Long Detractor Poems

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Premium Member Mister Summer Man

Methinks I'll write about snow today
It's a subject about which I've known
Canadian by birth, so snow is no stranger
As a kid many snowballs I've thrown

But now that I'm old, damn snow's a pain
Winter without snow would be grand
Driving in snow, our lives are in jeopardy
Perhaps a hospital visit unplanned

Who was the first to say, “snow is beautiful”
Snow has no redeeming factors
Causes accidents and all kinds of bad stuff
I'm the biggest damn snow detractor

It has no good qualities that I can see
You can't cook it, can't fry it, no use
Just lies there causing a whole bunch of crap
I've actually fallen on my caboose

So the sooner it's spring the better I say
And survive another winter season
Not looking forward to the next three months
I'm Mr. Summer Man, that's the reason
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Our Greatest Folly

"While dining at the table of an unimaginable feast
 We are asked to consider which one thing we prefer the least

Incomprehensible to me such a query should be presented 
For with unquestionable gratitude nothing should be resented

Yet with query though persisted over time we shout out “ the fly”
And in that instant life is seen through quite a different eye

To have so much through gracious gift only to have detracted
By that of such small consequence we all have over reacted

In parallel is life not found to be a feast most spectacular 
Yet is not same small fly of our eye the greatest of detractor

To have so much yet to take time in search of what is wrong

Oh !!! What great folly we are guilty of.   "


Darrell
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spherical Cognition

for love too sometimes conflict inevitable 
even with desires rested life not so simple
for we live not alone and justice must prevail
others depend upon us so we must not fail
to defend as of ability path of righteousness 
outcomes as any heart open in graciousness 

yet by specious reasoning wrong looks right
so to get to clarity we employ spherical sight
rotating polarities and positions and opinions
visualising with the detractor our divine union
before embarking upon any action irretrievable 
we dismiss our own ego cravings inexhaustible 

thereafter what will be will be

28-July-2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mister Summer Man

Methinks I'll write about snow today
It's a subject about which I've known
Canadian by birth, so snow is no stranger
As a kid many snowballs I've thrown

But now that I'm old, damn snow's a pain
Winter without snow would be grand
Driving in snow, our lives are in jeopardy
Perhaps a hospital visit unplanned

Who was the first to say, “snow is beautiful”
Snow has no redeeming factors
Causes accidents and all kinds of bad stuff
I'm the biggest damn snow detractor

It has no good qualities that I can see
You can't cook it, can't fry it, no use
Just lies there causing a whole bunch of crap
I've actually fallen on my caboose

So the sooner it's spring the better I say
And survive another winter season
Not looking forward to the next three months
I'm Mr. Summer Man, that's the reason

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Genuine Hero

A hero is a genuinely born fighter
A hero does not fear death
A hero fears no danger
A hero is concerned about self
But also about the others
Who are fighting as brave soldiers
Deep below the sea levels
Deep in the hadopelagic gutters.

A hero is absolutely fair
A hero has no fear
A hero is a serious leader
A hero is never a backstabber
Occasionally, this word is misused
One should denounce the perpetrator
This beautiful noun should not be abused
By nobody or a narcissistic detractor 
A hero is humble, essential
And super special.

Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Is It I

For whom do you write, vainglorious poet?
Who are the disciples you seek?
Shall converts worship at the altar of your prose;
Devoutly reciting your works?
Is there passion alight in your breast;
The call of some unknown muse?
Or does your pen labor of its own accord,
Guided by some universal force?
What is the sermon?
What message do you proselytize to the masses?
Shall all bow, or bend knee;
Demonstrably awed by your articulate compilations?
Self-fashioned prophet!
Or perhaps it is godhood you seek.
Author of verbal constructs.
Creator.
For who can judge your writing?
Who can look down their nose?
Furrow their brow?
Scoff?
For what you have crafted stands.
In grandiloquence or simplicity.
Perfect.
Crafted just so, and gifted to the world.
Can a critic better evaluate its worth;
Can the detractor eclipse the creator?
Perhaps then, it is he
Who fancies godhood the more. 
A Grand inquisitor!
Laying to rest the heresies of your writ.
Sound the trumpets!
Send forth the drums of war!
Who shall emerge the crusade?
Shaper of public opinion.
Master.
God?

