Recognition for New Poets

[HomerPindar]

I am not all that particular about my name (gawds knows I have enough of them) but on the off chance folks are looking for me....

I'm glad to have readers one and all. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to writing for something other than a grade and degree soon.

Thanks,
HomerPindar

 

[postobitum]

Re: sunday poems

"A Poem Academy"

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Hear that sweet rumble and roar?
Feel the gears hit home
an the rods ram fast an hard
with a metal slicked oil scent
clean an golden in the vents
risin soft an nice from the leather
seats an outta the fuzzy dice
hangin from the rear view
oh honey papa is ready tonight
to take her for a ride on my tempest machine.
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mo par for' d chove roll lay~
postobitum has a james dean image poem~
with his twist on a seat...grin...loved the
way this was put together...
the best poems are supposedly
from what I read ladt night ...
14 lines long...."period"
or three sets of 6 lines...

such as this poem.....A +
also had another poem post~

Thanks Art, I was in a lean mean on the hood kinda mood when I wrote it, very happy the james dean image I wanted made it through!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

sorry HomerPinder

I am not all that particular about my name (gawds knows I have enough of them) but on the off chance folks are looking for me....

I'm glad to have readers one and all. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to writing for something other than a grade and degree soon.

Thanks,
HomerPindar

EEEKS...

I just noticed that since you said something
sorry HomerPinder~

humble apologyz~

off to work ya'll have a good day and
post a poem or two...gonna be a long day
after working saturday and sunday...grin~


poets be poetic~

 

[annaswirls]

Hey MET, thank you for your mention of my unburied alive poem. I always get all naturey when visiting my parents place.

Keep it up and thanks again!

~anna

 

[My Erotic Tale]

lesson~

Odes are normally dignified, serious poems written in praise of an event or object or person.

Ode to the West Wind © Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning; there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height -
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams,
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip the skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision, I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
O, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

 

[Du Lac]

Tail... Ode lover lol..

I do so love odes.. thank you Art... I would like to share a poem with all... one of my all time favorites.. twists and turns.. look deep within.. and learn...

Du Lac

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful --- a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
'I love thee true.'

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd --- ah! woe betide! ---
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried --- 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering;
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

-- John Keats

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ode~

wow loved that one...Du Lac~

I personally like ballads and odes..
but some reach for a short and moving
experience in reads...

sign of the times I guess...

Hey Lil~
dang girl you been busy...
poems popping out everywhere...
and putting the erotic back literotica...

I got home from a 12 hour day and am
beat...so as I always say...post a poem
or a link to your poem ...please give a
description of the poem and maybe even
a lesson on its creation....<big grin>

settling in...read a few poems dang good
material...

Annora soared with a witty write~
twenty four hours...grin~

princess rayann has a wonderful poem!
short quick wit~


wicked and neon well they soared...
eve's was gripping and neon!
well it was simply brilliant....a must read
quick wit with words...

learn poetry by reading and reading and reading
then writing...then reading and reading then write

grin~

 

[champagne1982]

from ode to epic and back again...

If you'd all like to try your hands at story poems with rhyme and meter, check out this An Epic Challenge that was started a while back.

P.S. Art, I'm so glad you've looked into the odes and ballads. They have a style not many hearken to,
but when a person
thinks in rhyming verse, as I so often do,
to write an epic or an ode,
is what I choose, don't you?

 

[The_Fool]

Re: from ode to epic and back again...

If you'd all like to try your hands at story poems with rhyme and meter, check out this An Epic Challenge that was started a while back.

P.S. Art, I'm so glad you've looked into the odes and ballads. They have a style not many hearken to,
but when a person
thinks in rhyming verse, as I so often do,
to write an epic or an ode,
is what I choose, don't you?

Oh Carrie.......

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[LilDarlin]

New Poems Today~

I have 3 new poems posted today~
Hoping you all have a chance to read them.
If not thats cool, no worries.

Also, to those of you whom have read and commented~~ HUGGGSSSSSSS~!!
I do Thank you all for the support and all the encouragement.

