Best On Writing And Wordswork Poems
Allow me to get straight into the matter. If I have offended anyone with my poetry that
has been posted on this site, I deeply apologize. I'm 32 yrs old, and I am very mature
although some of my work can be way out there. I'm also still learning. You guys should
know my dad Marty Owens posts all my work because I am incarcerated and don't have
computer access.
Now about my "adult content" pieces, it was brought to my attention, these poems
are "turning people off." My fellow poets, have you read these pieces? Most are not totally
sexual! There may be a couple sentences that are erotic and if so, I place "adult content." I
feel some poets are just not open-minded and quite frankly "too old school." After all this is
2010 and we are poets of today! This is not the days of "Shakespeare!"
I am asking my fellow PS members to respond to this letter...I want to know you guys
opinion.
I would like any advice concerning my work. It's no secret, I am best at "slam" poetry!
That is my genre, my area. Did you guys know that 6 months ago I couldn't tell you what a
Haiku is?! Senryu is?! I seriously did not know poetry had different forms! lol Go ahead
and laugh. Growing up, I just "wrote my own style" Which I've found out is "slam" lol But I
did know what a "spoken word poet" was.
So with that said, I genuinely am sorry...I have a lot to learn. I would love to hear any
advice...Thank you PS.
Love you guys....Jimmy M. Anderson
P.S. Marty will send all comments and sm's to me
As long as you don't gain anything monetarily,
everyone can feel free to plagiarize me.
Do you wish to take credit for work I have done?
Be my guest pal. Go and have yourself some fun.
I see it as an honor actually
that you would even consider plagiarizing me.
I'm my own worst critic and don't see my work as worthy.
Actually, I hope that my work you steal WILL earn you lots of money,
so I can sue your rich ass and retire early.
So if stealing my work is where you're at,
go right ahead. I don't give a crap.
Sometimes it's impossible
No matter what you do
To find the right words
You just haven't a clue
The words are elusive
And remain out of sight
With no sure direction
Not knowing what to write
The pen meets the paper
Like two strangers afar
The poet's the director
His work is the star
The silence is deafening
As your thoughts tumble in
Not knowing the ending
Or where to begin
You peer out your window
With anticipation
Void of ideas
Or divine inspiration
The writer is sidetracked
With the slightest intrusion
And this great work of art
Has become an illusion