New Poetry Recommendations

[bogusbrig]

There are thirty odd poems this morning...hmm, maybe some are yesterday's that never got reviewed. I expected a lot of the same old drivel of pumping arses and multiple orgasms, drowned cats and cocks that shoot like a firefighter's hose but NO, I was pleasantly surprised. With so many poems I'm going to apologise now for any I have missed.

Let me start with DCpoet who has two poems up this morning. DC's humour gets more honed and cynical the more he writes. His two poems are Nut Buster and Wings Spread Wide Open. Nut Buster about the frustrations of the need to write and Wings Spread Wide Open has a touch of polemic with reference to the satirist Mort Salh.

maybe, it would help
to find a comedian - like mort sahl.
a new administration
would really help the cause.
this one is to damn run down.

The next is someone that is new to me, Unlisted, who has eight poems, he has a nice easy style. There is inevitably a varying quality amongst so many poems and a touch editing could have improved them somewhat but who doesn't that apply to? All are worth the time. Much is confessional poetry and by its nature not to everyone's taste but give him a go. This taster is from Riptides.

I know the steps
that were wrongly taken
and they could be avoided this time.
I know how to float now,
so I wouldn't have to
hold on to you for my life.

Sacks has given us something a little different, what I call concrete poetry because it seems to me it should be read out loud as it is more about sound. It's pointless giving you a taster because of the style but look for yourselves The Aviary

LeBroz has offered us a short piece of polemic questioning contemporary America. American's will be better placed than me to judge what he has to say but I'm all for poetry taking on issues that have relevence in the lives of the masses. Check yourself Children Of Enlightenment

I'm sure I have missed something but my time has run out so my apologies to anyone who deserves being mentioned and I've missed them but there is enough for everyone to read over morning coffee so check out New Poems.

 

[Angeline]

November 20, 2005

I have a glorious day off with little that actually needs to be done. It's a good day for me to peruse the new poems list. Here are some offerings besides those Bogusbrig (except the one by Sack--I didn't notice he recommended it, but it's good enough for two recs ) mentioned that I really enjoyed reading:

My favorite of the day is Dmitry’s piano by cavu182. It's rather mysterious and full of evocative imagery. I read it three times; I could read it at least three more.

jthserra writes the most lovely haiku. shattered trees (haiku) is at once delicate and strong. He makes every word count.

Another beautifully written, evocative piece is Pitcher 13 by Dustystar. It's a child's memory unlocked and reiterated through the voice of the grownup poet. I love the way she writes.

I'm always happy to see a new poem submitted by Steve Porter. Alice imprisoned perfectly captures canine longing for release from a tether.

Love Divine by Savannah Skye is short but beautifully worded.

The Aviary by Sack is birdcall personified. Literally. You'll have to read it to see what I mean.

And in the spirit of fishy Rybka, here's a golden oldie I spun. Took me about eight spins, but I came up with a great choice by a poet who I think has quite a gift. I wish I knew what he is writing now.

Samhain
by Smaugfire

Saint Elmo’s Fire glowing in the night
ivory-towered children dressed up like
honey-creepers fluttering plumage for
gifts, for ransom, for luminary light in
dark macabre themes, forcing them all
tributaries to keep evil at bay, the gaff
for the predator, to make him go away.
the night of the incubus and jaundiced
satiety, achromatic feats and Pentecostal
levity, for the veil to thin and lost love
to linger. the horned one’s end, and hope
for a new year.

These are just the poems I most enjoyed today. There may be others more to your liking, but you won't find out unless you read them all, will you? And don't forget to vote and comment while you're there.


Angeline

 

[Du Lac]

Sunday's Reviews

Hi All...
It is Sunday again and we have a few poems to spin through. I would like to thank Bogus and Angeline for getting into the feel of things on Community Sunday. Great reviews by both of you Thanx!!!

Here are some poems that caught my eye today:

Dimtry's Piano by cavu182

Dmitry playing scales in the next room
the moon, long set
rushing back to where it began,
North American and Pacific plates
slowly rub against each other

I enjoyed the waltz from the poet and his surroundings moving wider into the realm of moon (universe) and Earth (plates). As we all know I am one who reaches for works that deal with the oneness of all things. I felt the stirring here of that process of understanding. Nice work.

