Question:
Does this poem seem to be for you?
Oakwolf
2010-11-23 21:32:13 UTC
If you have closed many threads when they spiral out of control on you tonight, then it is. All others, enjoy if you are able.

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An ego like an ostrich egg is not a sin
unless it’s paired with intellect too miniscule
to understand that only angels dance on pins
and men who claim they are the best are always fools.
There is no pity large enough to understand
the machinations of a ruined poet’s mind
as he grasps at and grapples for an upper hand,
a thing he lacks agility, acuity to ever find.
Of all the things large that we may herein discuss
there’s only one that matters much at this late hour:
a great apology is owed to all of us.
More likely that a spruce tree will burst into flower.

The one I speak of lacks all decency;
The facts are there for everyone to plainly see.
Thirteen answers:
Frederic
2010-11-24 09:28:39 UTC
you ask for an opinion, here is mine

I like most poems on this site

but do think way to much energy is wasted

on to many small things that end up

only amounting to a hill of beans...

....my two cents..... spend it as you wish
synopsis
2010-11-23 23:40:29 UTC
I read the sonnet before I read the preamble. So I didn't get that it was intended to be a battlepoem.



I thought it came within a whisper of really being something. The first quatrain really exploits the ability of rime to take a poem off into strange and surreal territory. So many modern poets are just so totally in control of their riming strategies that they lose the capacity for random riming offers, as one sees in (say) Chaucer's Troylus and Criseyde. (Dylan Thomas touched on that axis in his 'Not your plumed lust, but his, must now change suit': but that also turned out to be a parody).



When I read your preface I understood why as it developed the poem stumbled back toward sense. But I still think this piece would have been better if you had given the surrealism its head.



Parodying rubbish is always a pointless task. Unless you are Lewis Carroll, the parody is never going to be good enough to stand without its Aunt Judy - and if the Aunt Judy isn't worth reading, people won't want to bother with your poem either.



And of course the growsers on this site are illiterate cowards - why else would they be here?



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But I actually think that if you go back and siphon out the very small amount of bile that is trying to make this piece coherent, you could easily have a pretty impressive clump of automatic writing. I am a big fan of Desnos, and therefore of this entire style. I'd certainly like to see this piece again, but with the missing randomness allowed to develop.



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It has certainly shown a new dimension to your talent. Perhaps the rabid parrots have some value after all?



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Post Script



If it is a battlepoem - shouldn't there be a link to what it is aiming at?



I probably never read the piece you are referring to. I know only too well how many regular posters here aren't worth my time.
5 ft 7 Texas Heaven
2010-11-24 04:36:20 UTC
At night I spiral, in my mind.



Yowee I miss so much at night it seems, and maybe best I'm outta the loop sometimes, but I love my Sister L.C, and H.D. and have no real clue who Bob is though I read that name written often here. I believe in becoming connected to you and having some level of contact, you are a decent person.



Given that I have missed this current drama, which I may catch up on while doing e mail alerts in reverse, I think for now i'll just bite my tongue rather than shoot myself in the foot.



As to the piece I found it relative in some ways, though I'm not the perpatrator, I get bashed too. I am trying to act the better person by not always battling back, but if I get pushed to the wall my fangs will shoot acid.
?
2016-10-03 09:33:48 UTC
Momma went out of the room to get a nurse on an analogous time as i stood over her momma and that i observed Grandma take her final breaths. I held her hand and observed her go peacefully. My momma got here lower back into the room and stated she's long gone. Grandma on no account opened her eyes lower back. I knew then she replaced into peacefully resting.not greater soreness yet she left my momma with a heartache. confident your poem is complete and makes me think of roughly previous deaths. This replaced into the only time i observed dying.
2010-11-24 06:28:58 UTC
Wait, what?! You're new?!?!? I thought I was the new person! Darn it, I always lose titles................



Lol... oh gosh... well is this for Thingum Bob, Esq.? Cause he gets on my nerves--why is he always attackin' Buk, anyway? I think he's jealous of his: amazing awesome cool good bestest wonderful magnificent terrific not apesh*tty poetic talent, huh... Cause he'll probably never have it like him... poor Thingum... Oh well, my toast is done and that's obviously more important, so buh bye, guys! Lol (;
?
2010-11-24 08:38:30 UTC
You are brow beating the wrong guy...

...your admiration is in the wrong place

unless you too require..deprogramming

I will now forget, I ever saw you....and that will make many happy

for the truth as all become gobbledygook

a mulligan stew so to speak

with too many chefs throwing in ...dee gumbo

...

byeeeeee
?
2010-11-24 03:55:38 UTC
It's difficult to respond to cheap drama and bad similes.

You are tainted with the writings of a fool. It is now

Impossible to argue with you since your mind is closed.

If you and others can stand to read writings which

Make no sense whatever, kissing butt, you are no

Longer worthy of a response, which would simply waste my

Time. Throw out the insults and name-calling all you want,

It means nothing to me, but shows your true colors, as well

As the cult following. I asked you to go back and read the

Facts. Obviously, you did not. Your one-track mind will

Lead you to a head-on collison with a metaphorical freight

Train. You should stay with smithery or wood-working.

We can't write all day, for there is a thing called sleep.

Addio.
Yesu Ben
2010-11-24 03:15:20 UTC
I don't see this piece singling out anyone. So, whosoever should be affected, let him come forth and air his side this proper way (like a real man would).
HD
2010-11-23 21:48:24 UTC
Perhaps I was not clear. I understood your poem to be about Bob and his attacks on most all of us.

I think he has turned in his mind, as milk will curdle after a time.

He is my friend no longer. And I was angry that he attacked my friends on here. You are one of my friends (I hope). I answered his questions in a way to make him aware of his teetering sanity. I hate that I was compelled to do that. Is that clearer? I hope so.
dcreature14
2010-11-23 21:49:56 UTC
This has got to be the best f * * * you to snooty emotionless pretentious "poets" I've ever read. Love it and keep on putting a * * holes

in their place \m/
Caz :) x
2010-11-23 22:57:05 UTC
Just make a list of all the poets your attacking , Better Still why don't we all attack etch other that would be fun .......... I'm Still friends with you all lol , when you say men who claim they the best are always fools.

your talking about who ? .... I hope your not attacking Buk ....lol his ego wont take that .



Just keep kissing @SSS
hp
2010-11-24 02:55:59 UTC
*looks around*



*sees the word, poet*



nope, not for me then



ba bye
2010-11-23 21:50:24 UTC
not for me, but i enjoyed your skill.


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