tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.comments2023-11-11T19:14:16.598-07:00Poetry Critic Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-11365508155318406432023-11-11T19:14:16.598-07:002023-11-11T19:14:16.598-07:00Thanks Joey, wrote that poem 13 years ago. 2,000 ...Thanks Joey, wrote that poem 13 years ago. 2,000 more since on my web site. Regards, BobBob Atkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10657040860992573958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-24455625797160207862021-12-30T16:23:26.154-07:002021-12-30T16:23:26.154-07:00Ahhhhhh, did I hurt your little feelings child? T...Ahhhhhh, did I hurt your little feelings child? Typical of one without something to contribute, attacking the person rather than the IDEA. Enjoy your CNN watching Mr Uninspiring, Uninformed.Bob Atkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10657040860992573958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-80596364600773331092021-12-27T20:40:58.189-07:002021-12-27T20:40:58.189-07:00So, who gives you the right to define poetry as &q...So, who gives you the right to define poetry as "the Emotional Content of Literature?" Rather presumptious to assign for yourself the position of arbiter of what is and is not poetry!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11023010818418123731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-85974411242648260072019-10-07T09:05:53.827-07:002019-10-07T09:05:53.827-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Dylan Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03998779446402741434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-79334716309889961632018-09-14T15:19:24.863-07:002018-09-14T15:19:24.863-07:00Don't just say I'm wrong Unk without a rat...Don't just say I'm wrong Unk without a rational reason why. Haiku doesn't express emotional ideas most of the time, hence it's not poetry. Poetry is "the Emotional Content of Literature." No emotional aspects, no poetry. It's just the public being snowed.... I have a hard time with that.Bob Atkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10657040860992573958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-62060532861079689552018-09-11T21:34:24.070-07:002018-09-11T21:34:24.070-07:00I think you have a pretty stick definition of what...I think you have a pretty stick definition of what poetry isn't. Furthermore, I think you're wrong. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02801770445891794090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-12917246596560939192015-07-27T20:14:24.717-07:002015-07-27T20:14:24.717-07:00Thanks Bob :-)Thanks Bob :-)Joe'B'Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07584746443781466696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-84529860381866918342010-05-05T18:57:49.953-07:002010-05-05T18:57:49.953-07:00Memento Amore
Sifting through the ashes
Of guilt...Memento Amore<br /><br />Sifting through the ashes <br />Of guilt and rage and sorrow<br />Staring at the bleak clear morning<br />Beating idle wisps of dreams<br />On the anvil of the day<br /><br />Remembering with awe<br />the dazzle of your smile<br />the nipples of your breasts<br />like raisins hard against my teeth<br /><br />How sweet it was to love you then<br />Without considering tomorrow<br />Headlessly helplessly<br />Laughing in the hurricane<br />We drank oblivion's cup<br /><br />To our forgotten futureEnstockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10685122565213130909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-49349240497404728712010-04-22T13:44:19.112-07:002010-04-22T13:44:19.112-07:00The Escape of & Return to the Workweek
Flood ...The Escape of & Return to the Workweek<br /><br />Flood of paperwork<br />Clock ticking past 4<br />But never quite turning over<br />Like my old Toyota flirting with ignition<br /><br />If the hands ever touch 5 I’ll be gone<br />On trains to take me home<br />Escape the white papers full of figures<br />That mean so little to one’s heart<br /><br />I can’t wait a second longer<br />“Time- I must demand<br />You move faster than your normal dreary pace”<br />Boredom claws the inside <br />of my unassuming face<br /><br />Yes figures make the world go round<br />But your round world is so dull<br />Without the fun release of escape<br />And now only the big hand can save…me<br /><br />The evening will bring a friendly get together<br />At my place or at theirs. <br />And we will collectively toast <br />to the death of the previous workweek<br /><br />We will be merry and for some <br />the evening will end with <br />A lucky few having unforgettable forays in foreplay<br />For some it will be with regrettably unattractive folk<br />For others it’ll be the stuff of stories shared for years to come<br /><br />Saturdays on a court or field <br />with glove or ball or bat in hand<br />Give me sun and shine and winds breath<br />Give me a tan and a view of sunsets<br />And let NYC sprinklers flow freely<br />Refreshing athletic sweat soaked faces.<br />And let them get back into the thick of it.<br /><br />Sunday evening for Simpsons and laughter<br />For final “romps in the hay”…as they say.<br />A good nights rest to setup the drudge of Mondays<br /><br />7am alarms go off. <br />You start to move yourself<br />You don’t quite make it.<br />Screw it, this is why you don’t use sick days<br />when your sickJoey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-74517675428103174152010-04-22T13:34:16.879-07:002010-04-22T13:34:16.879-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Joey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-43303761617430224852010-04-21T12:22:59.817-07:002010-04-21T12:22:59.817-07:00Here, I've got a poem for you.