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As You Rain by sweet GA peaches

All that flourishes so deep
and so complete-
And to the greater sum
sends inner balance.
of all that we are,
long enough to dream
of all we wish to become.

Not one of Sweet's strongest works but still a strong write; having many vivid details and strong emotional qualities. Sweet always does a nice job on pulling one into the realm of her work.

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I must mention that I also agree with BB and Angeline on their mentions. I just do not want to repeat them over and over. But I must also do this with the following poem for it is my read of the day:

Children of Enlightenment by LeBroz

But still I wonder, with all His might
Legions of priests, all confused;
Each with his own God's wisdom true
Which God wants political power?

A powerful write. Filled with thoughtful reality and questions that make one stop and take notice. Lebroz has been blooming recently and I would like to commend him on his hard work that has shown off so nicely in this poem.

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Well there we have it and hope that all had a wonderful weekend. Thanksgiving is coming up here in the States and may Gratitude and wisdom soak into the souls of all who will be celebrating here on Turkey Day! And if you do not celebrate same blessing onto you... gratitude enriches our life, so I can not think of a better blessing onto another soul.

blessings
Du Lac~

 

[tarablackwood22]

I do miss doing the reviews once a week, and today I read all the day's offerings for the first time in a long, long while.

I offer this as the day's best, and IMO, far and away - Pitcher 13


white wishes everyone,

 

[bluerains]

Poems of Plenty for Monday

Have not spent as much time as I would like to read over the whole lot...but , as time permitted these are ones that captured my attention...

The might vs. poet surviving with the strength of his personality as
he lives by the strength of his pen in this age old struggle...
The Fighter
by dcpoet44 ©


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Drawing common treads between birds of prey and the play of pretense ..the last verse
has the most impact..well done as always Ange delights the mind in
Memory Like Instinct
by Angeline ©




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MET..gives a word play in his continued changes of style ..nice images and mixed with a wee bit of blue...nice work ..Art..

See-level
by My Erotic Tale ©





Please read and post any comments on other fine pens today...have a happy harvest weekend...blue

 

[Syndra Lynn]

The Best Poem of the Day

is Liar's five and a half letter

It's absolutely brilliant.

Thanks to all the poets who continue to post here and sustain me.

Blessings

Syn

 

[Guest]

Thirty-one new poems today and my recommendations are –



Three illustrated poems

YA.KI.MA and center of the universe by 4degrees

Sketches…first light by savgewolf



Unadorned poems

Inquisition 2012 by bluerains which has been given the coveted green E.

Learning to Swim by CuriousWife

Meeting Miss Fortune by Sapphos Sister



Some interesting new voices –

Leoinepoet and tinkanjil



My favourite today –

Missed Migration by reltne

 

[flyguy69]

I want to reiterate Tess' recommendation for this poem:

Learning to Swim by CuriousWife

CW's handling of metaphor and imagery is a thing of beauty, here.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

23.Nov.2005

There are only ten little new poems posted today, so you can go and read them all without spending much time.

There were two that caught my eye, though - the first two of the list:

books i've borrowed
by recklesschild ©

Books that I've borrowed, pages I have turned,
are marked with other distractions: jam, grease,
chocolate cake, tea. Sometimes I have eased
them into hot waters, bloated, burned,

spilled, dropped, fumbled, torn. I can say sorry
but marked as they are, they speak for themselves:
We weren't mistreated, forgotten on shelves-
until we were read hard. "I am sorry,"

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You know you're reading a great sonnet when you don't notice it is a sonnet until you're done reading. And this one is top-notch.

And:

The Sign
by My Erotic Tale ©​

This one impressed me particularly - not for being a great poem - but because of who it comes from. The level of language here represents such a huge leap in the right direction that I just had to mention it and offer some encouragement to the author. There's some sophistication, and even the rhyme doesn't feel gratuitous - there's even an eye-rhyme thrown in the mix. Well done, MET.

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday November 24, 2005

There are 13 new submissions to read on this Thanksgiving day. As I always do, I start off with a non-erotic "spinner" from the archives.

