Poetry thread

[Macha]

Guest-I said:

"irk" i spelled that wrong! LOL.. but i was just trying to give you a reason for why he might have been "irked" you never should have to defend yourself... once again opinions.. but you did ask... so... cool. done.

I did not ask for an opinion on how I write things and who's bothered by it.
I also, did not defend myself, I educated and made that clear because obviously, some people thought that i did not believe in G-d because of the way I wrote it, so I set the record straight.

Sonshine, I respect your thread and will not make an issuse out of it. Clearly, I needed to get my point across and it was done. Done? Done. um, ok...yeah...so....cool.

[Julie]

You do that all the time and I have to admit that it bothers me.

it erks me a little.. but you can do what you please..

I dont see where it even matters...

why must I be raped, eh? I have no control over the outcome of my rape. I should only be raped if I am doing something and can take preventative measures against the rape. I just said 'rape' four times, in hopes the desperation in my voice would be heard. In honor of the POETRY thread, I found this poem:

I do not fancy a rape.
In fact, I’d rather eat a grape.
Grapes are good and rapes are bad
Unless the rape is from my dad.
To avoid rape, I wear plaid pants
Plaid makes boys not want to dance
And by ‘dance’ I mean ‘rape.’<br>

[sonshine76]

I have to say thank you to Mr Nondylan for turning me on to Tony Hoagland's poetry. I mean literally turning me on. Check out this James Taylor lookalike:
and
Fire and rain, baby.

This quote from one of Hoagland's poems, "Jet," really struck me as profound:

..."We would give anything for what we have."

From "How it adds up:"

"Happiness, Joe says, is a wild red flower
Plucked from a river of lava
And held aloft on a tightrope
Strung between two scrawny trees
Above a canyon
in a manic-depressive windstorm.

Don’t drop it, don’t drop it, don’t drop it,

And when you do, you will keep looking for it
Everywhere, for years,
While right behind you,
The footprints you are leaving

Will look like notes of a crazy song."

[Julie]

Thanks Sonshine for making me google him. I enjoy 'Lucky' a great deal and also 'Why the Young Men are so Ugly.'

[2Short]

Damnit. The reason why it bothered me is not because of a religious reason. It reminds me of people typing "f$#!" and "n-word" instead of "fuck" and "nigger." I was also pretty much just fucking around, so there was no reason for a mini debate.

Sunshine, Keats' "Ode to a Nightingale" is my favorite poem ever.

[Macha]

2Short said:

Damnit. The reason why it bothered me is not because of a religious reason. It reminds me of people typing "f$#!" and "n-word" instead of "fuck" and "nigger." I was also pretty much just fucking around, so there was no reason for a mini debate.

Yeah, I'm a toolbox.

[censored]

The Mask Of Death

Somethings growing inside you
Hard to tell what it is
Shows no face or sign
Its hidden behind the mask of death
Body breaking down, only your soul left
Our vessel to life corroding ino dust
Hidden behind the mask of death
Shortened life from illness inside you
Soul to save, only one chance to try to
Mood changes the person you once knew
Its hidden behind the mask of death
Will the light come from above?
Only time will tell
Pray in the morning, curse in the evening
Our lifestyle never seemed so receiving
Its hidden behind the mask of death
The bright side will show face
Even if our bodies are dead and our souls safe
No more hidding
No more anger
No more mask

[sonshine76]

Inside

No one else knows that smile like I do.
You saved it all your life for me, I think.
It was buried for years
Underneath layers of disappointment
and doors of high expectations.
I came and kicked off my shoes in your soul
and found home in the crook of your neck.
You just looked at me
When the sun was bouncing off my hair
and we danced with Dave Matthews in our heads
For that moment everything was ok.
"Where are you going?..."
Walking away from you
Just to hear you call out my name.
You told me my slightly crooked smile was sexy
That said a lot.
There are other, better compliments, you say
but not to me that day.
I know I'm not the only one
Inside this moment
Before obligatory roses
and whitewashed "yes, dears."
But I put a name to it and called it my own.

[Julie]

"fuck" and "nigger"

I read this differently. Allow me to illustrate.
'Shit yo, that's my car. Get that fuck and nigger offa it!'
You see...that's what I saw.

Are you guys posting things you've written or things you like from someone else?

[noshit]

hahahhaha.. MACHA! i reallly thought i spelled that wrong.. i so wasnt mocking you.. LOL.. i really thought i spelled it wrong... but whatever.. LOL..


Censored.. HOLY SHIT.. i live with you.. where do you hide this shit? its good.. damn! talented fuck.

[NonDylan]

Tony Hoagland is a G-d! (See how I did that? See how I turned the tables on a volitile situation and made it into 4 lbs. of funny? Class dismissed, bitches!)

But yeah, Hoagland, the man.

What's that? Post links to other kick ass poets? Okay!

Bob Hicok:
jacketmagazine.com/19/hic1.html

Jim Daniels:
www.poems.com/youbrdan.htm

... and I was going to put Toi Derricotte up here, but I couldn't find any of her poems online.

And we can't forget the hometown boy, Kevin Stein:
www.wiu.edu/foliopress/illinois/poetstein.htm

Now let's write some poetry!

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Untitled


So you told her that you loved her
Well does she love you back?
You told her that you wanted life to be with her
But she doesnt seem to care about how she acts
Settling for a feeling you yern for
Will only break you down in the end
When you find out that she never loved you
But only wanted to wed

Years of your life wasted for a false hope at love
Did you find the right girl
The girl you want to love?
And if you did how do you know its true?
Because she says so? But then tells you what to do

Wait for the one to come your way
Sit home, live life, and pray
You dont need this and she doesnt derserve you
So tell her how you really feel
Say goodbye and see it through

[noshit]

i have NO clue who thats about!

nice, leah.. nice.. so true.

[2Short]

Bob Hicok is one of the few contemporary poets that I like. I'm going to post my favorite poem of his, because Warren will have sex with me afterwards.

Literary Theory

When Billy said writing
is like sex I thought
I've been using

the wrong pencil
or having
wrong sex so I had

some sex to see
if a carriage return
or ellipses

had secretly
been involved. Would
the touching

of my wife's thigh
for instance as a prelude
to the touching

of her knee be improved
if I kissed her
allegorically or let

my meaning
during intercourse
remain implied?

At my desk and asking
the Japanese maple
outside the window

to be a metaphor
for the sugar maple
inside my head, I've

never found myself
panting or pressing
the O key as often

as I breathe it in bed
I prefer
generally things

that are like
themselves. Eating
resembles nothing

so much as absorbing
food. Writing is most
like what I'm doing

now. Sex is finding
the best words
for the mouths of my hands.

[NonDylan]

I prefer
generally things

that are like
themselves.

My penis is hard.