I wish we had m...Here, I've got a poem for you.<br />I wish we had more font control for this writing.<br />I, too, have often used this poem as lyrics in many forms. Here goes- Two Stanzas<br /><br /> On the one, a heart of pain.<br /> On the other, guilt about gain.<br /> A difference great, yet oft crossed twain.<br /> For sale, for cheap, one used brain. <br /><br /> Intentions, wants, imagined needs,<br /> Grow in-snarled, spreading seeds,<br /> Close to tarnish gallant deeds,<br /> Oh, to be rid this heart that bleeds.<br /><br />That's it. Of course it's better with the accompanying gestures and flourishes.<br />This is my poem, I wrote it, all of it.<br />My name is Vince Cosca and I live in Redding California.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04623387659396177660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-10792067978905122152010-04-20T16:52:43.900-07:002010-04-20T16:52:43.900-07:001. personal preference only
2. "you say you...1. personal preference only<br />2. "you say your words fall not as meant" ....maybe?<br />3. hmmmmmm...sounds like a subject for a new poem. Most victories in battle (of any kind) cost more than they are worth.<br /><br />Regards,<br /><br />BobBob Atkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10657040860992573958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-53158813754721270932010-04-20T11:33:26.752-07:002010-04-20T11:33:26.752-07:00#1 will attempt to assuage the big letters, i like...#1 will attempt to assuage the big letters, i like'em<br />#2 - was trying to make an artful play on a response to the phrase "that's not what I mean"...lol obviously it needs less art...<br />#3 I meant pyrrhic victory. It is a victory gained at too great a cost, named after a Roman general, Pyrrus.<br /><br />#6 - thats what i thought as well. will work on chasing down the differing story lines.<br /><br />ThanksJoey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-48825008555716413672010-04-16T12:24:30.649-07:002010-04-16T12:24:30.649-07:00This is another of my poems i use for song as well...This is another of my poems i use for song as well. I am not sure the scene i am trying to set is clear enough.Joey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-87778689180877548522010-04-16T12:22:37.197-07:002010-04-16T12:22:37.197-07:00The Ex-Lover & the Trust
She was something to...The Ex-Lover & the Trust<br /><br />She was something to me once<br />She’s something to me still<br />I choose to love you only<br />Don’t be jealous, but you will<br /><br />I suffer the consequence<br />You want me to comprehend<br />You say your words are not as meant<br />I say they are my friend<br /><br />I’ll stand up for an ideal<br />Win my peric victory<br />The cost is great I know <br />But so - is your jealousy<br /><br />Is this a thing to just get over<br />Or is it too big for us<br />It’s not about an ex-Lover<br />It’s about the Trust<br /><br />It must have existed long <br />before we got to here<br />before there was a problem<br />There must have been the fear<br /><br />I have put you at the forefront<br />Of all that I hold dear<br />But you still don’t know my heart<br />You still don’t see it clear<br /><br />Don’t want it to be this way<br />This is no way to live<br />I lay out all I am and own<br />I gave all I could give<br /><br />I pay the price of loving with <br />All the inches of my soul<br />I feel the fire over the skin<br />I feel the burning cold<br /><br />I stand up for my ideal<br />My peric victory<br />The cost is great I know - but so- <br />Is your jealousy<br /><br />I cannot just get over<br />It seems too big for us<br />Now I’m left with no-Lover<br />Because there is no trust…Joey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-29739332295095299952010-04-09T09:33:55.684-07:002010-04-09T09:33:55.684-07:00A Poem Induced by Marijuana
She raises the laurel...A Poem Induced by Marijuana<br /><br />She raises the laurel, the gift of the earth, which is<br />Covered in crystals of a soft powdered snow.<br />They gleam in the light; like ice; like mirrors.<br />This covers the green leaves whose twisted path grows<br /><br />They're sticky with magic and lovely in smell -<br />It's the fragrance of flowers and fruits the earth grows<br />She examines and awes them, their beauty so fragile;<br />They're covered in crystals of a soft powdered snow.