Today's Golden Oldie :
This poem was posted in February of 2004, and I found this piece by eagleyez on the 9th spin. I liked these "zeal cutlets" when I first read this work, and I still like this poem by a downeast neighbor. It needs some more votes to win its H.

zeal for

a trifling moment,
hallucinatory
in palesky clarity-
a sensory vagueness
this pouring of pine needles.

zeal for word.
zeal for the standing still
humming bird.
zeal for wind
that shakes my limbs
and deadwoods automatic.

incandescence-
neon mid day-
zeal for that
where nothing is pale,

and no choice anymore
but to fill detail.

zeal for all audience
and your irridescent
collective machine.

zeal for your heart's company-
and the circle that is constantly perfect.

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Having read all 13 poems de jour, I advise you to stick with the turkey today. Only one of the poets is familiar to me and I think she has offered superior fare in the past.
Of the poets new to me, while I welcome them to Literotica, I cannot recommend any poem as better than average for a new poet. If you want to offer encouragement to any or all of them then please do, but you are on your own as to which and why.

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Taste is always an individual thing so there certainly may be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!


Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[WickedEve]

One Man's Trash by Curiouswife is an interesting slice of life. I don't know much about pawn shops. I'm more of a flea market, antique shop, junk shop kind of gal. This is worth a read for the characters she describes.

while a distraught divorcee hocks a ring
to get the landlord out of her tears
and off of her burdened back.

 

[mojo_cat]

Friday, November 25th

Well, once again it's Friday, and nothing new up. I'm starting to think flyguy sent me on a snipe hunt when he asked me to do the Friday reviews.

I would like to second Lauren's recommendation - the best poem I've seen in the last few days, books i've borrowed by recklesschild. Every word rings true; it's a brilliant, tawdry little moment about a woman who knows better. I loved it.

I guess that's it for me, as my two fill-in days are done! If anyone wants a day off, let me know and I'd be happy to fill in, hopefully with stuff to review too!

 

[tarablackwood22]

I think there has been quite an abundance of first-rate poetry lately that has not drawn mention on the review page.

Perhaps the holiday turmoil explains that, or the daily deluge of poor cock-and-cunt poetry that tends to swallow up, along with those genitals, any reader's (including a reviewer's) patience and concentration, or perhaps it is just that we all read with different eyes.

I think there are probably some again today that might slip through the widening cracks and fail to draw mention, so I am jumping the gun on the reviewer . . .mea culpa . . . because I won't be around later, and for a while probably, to see. And they deserve attention.


Best of the day - Even when my hair went grey

Also - (one that needs editing but has a lot to say) Dry River

and - (one whose line breaks need rethinking, but also has something to say) Absinth

And from the past week or so (if these were mentioned, my apologies . . . I just couldn't find them):

To the allusive water color

Growing Old in Wires

There is always a trigger

Notes to "A" When on the East Coast

shattered trees

The Comfort of Wounds

sunrise


Happy Holidays.

Love and white wishes,

Tara

 

[jthserra]

Well it's Saturday

and I'll be covering the New Poetry Reviews for MET for the next several weeks. I had hoped to get this out earlier but thunderstorms and a crashing laptop delayed me.

There were 34 new poems including an unexpected high percentage (about 20%) of prose poems. A number of these lacked the density I look for in good prose poetry, but two of the prose poems did catch my eye.

The first found Bill Dada Pretending Without a Liscense which was so densely packed with images and poetic device that it read like a runaway, speeding dump truck:

"and a dump truck with a bad transmission talking to the man who wore a red smell that permeated the entire cartoon and won the award for being the best tree on top of the head of the glass cage"

Try reading it in a single breath to get the real effect of the poem.


The other prose poem was notable for some wonderful lines that I wished were seperated from the prose. LovelyAlienGirl brings us Romance and these beautiful sensous passages:

" Soft music floats from the balcony, sweet Pachabel, intertwining with the light thundering of the ocean below. The sanguine light of the sunset fades to pink and orange; then Night casts her marbles over the sky, and the biggest one of all, the moon, shines brightly on the young lovers."

Imagine this poem with a some creative line breaks, especially in the two sentences above. It is beautiful poetry that could be that much more beautiful with a little more work.


CockWhore, a poet new to Literotica brought us two poems of dominance and submission. The best of these two poems shamed though short, touched upon the D/s relationship in a fresh and subdued way, emphasizing the mental aspect with the title. Correct the spelling of one word (the instead of thee) and it offers an interesting and often strangely beautiful glimpse of the lifestyle.


