Description: I was thinking how could poets recapture poetry's heyday which seemed to have abated with the deaths of our world renown classical poets. I long to see the day when a woman loving poetry can once again chide the men for laughing at a man sitting on the porch reading poetry. Its a shame that many men think reading poetry is sissy when they by nature have been given both male and female hormones.
Teachings of a poet -------------------------------------------
As a poet,a poet must rise up and take
defense for the language's sake.
There is no rule for a poet to be bound
to punctuation laws as a merry-go-round.
As a general rule a punctuation mark
goes where ever the poet has a reason to bark.
Be careful in use a punctuation or none
to make thought and reason have onward run.
In the use of gathering all that language has
then make synopsis of what is long on jaz.
Above all make a poem sing to a thought or event,
even turn a thought to a thought within a thought.
Enable the emotions to emit uses of tiny mote.
A poet has license to aabbccdd,though childish to some,
that child has reason to chew that gum.
Be restless to author what is seen at gate
knowing that what is authored may chance debate.
Be attentative to sense and to depth of word,
maybe deeper or less than any has heard.
This the worth of a poet:
to welcome language in any port;
to strum a cadence to uncadensed beat;
to uncadence a cadenced beat;
to break the walls that stop the feet
from seek the person's person-meet.
When this small teach in skyward reach
can soar a poem with awesome verb,
there be a read to see the reed
as more than a rankly grown weed.
It 's a kind of poetry that versifies prose thoughts without actually working them into poetic thoughts.
Nothing wrong with that but I mean, maybe in future, you will bring from this poem many propositions and arguments for which you will find a metaphor or other trope, to express it in poetry's oblique but penetrating way that cannot be called prose or versified prose. Thus, one beautifully thoughtful but rather awkward poem will be parent to a lot of more lyrically enchanting pieces which bring depth to the surface for all those readers who don't like studying English, they just love an exciting song or a sentimental rhyme or a good story.
I know that I'm trying to stick you with a new problem after you worked so hard on a whole list of other poets' problems: but I guess art is like life and only lets up for major snowstorms and hangovers!
i think your poetry is unoriginal, ridiculous, and hinges completely on you rhyming each last word.
frankly, anyone could write this pretentious, rhyming prose.
some people on here will say that you're a great 'poet' because you talk in old english and bolster for 'the good old days', but in truth, you're just overly pretentious and under talented.
to make a long reply short; you are a poser. a scene kid of poetry. write something original and timeless and stop pining over edgar allan poe. he was great because he wrote great. simply rambling in old english style and rhyming like dr. suess dosen't make you a poet.
What an exciting and interesting read.. I just love the imagery you have used in this and it speaks very strongly to me.. A few of your lines were a little off beat from the rest of the piece and it made me stumble as I read, but overall this is very well written..
A very good message and the comments made by these other poets agree. Although clever, it did not come off as being spritely. Repeated use of "a poet" might be part of the reason, but I think that a little less would serve as more in this case.
I guess the bygone days have gone. We should be striving for new ways of saying old things and of commenting on the plethora of the new that surrounds us. In defending your defense of the poet's ways I musty echo most of your ideas. Perhaps a less portentous title would make the whole more accesible. Some basic points:
place defense onto new line - makes rhyming and reading sense
"...long on its jaz" ??? has this meaning I am missing out on something too modern for an old man?
repeat of "beat" seems to weaken the meaning, don't fight for a rhyme if it's not really there.
oh how i long for those bygone days, when poets were paid to make appearances, when poetry was not just a hobby but a profession, when men and women all would gather to hear one of the great's simple verse... how i long for the bygone days when you could visit Thoreau at Walden's Pond or Poe in Baltimore or Whitman wherever he could be found... this is a great poem and one that i can relate to in the deepest darkest parts of my poet's soul... thanks for writing it... PEACE and LOVE, greg
Thanks B! All the while I thought it was my scratchy throat but , Ah ha, it was my jugular rushing the words in my blood to my brain.Thanks for your overlook mistakes of my first draft. Line eighteen "my" should have been "may." In third line from last I used nonconforming "verb" since last tow lines were the poem's conclusion to all of the above. Just like a speaker saying,"and in conclusion."
Any time that you write poetry about poetry or the art of poetics you leave your jugular wide open for slitting...this was an interesting piece and I always appreciate another poets, poetic views and you hit this out of the park with style and grace(few minor mistakes), but great work and keep it coming...B
Yeah! i mean hell yeah! i loved this poem and it's deffinately going on my favorites list... Wow, truely... I love you're poetic mind and what you perseve to be poetry, it's right on in my book... To say that a poem is not in the rhyme, a poem is not in the flow, a poem is not in the rhythm, nor is a poem in the word usage... A poem is in the heart, the emotion, the little piece of the human spirit put into every word to give it an individuals message. I also love the reasoning behind this poem, very unique and a beautiful sentiment... You're skill astounds me my friend, brilliant... This is a true work of art and i feel lucky to have been able to read it... I applaud this poem, i applaud your work, but most of all i applaud you as a beautiful person and a masterful poet... Bravo! take care my friend and i hope to hear from you. ADIOS! Travis
a tribute to poets... i'm sure a lot of us could feel even the simplest of ascensions with this piece. it may not be the most complex or the most verbally dumbfounding of all possibly related works as the other two before me have commented but it will certainly be well appreciated. the future of this poem is up to you though... if you want it to remain this way or evolve into something more profound (that could be good or bad depending on you)... it's your call.
i like this but, i don't know, poetry is good as it is now. the words you wrote don't seem to really convey what your description said it was. but...that happens to me all the time, like i said i enjoyed this, it was well written.
Strong message bieng stressed, love the structure the whole thought behind it, though it could have more potential if there's more imagery in it, seems that it's filled with thoughts that could be arranged. I love this poem by they way, for the simple fact that it expresses the vivid reality of any poet who strives to write one single poem, for that I give you all credit trully deserved.
I'm old-fashioned, I suppose. I think you can fiddle with the rules for effect (I use the most minimal of punctuation, for example, and ee cummings did his own thing too), but I think you need to spell properly and use relatively standard grammar. There are several people on here whose work I don't understand because the grammar and spelling are atrocious. Without some kind of professionalism in your work, you'll never be published. It bothers me that some people plug their ears when you say that ABAB rhyme is SO overdone on this site (and others too). Try to stand out a little.