<br /><br />Soft in her fingers, she pulls at the leaves<br />Aweing the way that they peel<br />Like the rind off an orange or the skin off a grape<br />So natural the breakaway feels<br /><br />She loads them and chokes them<br />An ode to the green<br />She thanks it and thinks then<br />"Things aren't what they seem"<br />She laughs then and eats then<br />She lives in a dream<br />She looks for and yearns for<br />Shadows unseen<br /><br />She raises the laurel, the gift of her gods<br />She lives for a dream she forgot<br />She laughs at the heavens and frowns at the earth<br />She thinks, "this is all that i got"<br /><br />Not for a reason and not for a ryhme<br />But the dream she can hardly recall<br />The laurel, a victory, she never won<br />The dream must be the start of it all<br /><br />She raises the laurel and radiates light<br />A dream she can start to remember<br />The summer has faded into the autumn<br />Soon comes the winter December<br /><br />But always comes spring and the fragrance of flower<br />Wafting in wind and in voices<br />Forgotten, forgiven, forever's too long<br />Today is the time of rejoices<br /><br />Days are brimming with magic and lovely in smell -<br />It's the fragrance of flowers and fruits the earth grows<br />I examine and awe them, their beauty so fragile; but<br />One day it will be covered in a soft powdered snow.<br /><br />Live in the daytime, carpe the day<br />Sieze the diem and hold on tight<br />Spring fades to winter, and to quote Family Guy<br />Do not go gentle into that good nightK.Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13795041540144254628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-76905936834140684572010-03-31T11:02:38.388-07:002010-03-31T11:02:38.388-07:00I'm not "edj-ama-kated", so I am not...I'm not "edj-ama-kated", so I am not shocked that i can't notice a form, i assume it's just free verse. I also play pick-up games.<br /><br />That said i like a lot of the color commentary<br />"some took to forty-fives<br />some took to thirty-eights" & <br />"simple was <br />the rush to hoop<br />ball gently laid" & <br />"a pick-up game<br />on some strange lot<br />would new friends make<br />for me "<br /><br />but some other sections seemed rushed almost <br />certainly not self-edited at all. I can see instances where you could re-word things and it could flow more smoothly.- <br />"with needs met<br />and no frets<br />about being weaker<br />than the rest<br />as prey of the best" could be<br />"Needs met<br />No frets<br />of being weaker than the rest<br />or prey of us, (the best)"<br /><br />I liked the journey through the town you took us on after the game and the issues you point out are relevant. Thanks!Joey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-47350850375956393972010-03-31T10:09:12.769-07:002010-03-31T10:09:12.769-07:00Insecure Relationship
Stuck in small spaces
Looki...Insecure Relationship<br /><br />Stuck in small spaces<br />Looking out for fear of looking in<br />If I saw myself I’m afraid I’d be ashamed<br />Of noticing the difference between what you think of me <br />and how I know myself to be<br /><br />If I judge myself the way I should<br />I’m sure I would be lacking<br />My confidence in My ability shrinks <br /><br />Minute by minute<br />Hour to hour<br />Day in & day out<br /><br />What do you have to say to that?<br />Am I wrong ?<br />Won’t you tell me so?<br /><br />Say I’m worthy of attention<br />Of all the effort you’ve put into me<br />I’d hate to have wasted your time<br /><br />My claim is I’m the rock<br />I feel more like the worm<br />And I hope you never discover <br />the differenceJoey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-47285197216797648812010-03-21T04:17:22.592-07:002010-03-21T04:17:22.592-07:00I think this is how I post.. uh...k
My Self-Summa...I think this is how I post.. uh...k<br /><br />My Self-Summary - J. Parks<br /><br />A long time we roam the plains of home<br />before ever setting foot on sand, <br />and in our dreams emergency's<br />afar in foreign lands.<br />So true it's vile that all the while<br />the Dragon's at our door<br />with helm and crown to wear us down<br />to what we were before.<br />A simple mess of bone and flesh;<br />a cage, a stage or more...<br />A party dress with parting gifts;<br />a lock, a key, a door.<br />All this Time will forge a mind<br />on paths led to conquest<br />and strike it down in fortune found<br />giving way to won rest.<br />As sun sets fall unrest calls, "WORDS DO NOT WEIGH US.".<br />I am the Dragon. I am Time. I am Chaos.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02792605924446720606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-84686727271026822722010-03-12T11:44:44.402-08:002010-03-12T11:44:44.402-08:00"Stoned"