Good night and Hope ya'll have a GREAT one~~!!


LilDarlin~

 

[postobitum]

Come to this thread and tell me I'm not going crazy. Is this guy taking someone's work or what? He hasn't responded when I comfronted him. This looks very supsicious to me. The 1st poem "sadpoet" wrote was very disorganized then when I went to help him out....Whoa! Check it out! Don't worry, there's not a lot to go through to see what's going on. I just want opinions on this. Maybe this isn't the thread to post this on, but I thought anyone would want to know if their work was taken.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=294660

Hmmmm, gotta admit it looks weird, then again the later stuff really could be stuff he wrote a while back when he was more inspired or had more time to play with it, refine it. I'd hate to accuse someone of plagarism if it's not true...this is a toughie.

 

[princess rayann]

wow... jeez...

he comes across a bit fishy to me as well.

*her bratitude coming out*

and mah momma always told me -- if it looks like fish and smells like fish... well yew get the picture! *hmpfs and flicks mah Barbie's hair at him*

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Re: from ode to epic and back again...

If you'd all like to try your hands at story poems with rhyme and meter, check out this An Epic Challenge that was started a while back.

P.S. Art, I'm so glad you've looked into the odes and ballads. They have a style not many hearken to,
but when a person
thinks in rhyming verse, as I so often do,
to write an epic or an ode,
is what I choose, don't you?

yes I do champagne~

thanks tremendously for the tip
got spun off into ea poe
then some westerns which sparked
a scarlett rose and those to follow
I find enjoyment out of writing them
enormously...

thanks again and watch for some to post

hey lil just got in after a 12 hour day...grrr
will try to post some poems...


hey the fool
welcome

postobitum~

christina~

princess~

hope all had a great day~

 

[Honey123]

Re: Re: from ode to epic and back again...

yes I do champagne~

thanks tremendously for the tip
got spun off into ea poe
then some westerns which sparked
amarillo rose and those to follow
I find enjoyment out of writing them
enormously...

thanks again and watch for some to post

hey lil just got in after a 12 hour day...grrr
will try to post some poems...


hey the fool
welcome

postobitum~

christina~

princess~

hope all had a great day~

Art...

Just a kiss....

 

[My Erotic Tale]

hey

hey honey~


Some body want to post the new poems please do
where's Du Lac?

I sent and they got lost in the process
and I love ya but I'm not doing twice after
a long day at work....big hugs...

never fear tomorrows near....grin~

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[My Erotic Tale]

Hi there, Art

On and off today here. I'll have to catch up with my reading and feedback either later on or tomorrow. I think I did more goofing around on the threads today. It was fun checking them out!

*hugs*

Thanks Christina~

cool...
aint been thread hopping in awhile...
yep lots a monkey chatter
and a lot of witty whispers...hehehe

thanks again...

Art~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

gosh....lesson

gosh christina hope you dont mind but went
for a quick stroll thru the read you posted and
found this...

originally posted by Christina O Liegh

Have you ever counted syllables? Perhaps this is new to you. Rhyming comes pretty natural to me- I'm like a dirty mother goose. I think you've got some great potential here, and you're rhymes don't seemed forced, which is great! If you take each line in your poem and count the syllables, either try to make it the same throughout OR lets say, one line has 8 syllables, next would be 6. It doesn't matter what number, just as long as you're doing this thoughout. This will help you out with a nice flow. Not always can you get it though. It takes a lot of work. When you're rhyming like this, you do need to add some extra words here and there so the person reading doesn't trip on the flow. But at the same time, you don't want it to be too long either. Something I'm learning now in free style poetry. (what a bitch!) I'm very detailed, so it's hard for me at times. I'm not a pro but hope some day to be! *smiles*

Example to show counts:
I sneak out when my man's at work, -8
And yes, I say it with a smirk. -8
So many times I've been so bored. -8
My sex life sucks ‘cause I'm ignored. -8

No shame to go behind his back, -8
I knew some one would like a snack. -8
This ass of mine went on the net, -8
At last I found myself a pet. -8

OR

You could write a poem with these counts per line-
8
6
8
6

Doesn't matter what count-
Line break- structure/form
Then same

8
6
8
6

Just should be the same throughout. I'm sounding redundant now, aren't I? So many types of poetry I could discuss!