Erotica... how it differs from person to person. f - cynyr presented two poems, one posted as erotic, the other as non-erotic. I thought the non-erotic poem was stronger and oddly much more erotic than his erotic submission. Some wonderful imagery draws us into his Dry River :

"in the cloying lilac night
we twisted and flexed
heaving to sigh.
In the circle of dark
the lyric of your eyes
and thighs
hummed their desire into
my pores."


Another wonderfully erotic poem was DarkGoddess2478's taste of Forbidden Fruit. Try a bite of this:

"Peach exhilaration;
Flesh against my tongue,
Yielding under each bite.
Melts in your mouth,
Sooth, dark, and rich."

And to think I was foolish enough to order ice cream for dessert.


There is dessert and then there is drink, or more exactly Absinth where cward2 took me on a step into the foggy streets of Paris, but then left me in quite a predicament:

"One sip
And you are taken back
To the days of bohemian
Paris, when the nights
Of the fin de siècle were
Long and your mind was
Clouded by the ideals
Of liberté, égalité and
Fraternité."

Beware... read this poem before you dare take another sip.


It happens to the best of us I guess, so when I read Minervous' poem Even When My Hair Went Gray I was drawn in.

"You were older, but older
and the same. I felt a sharp
flare of love and sex and fear
and I remembered those last
slow days where our love fluttered"

This poem offers an excellent example of how important the ending of a poem is... Read it and feel the impact.


I offer this last poem as my favorite of the day and as an example... Saldne had two poems show up today, one that I was perhaps pretty harsh on when commenting. I chided a poem for telling instead of showing... Yes, many of you have heard that before, "Show don't tell." While the poet presented something obviously heartfelt, much of the emotion was lost in the narration of the poem. I felt a little bad being negative, especially to this poet, whom has shown some strong poetry in the past.

Then I read No More Thought by Saldne and was presented with an image so profound to the poem, I was immediately drawn into the emotion, the powerful feeling of the poem. Here it was, a perfect example of showing, as opposed to telling. A simple image: a teddy bear immediately grabbed me with a feeling of impending tragedy:

"Teddy, bottom up, nose
flattened against black tar,
one legged, surrounded by
gravel and dust, laid in the middle
of a dismal, seemingly
unconscious street."

Embrace this image... and then read the rest of the poem, my favorite of the day.


And that is Saturday... some interesting poems, some important lessons, and some complelling reads. The above poems were the ones that caught my attention... go read all the New Poems and find some that catch your eyes.

Have a nice rest of the Thanksgiving Holiday and hey, hey, hey... let's be poetic out there.

jim : )

 

[champagne1982]

I thought I'd offer my two cents with the community reviews this morning.

Bright Darkness comes from My Erotic Tale and once again demonstrates Art's continually developing skills and his growth in prosidy. I for one, though, would have loved to see this piece embrace the slice of life he shows us in the ending and expand on that.

bound to this mortal coil by steve porter should leave you wiping your chin with your sleeve. His poetry always does it for me.

clever is given us today from recklesschild. Her poem illustrates the nasty soul of the cheater without revealing exactly who she means until the very end. An engaging read.

forgeside takes us to the beach with lobomao and Alice. I envied the oysters, or was it the pearls? ...

These choices reflect my personal taste and in no way should the light fall differently on those poems I didn't mention. You should read all of the Sunday New Poems and write a review to share.

Have a wonderful day.

 

[bluerains]

IT'S Make some MAGIC Monday..

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way"
Caroline Gordon quotes
30 or so wired words to wander thru...web fingers hunting for coffee cup...

First up is 7 pens from his cyberpen...
Broken bits of me I still have left
I arrange them in pretty pieces
Snuggle close to them at night...a small snip from

crow's nest
by lobomao ©
read this poets other works and vote...
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Next from MLP...du awaits her Phoneix rising in this wisely woven tale
Shekina Rising
by Du Lac ©

she also pursues her magic in "The Watchman
by Du Lac ©" both provoke thoughts of her Mystic Lady..
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Oops...where did I put my vinyl LPs...yikes is it a white world after all...
Everything Is Analog
by Liar ©

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thats all I have time for this morning ...am off to the library ...if someone wants to jump in feel free...else I shall return ..this evening with a few more of my favorite pens.. if time permits..and the poems grab the blue...later...blue

 

[duckiesmut]

Addiction
by TheRainMan

More than worth your time. Fly had it right with 'sizzles'.​

 

[Guest]

Twenty new poems today.

