Best Revise Poems
Poe was always revising his prose between publications. Here are the longest extended versions of sentences he shortened for their final publication in his lifetime:
"We loved each other with a love that was more than love, more love than fit in an empty grotes bag, more than the love of worms if you were a hungry, hungry catfish."
"I became insane, with long intervals of sanity, then more insanity, then sane for a while, then my brain got all twisted up and went mad, then I got better. I've lost track."
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream, within another dream, within a rusty tubular tin box of sewing needles made into the handle of a doll's hairbrush."
"Believe only half of what you see, nothing of what you hear, three quarters of what you taste, one-tenth of what you feel, but the entirety of what you smell."
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night, as for example bats, yes bats, did you know you could leave the cage door open in the bright of day and your bats will go nowhere."
"Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them, also the neighbor's nippy little dog, egads I hate that dog."
"If you wish to forget anything on the Spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered, then tie it to Spot's collar, and turn him loose in some terrible neighborhood where people eat dogs."
"To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary, also those little candy root beer barrels."
"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow, but it was Catterina that farted."
"I fell violently on my face, rolled to my side, grunted horrible grunts of gruntlyness, then flopped onto my back and waved my arms all about, still grunting."
"Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all, while Catterina licked her paws and I felt around in my pocket for my last dime but all I found was a raggedy little hole."
“Hey guys how are your wives?”
The second friend replies
“My wife is an angel.”
‘I’m sorry that’s awful’
The third rises his hand for a high five
saying, “Lucky, mines still alive.”
The Original
First guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"
Second guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive.
Is not my joke. I cannot give credit to anyone. Google it for source.
Form:
TRYING TO REVISE FOR ANCIENT HISTORY EXAM
What if Darius had beaten Alexander?
The outcome would have been a mystery
Such supposing makes me wonder
About the blank unwritten pages of history
Scan the book and each dog-eared leaf
Try to recall why some words are yellow
Search the notes in my untidy sheaf
I’m a casual-sower/chaotic-harvester fellow
I should have gone over the Romans again of course
And maybe studied the maps
Oh, what about those Greeks and their wooden horse?
Or the burning of Troy perhaps?
Seeds of war, four horsemen strewn -
Ramses and Moses full of anger and rage -
Tomorrow begin their battle at nine, but at noon
Defeat is written across my blank page.
Revise, revise.
Rewrite, rewrite.
Marketing, marketing, marketing.
If you're in search of fortune,
It seems a price to pay.
It goes against nearly
everything
when speaking to the muse.
Stare starlit--
the moon's not far behind.
Give yourself permission.
To eat broccoli
And love it.
Roll in the snow naked.
Walk like the turtle
And travel by bus.
correcting mistakes
isn't always that easy
sometimes they've been missed
The Plump needs Enduring Exercise
To Excess Weight shed and check size,
I tell you: need to questions ask
For a just confronted task;
Navigator’s Compass arrange
For voyage that over seas range:
Your two legs straighten and back arch
Ahead of a circuitous March;
For The Anonymous Caller,
Calm Ears of one who is taller,
Priming them for Threats or Shy Love
To Caller: “You’re The One above!’’
Surely, one needs Balanced Diet
For relevance in A Riot…
All these Free Advice to revise
And their testing a means devise.
Do you out there in the darkness revise your work?
I usually do
Rhyme once rules
Not in these days
Some prefer the old style of poetry
Some enjoy modern work
Some like poetry of their ethnic group
Like some like novels of their ethnic group
I have read work of other ethnic groups
Or not?
I know some Hebrew, a few phrases in Mandarin
and a liitle Spanish
Do poets writing in these languages revise or rhyme?
Some probably do - some don't
Make up your own mind about that poets!