Okay, you didn't ask for help but I thought I would teach you what I've been taught. I have a lot of fun doing it!

Good luck and keep writing!
Chris
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now I gotta count sylabols?
oh my......hehehe....thanks Christina~

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

Originally posted by My Erotic Tale
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now I gotta count sylabols?
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Get some drops to put in your eyes first. They get sore after a while. Or just keep putting it in as you go
*giggles*

Remember, not all poetry has to have that perfect count. I really think some poems can still have a nice smooth flow if they know what they're doing. Also, in free verse- anything goes, just as long as the reader is drawn in. That's what I'm working on right now. I'm very detailed and it's hard to get to the message without it being so long. This is a toughy for me. I hope I'm improving in that department. Thanks for all your comments everyone *smiles*

 

[Du Lac]

Counting counting counting...

yes Christina..
you are so correct on the counting part. It does help so much in the flow the poem. But I have to put my 2 cents in lol...

I use a method of disjunction.. or..not fluid use of rhetoric to convey more emotion. When a poem is read out loud this moves through the voice, the body and the mind. It has a whole different feel to the poem when voiced. For example in my creak poems.... I use this skipping I call it. and misplaced rhyming to cause an uncomfortable feeling.. to convey non smoothness. uneasiness, etc.

Forced rhyming I also use to convey forced emotions.. the forcefulness or the inner struggle that lies underneath the words in the poem. All my poems are not just face value they all have hidden meanings lol.. deep du lac....

I will also repeat stanzas for hieghtened effect... finally... like in Creak.. the Slam slam slam.. then the mention of cold frigid winds.. like the muse rushing thru the doors as the coldness of his departure pulls the doors so easily opened into an echoing slam that never ever... leaves ones heart... haunting to hear the creak once more.. the risk taken, the heart open... and vulnerable to all who will accept the willingness to be... just yourself.... SLAAM
creak..

hope you understand why I do the things I do ..in poetry lol... simple wording.. I use for basic primal natural human actions... hence creak 2. Simple .. but the complexity lies in the creak... the offset force rhyming in the inner mental struggle... to forget.. and also.. in the dying of a dream.. a love... we sometimes go to the most physical basic calling.... sex.. use and be used. And the wanting of more (expectations).. finally surrendering to the master... by living in the creak.. the lost love... memories.. in order to orgasm... hence he thinks he has her.. but no... she is with her lost love... hope there.. in the not total surrender to the death of her soul.. but being used like apiece of meat... sweet painful sadness ...
Belle du lac

 

[Du Lac]

Counting counting counting...

yes Christina..
you are so correct on the counting part. It does help so much in the flow the poem. But I have to put my 2 cents in lol...

I use a method of disjunction.. or..not fluid use of rhetoric to convey more emotion. When a poem is read out loud this moves through the voice, the body and the mind. It has a whole different feel to the poem when voiced. For example in my creak poems.... I use this skipping I call it. and misplaced rhyming to cause an uncomfortable feeling.. to convey non smoothness. uneasiness, etc.

Forced rhyming I also use to convey forced emotions.. the forcefulness or the inner struggle that lies underneath the words in the poem. All my poems are not just face value they all have hidden meanings lol.. deep du lac....

I will also repeat stanzas for hieghtened effect... finally... like in Creak.. the Slam slam slam.. then the mention of cold frigid winds.. like the muse rushing thru the doors as the coldness of his departure pulls the doors so easily opened into an echoing slam that never ever... leaves ones heart... haunting to hear the creak once more.. the risk taken, the heart open... and vulnerable to all who will accept the willingness to be... just yourself.... SLAAM
creak..

hope you understand why I do the things I do ..in poetry lol... simple wording.. I use for basic primal natural human actions... hence creak 2. Simple .. but the complexity lies in the creak... the offset force rhyming in the inner mental struggle... to forget.. and also.. in the dying of a dream.. a love... we sometimes go to the most physical basic calling.... sex.. use and be used. And the wanting of more (expectations).. finally surrendering to the master... by living in the creak.. the lost love... memories.. in order to orgasm... hence he thinks he has her.. but no... she is with her lost love... hope there.. in the not total surrender to the death of her soul.. but being used like apiece of meat... sweet painful sadness ...
Belle du lac

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

..............

