5/1/2018 9:52:13 AM
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Mind trick
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Mind trick As I enter I am conscious Of the dangers and effects Even though it is alluring I’ll regret in retrospect But my mind just keeps persisting This time too it’ll have its way Even though I’m well acquainted With the things it will display And it’s just like at the movies I am ready and all set Soon my mind will start projecting All the things I must forget And I sit there while reliving Awful things that made me sad All the while infatuated By the impact they once had Though petrified I keep on viewing Now and then I make a sound I now see to my confusion That these visuals still haunt But the courage still eludes me To get up and leave this space And the horrors I’m enduring Can be seen upon my face As I slowly am regaining The awareness that I lost I agree my mind has tricked me To forget what it would cost So again I start the struggle To escape the void I’m in With a temporary promise Not to enter here again.
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5/2/2018 1:27:44 PM
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The artist
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The artist As the sun has done its duty For this part of earth today It will gently make an exit And just dim and fade away And this spectacle is amazing See a work of art unfold Colors do their dance of splendor A sight of brilliance to behold It’s as if a gifted artist Keen on beauty and on bliss Tried to capture every essence Of undisrupted peacefulness And the blending hues and colors Make a pattern of their own So entwined, their radiation Proves they can not stand alone And this artwork keeps evolving Observant eyes would see the change Whether close or from a distance The view is never out of range And the colors become deeper As the sun steadily departs Oftentimes this exhibition Has its way with gentle hearts But all too soon the unseen artist Sets off to start somewhere again Yet another epic painting ’Cause here the darkness has crept in That which was so cinematic Compelled recognition of us all Be it glimpses, stares or gazes For the curtain soon would fall.
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5/3/2018 9:57:48 AM
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Doubt
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Doubt Doubt is such a tricky thing It occupies the mind The more it lingers all the more Your thinking will rewind It may serve as a warning But sometimes it frustrates ’Cause he who lacks conviction Won’t act but simply waits And the waiting is exhausting It will put your trust on freeze Your hope will start to crumble If there is no quick release Doubt is like a forest fire That will destroy for sure But once the damage has been done Nature will restore The same with doubt, one can’t deny No matter what the cause Whenever fearful or in doubt It’s wise to stop and pause Reflect, inspect, and scrutinize Retrace if so need be And soon you will be grateful that You now can clearly see.
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5/3/2018 1:30:01 PM
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The artist
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superlativedeleted wrote:
I don't really get the sense that the description of the sunset is necessarily expressing something unique, but I think it is a worthy image to explore.
The main ideas of the poem seem to be a) sunsets are beautiful b) this beautiful quality evokes a sense of something greater than appearances (an artist behind the beauty; artistry being an act of intention and deliberate design) c) (?) that the beauty of the sunset misdirects a careful observer from a sense of mortality?
If my reflection of "c" is correct, this is the closest the reader comes to an original expression in the work. It's a clever turn, or volta, whose brevity of articulation might indicate that it would be interesting to see the work rewritten as a Shakespearean sonnet.
All in all, my attention began to drift halfway through; I did not find it nearly as compelling as a real sunset.
Thank you so much for your insightful comments. I'm just an amateur ad this, so I would love to learn more. Thank you
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5/10/2018 9:00:53 AM
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Mind trick
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Thank you so much.
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5/10/2018 9:06:49 AM
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The artist
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superlativedeleted wrote:
you can look up the rules for a Shakespearean sonnet if you like. writing them in iambic pentameter can be a bit nightmarish if you're completely new to meter. Still you might enjoy adopting the stanza structure.
juxtaposing the classical beautiful sunset motif with awareness of mortality is something i haven't read before. each half has been used before, but I've never seen them used together. using them together that way creates the opportunity to make a statement about how we relate to beauty and how desire shapes perception of reality.
it could turn into a lovely exploration if you wish to develop it in that direction. edited by superlativedeleted on 5/3/2018
But that's the thing, I really appreciate your comments but I have not a lot of insight when it comes the technicalities of my poems. I would really love to learn. Once I start a poem it just flows and I don't know what it will become until it's finished. I'm not even sure if my poems are ballads. I read about the different kinds and I guess mine looked more like ballads. That's why I welcome the insightful comments and I'm willing to learn from them. I read some more about the Shakespearean sonnets. Thank you. edited by wendyme on 5/10/2018
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5/10/2018 11:10:04 AM
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The artist
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wendyme wrote:
superlativedeleted wrote: you can look up the rules for a Shakespearean sonnet if you like. writing them in iambic pentameter can be a bit nightmarish if you're completely new to meter. Still you might enjoy adopting the stanza structure.