First in line was The Breath Of Regret new work by Curiouswife She has better work on display but hers is always a readable voice.

entr’act by 4degrees. All of you will recognize that of which he writes. Tight and tidy.

lobomao has five in his signature style. All are worth checking out but I’ve picked lessons for persephone as my favourite. lobo uses the story of Hermes tempting Persephone with a pomegranate to good effect.

pepe_no_genjii, a new and interesting voice offers ode to a grecian urn and my cock with no apologies to Keats. Clever and funny.

As always - if you have a poem you think should get a nod - please add it.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

30.Nov.2005

Hello, poets!

What a wonderful day. There are only twelve new poems posted today, but amongst them there's this unavoidable lesson in erotic poetry writting: Thigh Music, by jthserra. No words needed.

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday December 1, 2005

There are 48 new submissions to read on this first day of December, so I am going to need some help. There is no way I can read almost half a hundred poems and do justice to every one of them. Particularly when the great majority are by poets new to Literotica, or at least to me. Please go and read a few of today's postings and come back and tell us if you find one you really like.

As I always do, I start off with a non-erotic "spinner" from the archives. (I find these sometime during the week when I have some spare time.)

Today's Blast from the Past :
This poem was posted in June of 2003 , and I found this piece by Lauren Hynde on the fourth spin.

Último Beijo

we must kiss now quem nos falta beijar
the night draws near and she will seal
our lips, converted to stone

before the night's waterfall of dark hair
envelops our naked flesh
we must kiss now those lips yet unkissed

while the blade of tears, silenciosa
exceeds in purity the music of words
we must kiss now those lips yet to be kissed

before the night, the distance, o mar
that gently separates us from ourselves
let us kiss now quem não beijamos ainda

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While I go wade through as many of the new poems as I can. Here are two good ones for you read.

The lead poem of the day has an E. recklesschild starts us off with beggars an interesting use of sonnet form that is certainly worth reading more than once.

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And from the bottom of the day's list, one of Lit.'s most stalwart and talented poets is last in line with Boxed Man. jthserra's new offering is right above his H rated poem of yesterday. Go help him make it two in a row!

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While you read and vote and comment and send feedback on these two. I will go see what else I can find. When you are finished, you come too!

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday December 1, 2005 - part II

I may have missed some good ones, but here are six of the day's best In My Opinion:

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Dimension by cward2 is a little pearl of a poem.


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Walking Emily across campus at UCLA by Minervous has a strong image used in a novel way. I would like this one even more if the title were two words shorter (I don't think you need to name the school.), and because of the rhyme scheme, I think the final lines (nice twist by the way) should rhyme.


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One Gun by Dustystar is well written and an interesting read.

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Longings by Xavier Sainte is a list of unconnected but strong images and longings. More than a few of the images deserve their own poem.

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orgasma by SpaceQueen is an Erotic poem nicely describing the female orgasm, or at least I think it does. Read it and tell me if I am wrong. - I would like to see the third-person pronouns replaced. I think it would be even stronger without an identifiable voice.

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Bon Voyage by TheRainMan is a "must read" by a new talent at Literotica. It is my pick of the day

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Taste is always an individual thing so there certainly may be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[Guest]

There are 48 new submissions to read on this first day of December, so I am going to need some help. There is no way I can read almost half a hundred poems and do justice to every one of them. Particularly when the great majority are by poets new to Literotica, or at least to me. Please go and read a few of today's postings and come back and tell us if you find one you really like.

These caught my eye today....


Dimension by cward2
read this more then once to get the feeling living underneath it

Walking Emily Across Campus at UCLA by Minervous
a mother's love with a woman's jealousy

News Flash by LeBroz
the other side of monogamy

When Will I Be Over You? by n_sue
I know this feeling

Bethlehem by ishtat
powerful words for an interesting message

epitaph by Alessia Brio
short... like life... moving

The ABC's of the Male Genitalia by DanielleKitten
this one is just fun and gives you a different look

Volum of Silence by jgywnn
reading this along with the others of this poet speaks of a dark time

Before You Wake by Belegon
I agree with another... very lucky woman

 

[flyguy69]

I know MojoCat will accuse me of subterfuge, but there actually are new poems on Fridays! You just have to look under the couch cushions to find them.