 

[Du Lac]

Smiles

Christina...
LOL! I know you never said I was a bad poet! I was just explaining how sometimes you can break the rules for an effect in poetry. Now it is just my experiments but sometimes you have to push the envelope and try new concepts to break thru to a new realm. My brain is always spinning.. therefore, new methods are always right there for me to try. Sometimes they work, sometimes not! That is how it is with me. I love your feedbacks and want to thank you, Art, Lil darlin and the others Sack! for your support in my writing... it is very important and cherished as well as the critiques. I hate... hate.. when someone gives you a 2.O and does not have the balls to tell you why they don't like it. How can you learn with out directions, yes Du Lac... I like that. .not that .. OW.. uck.. hmmmm... that works! LOL...just like all the basic things in life we need to be told... guided and directed. LOL... laughing because could you tell the 2.0 stuff was simmering... I am a hot head sometimes!
Du Lac

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Hey all...I went poem reading...grin>>>

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SummerMornings: by Honey 123

Honey is quite the poetress~
adding an erotic flare..mmmm
tastey honey~...hehehe
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Max just sat there: by jd4george

clip~
"victim of some hooker's shoe
that was thrown too wildly "

jd...has an amazing style of writing that
always sends me into a cucklebone itch
or thinking with head scratches...witty
and Hi Max~


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day and night : by amy moore

erotic poem~

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"i was screaming his name,
then wondered how i knew it,"
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cage: by neonurotic

I had to mention this poem...
it's been on my mind all day...
this is a lesson poem...
a poet who can make a great
poem out of anything...grin
honest...loved this poem and gonna
try my hand at this...hehehehe
~~~~~~~look for ... trashy~~~~

hehehehehehe...great poem neon~

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The Facts oif ageing woman :by Christina O Leigh

oh the witty worded woman..hehehe
great poem and had me counting sylables..hehehe

teacher set example~
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comforting candy medicine :by princess rayann

This piece is actually a short story but can be classified as poetry due to all the vivid images and the way it's broken down. This certainly isn't the longest poem I've ever seen and I'm curious as to what others think. Thank you so much, as always, for taking the time to read this.
~princess~
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time: by Lildarlin

clip~
For who knows
what time will bring,
tomorrow~

a powerful poem...a thinker..deep
and truthfull...LilDarlin has a way
of telling us to smell the roses in her poem
~~~~~~~~~time~~~~~~~~~~~~


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to be an envelope :by liar

liar is a poet that has a style and a half...
unfortunately I can't even read the half...
honestly..this poem is so smooth and filled
with words I never heard used ever in
texas...so it's like real exotic...hehehe
but really ...a zen master of poetry
clip`
"To be an envelope,
contain an ethereal message,
purple connotations,
cinquains linked, metonymes
like red leaves piled
by silk thread narration's
slanting script."

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sampler: by postobitum

Post~ has a quick wit poem style along with
some other styles..but this tiny word wizardry
is moving~
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Cartwheelin: by tungtied2u

hehehe...I love cartwheels...
do them several times a week...hehehe
love this poem~

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Unconditional love: By Annora

This is so cute...
love this poem ...the twist is the best...
heartfelt and wonderful~

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summer daze: by Seeker n Finder


oh my this is like the perfect poem ...right?
well structure wise maybe?
I thought so...hehehehe
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reality: by impressive

okay this was impressive...of course...hehehe
no kidding this was creative and filled
with an impressive amount of wisdom...grin~

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that was what I read...and commented on
there are so many more...if you see a good one
place it here....grin...thanks for the great reads...