught him in the can
with his manhood in his hand.
But all is done in fun
we don't mean to hurt no one
after all is said and done
what good friends we'll all become.
Is that any better??
so he
nic
Instead of writing poems in two minutes and posting them straight
away, how about you take a week off, read a lot of poetry then see
where you are. Poetry takes time, a lot of time if you want to do it
right. And one week will just be a beginning.
nic.
Dan
me to see what it will do. Sometimes that approach does work against me. But
in an honest evaluation of my rapid deployment of my so called poetry, I
came up with qualifying factor. I have been hopping through hundreds of chat
rooms over the past few days before I stumbled across this, and I believe
that it has had an effect on me similar to coming off of a freeway and into
a 25 mph zone. Those chat rooms move along at a pretty good rate. I believe
they call it being velositized (for lack of a better term.) Does that make
sense? THX Dan
j
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> Instead of writing poems in two minutes and posting them straight
> away, how about you take a week off, read a lot of poetry then see
> where you are. Poetry takes time, a lot of time if you want to do it
> right. And one week will just be a beginning.
>
> nic.
>
>
speaks volumes on why I should not post here. I have never once taken more
than ten minutes to write anything I have ever written (save the short
stories). I apologize for my abrupt arrival and any subsequent offenses. I
see now I am better off just reading your posts (I believe you call this
"lurking"). I beg a thousand pardons.
j.
crowstouch
to a "sense" about meaning, it is still words expressed from one's thoughts.
The imagination, learned written way, or just what life brings at a
particular moment, can produce a poetic balance of truth. That truth, is how
it makes the meaning understood, brought across to the reader, in fiction,
real life happenings, or erotica, coming in ways each must learn to accept
for what the words become. Some poets mean one thing and write it to erode
the mind's thinking process so there can be no end in sight for meaning. Yet
some poets write for the illusion life is to them, and expresses it in a
poetic balance that goes beyond brilliance. Still, there are a few poets who
just write for the sake of putting down words, whether any real meaning or
direction given, is meant to be anything at all except "funny" ways to
express themselves.
Poem writing is an art, a gift, an expression of someone's personal path
from the soul, the spirit to which they want given inward the reader...so
knowing the strength behind a poem's power to words. Examining the works of
other poets, past and present, you can see the poetic balance from one to
another, living outward of themselves for the art to be read and a reality
believed.
It does not just happen...
Writing poetry does not become evolved from "Creative Writing" classes, only
learning to craft it better.
Poetry is what the spirit brings in words, for the purpose of healing and
emotions to be felt, truths of one's soul to be heard through words, the
evolved circumstance of life grasped with imagery, nature's extreme way of
making life what it is, all of how the spiritual existence becomes known
through words, as has the poet, to which wrote the poem.
Learn of how poetry is formed, flows with a conveyance of comfort, reads
well the truth of what a poet is feeling or wants felt, breathes like the
essence of a rose. Then you know of how to write poetry...and understand the
truth to the power of words.
The "now" Moment
There was not any time,
the moment came with a force encompassing a thousand winds,
enveloping the spirit with more emotion than could almost handle,
the sun was setting beyond the horizon,
all the colors of the spectrum came forth,
if shining through a crystal,
specially made just for this instance,
as too, an image rose in the center of all that brilliance.
It was seen to be something of flesh,
regalia made for times past,
an Elder of great wisdom and knowledge,
The Great Spirit,
A Creator,
the keeper of spirit's love,
and beyond everything the "now" has to offer.
Waves move in and out,
with no sound as they
fold and churn to a light movement upon sandy beach,
bringing the sea's essence into the picture, vision.
There is no one looking at what is seen by my eyes,
every walking, running, driving, person has no clue
to the magnificent image partaking the sunset's time,
if even the clock is ticking,
I assume not,
and my inclination is to look at the wristwatch,
but do not.
The reason for my vision is not quite present,
an understanding of its truth is,
His touching my soul for a purpose comes not
as words, but the felt presence of love and life.
More for the known reason of what I can put in words,
that makes Him, what is, for all to feel as read.
Nothing comes to our reality except for a purpose,
a wandering of thoughts which make everything matter,
a truth,
for its existence to be with ours and taking care of all
which becomes a part of that life,
so nothing then is lost or found without a realism,
in which everything is alive with His essence,
such to that of the sea's,
where it rolls and churns, moving a swell up then down,
never stopping and always moving.
The Great Spirit,
does this without any reservation on our part,
He knowing how the spirit resides inward our sanctuary,
where His truth comes without never stopping,
yet leaves us for the reasoning to accept its motion,
the compliance in faith, healing, and love.
The time has past and a moment is gone.
My "now" existence is just beginning,
a messenger,
so must bring the goodness of words to whom
may need them for their way of thought.
Peace and joy to all,
and to all a good night.
Copyright © 1999
Albert L. Wade, Jr.
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nic
Every poet has his own way of writing and expressing himself, that's
what makes it so interesting, it is the ultimate in self-expression.
So you can write however you feel happy, but most of us agree that it
takes time to write poetry.
nic.
Dan
Some of what I got, I'm sure, swayed from your context. However, I was able
to base a couple character profiles into my forte that I was unable to
previously get nailed down (with any assurance of clout that is) Right on
crowstouch!
crowstouch
Hope it helps, I tend to get real deep in my terminology of writing poetry.
Take care...
crowstouch
JAS Carter
"crowstouch" <crows...@msn.com> spake thus:
>A poem, whether it derives from the bazaar
I didn't know there was a poetry bazaar.
I've heard of Babar's bizarre bazaar, though.
Julie Carter
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What the fuck are you babbling about?
gg
Take your meds.
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More time left to live
From now on though
From my heart more I shall to you give"
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