juxtaposing the classical beautiful sunset motif with awareness of mortality is something i haven't read before. each half has been used before, but I've never seen them used together. using them together that way creates the opportunity to make a statement about how we relate to beauty and how desire shapes perception of reality.
it could turn into a lovely exploration if you wish to develop it in that direction. edited by superlativedeleted on 5/3/2018 But that's the thing, I really appreciate your comments but I do not have a lot of insight when it concerns the technicalities of my poems. I would really love to learn. Once I start a poem it just flows and I don't know what it will become until it's finished. I'm not even sure if my poems are ballads. I read about the different kinds and I guess mine looked more like ballads. That's why I welcome the insightful comments and I'm willing to learn from them. I read some more about the Shakespearean sonnets. Thank you. edited by wendyme on 5/10/2018
Another thing, could you please elaborate on what you said about the poem juxtaposing the classical beautiful sunset motif with awareness of mortality. What lines do you get that from? Just curious. Thank you so much. edited by wendyme on 5/10/2018
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5/10/2018 11:14:12 AM
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Stillness
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Stillness In places where we sometimes roam For which or whatever reasons Things can be beautiful or grim It’s just like with the seasons In places where it’s dark and cold And lonely so you will The eeriness of such a place Will force you to be still And stillness, as far as I know Will do a soul no harm But rather, as so many found It works as an alarm ’Cause the stillness will confront you It will put the truth on chart It will air the musty places And it will lay bare your heart It helps you to see eye to eye The things you found too scary Or the things of which you should have been A little bit more wary But lack of will or want of heart Has kept you dazed and captive Although the state that you were in Was dangerous and deceptive So the darkness gives you ample chance To mend and to restore To come into the light resolved To seek the dark no more.
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5/11/2018 11:47:31 AM
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Diamonds
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Diamonds As the night is creeping in The clouds slowly make way For what will steal away our gaze A marvelous display! The beauty of it stops your breath You’ll be gaping with delight When you see the feast up in the skies Dazzling stars all shining bright Count them, I dare you to try When you’d think that you were done You’ll be surprised each time again To spot yet another one There they are the big, the small Their flickering is amazing You won’t remember, not at all How long you have been gazing Like diamonds on a velvet cloth Arranged with care it seems ’Cause each of them has ample space So their splendor freely beams It’s like they know they can’t be reached As they fearlessly stay in place It’s as if we stand behind the glass Staring at treasures in a case But even though they’re out of reach Still they leave us all in awe Ask anyone and they’ll testify About the spectacle they saw.
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6/25/2018 9:06:09 AM
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More
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More As the bindings of morality Become looser everyday Every adult, every youngster Is seduced to have his way Inhibitions once had merits The lack of them was to one’s cost But the change of times now teaches That those virtues are best lost As we watch how mores and cultures Overwhelmingly decline One should actually start to wonder ’How has this affected mine?’ For a human without culture Without values,without belief Keeps on living with abandon All he’ll reap is woe and grief Though the harvest of this fruitage Give good reason to repent Still a virtuous opinion Will most certainly offend For all evil now gives pleasure Who would dare to make it stop? We’re like greedy children sucking On a poisoned lollipop And the damage is so obvious But we cowardly ignore For we revel in excesses And we keep on craving more. edited by wendyme on 6/25/2018 edited by wendyme on 6/25/2018
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6/29/2018 2:38:38 PM
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Diamonds
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Thank you for your insightful comments. I really appreciate this. Al the best.superlativedeleted wrote:
Very positive and whimsical content.
One of my personal pet peeves is poems that tell the reader how to feel or promise the way they will feel. I suppose if it were a poem for a children's book, maybe.
My main suggestion would be to experiment rewriting it as a lyric poem in first person.
I often find enjoyable poems that accomplish the amazement of the reader through powers of description rather than simply telling them they'll be amazed. I like the promise on the menu, but I'd rather have the steam of the steak rolling up into my notrils, the sting of steaksauce on my tongue, and the smooth warmth of mashed potatos in my mouth. No need to say "you'll love our steak and mashed potatos." Give us steak and mashed potatos!
Rewriting as a lyric poem i think will help the author focus on experiencing and expressing its own amazement and wonder, which is sure to resonate at a universal level with others, rather than overly focusing on the reader and trying to figure out how to get them to feel amazed.