Let's see what turns up today: 56 cents; the TV remote, no, wait, that is the remote for the old TV (jeez, I sold that two years ago!); some Goldfish cracker crumbs; a poseable Mr. T figurine; Ah! And these!

Warm Your Cold Hands by jthserra. A short tale of an emporer in need of mittens. I think it stumbles a bit on grammar but is competent poetry nonetheless.

Roots by Basilisk. A meandering assesment of the burden of blandness. Needs considerable tightening but some interesting images to work with.

floraphile by lobomao holds its metaphor well as it plunges a green thumb into erotica.

Now where in the hell are my car keys?

 

[jthserra]

11 new poems today... Ah Saturday

The weekend brought 11 poems to us early this morning, it also brought us an excellent example once again in show versus tell in poetry.

Usually when talking about a poem, I work hard to give examples of what I am talking about, often taking longer finding a way to present the example than anything else, so imagine my joy when I found a poet that created the example for me. Today, Lady Malachite had three poems presented among the new poems, two of which I said seemed more adage than poem. The poems presented some excellent wisdom, but in the presentation, the poet told me the wisdom instead of showing me through images and comparison. I longed for a way to describe to Lady Malachite how to work the poems to where she was showing me what she was talking about.

Then I read Characters are conceived and the poet provided an excellent example as she represented her characters as "vain little parasites" invading her blood stream. I immediately thought, "Yeah, I've felt that before." She did this with a wonderful play on the words vain/vein:

"They course through the vain
Little Parasites!
Growing strong from your flesh"

Yes, here is an excellent example of showing not telling. Read all three poems and see what I mean.


Bluerains, in keeping with their namesake, brings us Indigo Rain with some wonderful dark blue and watery (rainy) images. The poem was very heavy in images, so heavy it fact I think it got distracting at times, weakening some of the more powerful images. This, I feel, is an example of a fantastic poem trying to clamor out of a good poem:

"knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins."

Those harmonizing dolphins really grabbed me. Read the poem and see what you think.



Another excellent poem today fell from The Rain Man as he exhaled The Weight of Breath . The central metaphor of breath/breathing rolled through the poem, but I did find myself distracted here and there as some alternative images wandered in and out of the poem. It's a wonderful poem that can perhaps be even better with a slight narrowing of scope. Either way, read it and see what you think:

"and meager juts of hip, to god’s
good bones where we long
the way the toothless long for apples,

for a time we recall like that red snap."

I love that red snap of the apple.


I was torn in choosing my favorite of the day... but, although the apple's red snap whet my appetite, my head was turned when I saw a Grilled Ham and Cheese Sandwich by Jacinta. With a mix of some subtle rhyme and not so subtle dialect, she walks us down a tasty street of food vendors in search of a delictable treat among treats:

" "Grilled ham and cheese sandwich, please,"
I know it's mundane,
But I want something plain,
Ham, maybe mayo and cheese.

"Grilled ham and cheese sandwich, please,"
A kerbside foggaccia stall,
Nice looking bloke, so eager to please,
But without any where-with-all."

A bit over the top with the dialect? Hmmm... but it all just looked so good. And who could blame me for not turning down a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.


Those are the poems that grabbed me today. Read all the New Poems and find a few tasty treats of your own.

Have a nice rest of the weekend, Hook-em Horns, and hey, hey, let's be poetic out there.



jim : )

 

[bluerains]

Monday gets the blues...

First up , a subject most would like to avoid and sweep under the underpass of onlookers but, tt give us view into suffering we all need to pay heed to ..for tomorrow it could be you...please read this thoughtful pen..and his other pen as well both are terriffic...

Avoidance
by tungtied2u ©

Sun Setting
by tungtied2u ©
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Now for a heart love pen of soft images and candles and wine..then..the..finish...not anything new or different but worth a read for the blush...
Swim
by entitled ©

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another look back into our dark history of war dogs with this keen pen by one of my very favorites poets...

In Blackbirds’ Field
by jthserra ©

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Seasons beat with a lovely unique view with some very clever phrases...
seasons and separation
by Maria2394 ©
gives winter a new paint job...

and Monday is always brighter with a a [zmp] by Artful dodger...as he spins the leaves of seasons... zmp~ dancing leaves
by My Erotic Tale ©



and these are ones that grab most to me. all my favorite writers here today ah..it s hard for me to due them justice.....but the rest is great too so go read and vote...hugZenharmony...blue