Will Miss You Rian

(this is a little ode to Rian ..a lovely lad whose sparkle has given our Farmer's market in Dunedin a boyish fizz)


Oh dear…what’s that in my eye?

I fear a tear is near

Ah the curiosity of lachrymosity

Why am I starting to cry?
(cos I'm an emotional guy)


Rian.. not a dyslexic downpour

Spelt in a svelte refrain

Celt strain for sure

On your final day

Wanted to say farewell 


Wish you all the best

In a pure heartfelt way


Puff out your chest

Quick to jest ..got the zest 

For the fest that's life's quest


After 18 years..plenty of tears..many are bereft

The lad has left home.. off to roam

Poor old Grandad Geoff


Cheers mate.. of course beers

Down your gullet…with your peers

Not being a dull fuddy-duddy

But won't ruddy cull it 


Annul it…or cut it

Just says shut it 

Even as we tut tut it

That bloody mullet!


Too cool or a fool at school…not being cruel..BMW’s rule

Joke not a poke… a bespoke top bloke

Now you’re not broke..have a toke.. but no coke


Vim & vigour..the trigger..a bigger digger ace

Don’t snigg** .. be a detractor

Your baby face…maybe could be an actor..

You are a shining light

Clearly got that X factor


Not a slight..not really that bright

Can't read or write 

But not being trite

Rian will strive…jive & thrive

And boy...can he drive a tractor alright
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shackles of Love

Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart,
the love that once transcended time is no more.

No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion,
lost in translation to an ignorant uncultured mind.
As you searched for a definition of the tangible,
intangible feelings were ignored, even with eyes shut.

Funny, how three words cause a chemical imbalance,
but the euphoria is short lived when ego takes hold.
Promises to comfort, wipe away tears, anguish and pain,
come with no guarantee of satisfaction - no refund for regret.

Love does not say when the fire is burning to wage war,
it provides an opportunity to nourish peace and harmony.
Love does not say to be bitter and live with a grudge,
it asks for you to forgive, not to antagonise another's soul.

In a world lost to materialistic commercialism,
the skeptic doubts like a pessimistic detractor.
Love is not like money, that must be reciprocated with interest,
it is simply an undetectable phenomenon that graces us all.

To some a second hand emotion, but the language of love
still remains the most powerful feeling known to humanity.
One tongue that has no religion, race nor geographical boundary,
which only fails to blossom when limits are implanted.

Silent One

Written 28 February 2016
Re posted 30 May 2018
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member James Stewart

James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
His lanky frame wasn't a detractor,
James Stewart was a prolific actor.
His deliberate drawl was a factor,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.

He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
With his shy stutter and sly smile routine,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
His roles were never vulgar or obscene,
neither in films nor in a Broadway play. 
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.


(Intertwining Triolet)


08,19,2019
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Form: Triolet

Premium Member Canadian By Birth

Methinks I'll write about snow today
It's a subject about which I've known
Canadian by birth, so snow is no stranger
As a kid many snowballs I've thrown

But now that I'm old, damn snow's a pain
Winter without snow would be grand
Driving in snow, our lives are in jeopardy
Perhaps a hospital visit unplanned

Who was the first to say, “snow is beautiful”
Snow has no redeeming factors
Causes accidents and all kinds of bad stuff
I'm the biggest damn snow detractor

It has no redeeming factors that I can see
You can't cook it, can't fry it, no use
Just lies there causing a whole bunch of crap
I've actually fallen on my caboose

So the sooner it's spring the better I say
And survive another winter season
Not looking forward to the next three months
Mr. Summertime Man, that's the reason

(lol)
Form: Rhyme

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