The poets are painting elitist words
behind the bike sheds,
noses cracked by those who do not rhyme.
Here is some fancy f ucking alliteration,
I am writing of your pain.
Poets need to bleed,
whilst nobody considers
its ruddy colour.
Poets need abuse
and pain
not a lost love,
a dead dog,
a silent sunset.
The poets should fall
on their mighty swords
and bleed.
Last edited by Jerrybaldy; 05-23-2011 at 04:54 AM.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
You know, I hope that was partially inspired by some comments left on your last poem....You make it all sound so grandiose - to fall on our own swords in the name of art. Sounds alot better than a sorry existence deeply embedded in the burbs...
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
But poets slash each other
with viper tongues,
sharper than a serpant's tooth,
and their lascerated skins
part bloody lips
and open wounds
spurt and dribble out their lives
in rivers of type.
Fall upon their swords?
Most of them are walking round
impaled on their pasts
and javelines of fate,
thrust through the flesh,
make it hard to pass through doors.
Last edited by Hawkman; 05-23-2011 at 02:08 PM.
What she said.Originally Posted by Delta40
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
what they said
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
what anyone said
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Yeh, I meant Delta, so: what SHE said.
Although, of course, I liked Hawks' poetic reply.
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Bingity Bongitty Bibbleby Bobbleby-
Dammit! I just cut my finger on a broken glass!
Bingity Bongitty Bibbleby Bobbleby...
While I don't agree with the notion of the "starving artist", the poem was very well written. And in poetry it's not the idea but the presentation, and the presentation was quite good. Last lines, I am no sure weather they are great or too cliche, but good poem.
Oh Jerry, you love to hate us, don't you? We like you anyhow!
Have you thought of a job with the Blood Transfusion Service as promotions manager?
I can't work out whether you're having a go at certain types of poets who have a thing for rhyme, or just ranting in general about the lot of a writer suffering for his art.
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The two lines "Poets need abuse / and pain" were perhaps the most moving.
I do disagree "poets need to fall on their mighty swords" in that they already bleed their imagination when producing a work. Just because it seems less passionate (because of literary devices) does not make it such. But I still appreciate the work, while disagreeing a bit with the message.
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