The rain fell hard on our insu..."Stoned"<br /><br />The rain fell hard on our insulated, aluminum dome.<br />We listened to Leon Redbone<br />In my car, our home, <br />From the weather outside.<br />Smoke moved like thick snakes<br />You imagined what I looked like naked.<br />You exhaled, it hailed on my windshield.<br />The smoke became the clouds above the lake<br />I knew you felt insane.<br />I wanted nothing<br />I wanted nobody<br />I was too high and I said so<br />Said, "You'd better go."<br />You left your coffee,<br />It had gotten cold.<br />The rain was more inviting that me.<br />You were glad to leave.<br />And I drove home,<br />Stoned.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06414238640525089388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-82017188477261362452010-03-04T20:19:59.556-08:002010-03-04T20:19:59.556-08:00Unfinished Business
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I scribbled f...Unfinished Business<br />---------------<br /><br />I scribbled for hours.<br />Crossing out, moving things around.<br />I was writing my brilliant suicide note,<br />years in advance.<br /><br />When I was satisfied<br />I held the pages up to him,<br />still a child, waiting for his praise.<br /><br />He furrowed his brow as he read ,<br />smiled here and there.<br /><br />Finally he kissed me<br />on the forehead and, smirking,<br />told me that he didn't like it.<br /><br />I don't think I ever loved him<br />more than<br />then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-88152579093523412492010-02-27T13:58:42.777-08:002010-02-27T13:58:42.777-08:00This is my poem for " Waldo's Pond"....This is my poem for " Waldo's Pond"...not sure if I posted this right, but here it goes.<br /><br /><br />A stark disarray of timeless waters,<br /><br />where shadow dances with light.<br /><br />Vapid green holds no wonder <br /><br />to such a mirroring display,<br /><br />watching on amazed, as the clear waters<br /><br />sleep on such a dreary day.<br /><br /><br />B.MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-84369339577647056602010-02-24T08:03:07.876-08:002010-02-24T08:03:07.876-08:00It's a spoken poem that i also use as a song w...It's a spoken poem that i also use as a song when i perform. Words are always more important to me than music though.Joey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-19709652030512269722010-02-24T08:02:13.605-08:002010-02-24T08:02:13.605-08:00A Love so Far from Art
First impression foolish
...A Love so Far from Art <br /><br />First impression foolish<br />Falling felt so safe<br />Our kiss was not just lips<br />And then it was too late<br /><br />Trapped by time and distance<br />How could I have known<br />Love was fire for an instant<br />And just as sudden gone<br /><br />And Even if it isn’t real<br />I know that I <br />just want to feel<br />that even if it <br />isn’t right<br />I don’t care tonight<br /><br />To hold her close and play pretend<br />Smell her hair, taste her breath<br />Get lost in dreams, come back again<br />Her shape I can’t forget<br /><br />When light breaks, she’ll run; I know<br />Must feign sleep until she’s gone<br />This is how it must be so<br />Desire and despair; our dance goes on and on<br /><br />So Even if it isn’t real<br />I know that I <br />just want to feel<br />that even if it <br />isn’t right<br />I don’t care tonight<br /><br />Blow out the candle light<br />This is no more than lust<br />And of romance tonight She’ll say<br />There cannot be an us<br /><br />And I know I’ve lost it<br />She let’s me down with grace and ease<br />I want, I need but I am broken<br />This weight too much for buckled knees<br /><br />This shell I am, I’d leave<br />But lost I am Love’s ransom<br />I bleed for sure I’m real<br />I give my all and then some<br /><br />She freely takes my body<br />She will not take my heart<br />Sweet things she says so falsely<br />This love so far from ArtJoey Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01984807097586758676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245200062253462249.post-55051605378620913782010-02-23T05:30:07.969-08:002010-02-23T05:30:07.969-08:00∞
In the infinite
I see tone
I smell warmth
I ta...∞<br /><br />In the infinite <br />I see tone<br />I smell warmth<br />I taste softness<br />I feel light<br />& hear sweetness<br /><br />let it mellow<br />and find form<br />temporarily <br />keeping true<br />to its name<br /><br />unquantifiable and irresistible.<br /><br /><br />T.O.M.-https://www.blogger.com/profile/13945020516741109194noreply@blogger.com