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6/29/2018 2:42:50 PM
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Diamonds
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The host Invitations have gone out Some without my knowing I have no choice but be a host To those that will be showing And there they are, they have arrived Some are all smiles and friendly Those take a seat, they look around They share their thoughts, but gently Another group who was here first Their arrogance is reeking They make me feel as if it’s my Demise that they are seeking A smaller group, a bunch of three More humble, more humane Their presence is a ray of sun The right relief for strain ’Cause nearly did I falter And lose my decent poise For which I had good reason But now I have a choice I plan to be the perfect host I’ll manage and entertain I’ll let them see the strength in me There is no need to feign ’Cause my three loyal companions Humility, Love, and Peace Each help to stabilize the mood In varying degrees For life will take some crazy turns Some crazy hands it deals And you’ll be forced to come to terms With whatever pact it seals But let’s not be too worried About whom our guests may be We’ll get much consolation From the loyal group of three So be a host, whoever comes No matter how or when Just get around and entertain Just do it, ’cause you can.
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7/2/2018 1:36:13 PM
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The host
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The host Invitations have gone out Some without my knowing I have no choice but be a host To those that will be showing And there they are, they have arrived Some are all smiles and friendly Those take a seat, they look around They share their thoughts, but gently Another group who was here first Their arrogance is reeking They make me feel as if it’s my Demise that they are seeking A smaller group, a bunch of three More humble, more humane Their presence is a ray of sun The right relief for strain ’Cause nearly did I falter And lose my decent poise For which I had good reason But now I have a choice I plan to be the perfect host I’ll manage and entertain I’ll let them see the strength in me There is no need to feign ’Cause my three loyal companions Humility, Love, and Peace Each help to stabilize the mood In varying degrees For life will take some crazy turns Some crazy hands it deals And you’ll be forced to come to terms With whatever pact it seals But let’s not be too worried About whom our guests may be We’ll get much consolation From the loyal group of three So be a host, whoever comes No matter how or when Just get around and entertain Just do it, ’cause you can.
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8/16/2018 2:54:58 PM
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Thank you so much jpmarmaro. I will take your observations to heart. English is not my mother tongue, so I do slip up sometimes (lol). But I appreciate you reading my poem and thanks for the compliments.
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9/10/2018 2:17:29 PM
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More
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Thank you so much JJ Towns! edited by wendyme on 9/10/2018
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9/10/2018 2:21:57 PM
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Thank you Jean Bush. The reason I don't break up my poems in stanzas is because I want every line to be connected to the next. I'm telling a story so I do not want to separate the thoughts. I hope you understand. But thanks for your reply.
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10/4/2018 11:40:20 AM
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Thank you so much for your observations. All I can say is that this rolled out of my mind. It's true it sounds editorial, but then again, it's a style isn't it? I don't know. Not a professional, but the content of the poem is a realistic one. I would think a poet could write about anything that comes to mind? But of course, you are the professional, so you would know best. Thank you once again. And I do love your comments.
superlativedeleted wrote:
lectures are not poems. strong opinion. weak poem.
the work is almost entirely devoid of sensory detail, and is entirely devoid of inner sensation. It is not something the reader can experience; the author is talking at the reader. Those that agree with it will be delighted by it; but poems are not subject to agreement or not agreement, as they are experiences which the reader is asked to process and make their own impressions of.
If we remove the device of end rhyme, the façade of poesie falls compeletely away. There is the simile of the poisoned lollipop, but it is a simile that could even be included in casual conversation or prose.
If the author wishes to transpose the work into poetic form, it would best be done by illustrating scenes that engage the senses that capture the dynamic the poet wishes to express, hopefully refraining from editorializing.
the draft is a great road sign directing the author in the direction it wishes to go, but it has not arrived yet.
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10/4/2018 1:06:41 PM
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The green-eyed monster (Please critique)
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The green-eyed monster The green-eyed monster has awakened From a sleep that made him rest As he has regained his vigor He will put you to the test You will have to act real courteous While your heart with envy sears And you must control your anger Maybe even hide your tears Your endurance will be torture For it lacks good sentiment There’s no will or motivation To utter any compliment Now your mood is so confusing And it shows upon your face Which appears real taut and rigid And you feel so out of place ’Cause the monster has awakened And he wants to be amused He wants you to spew out venom And he will not be excused As you struggle not to please him You blend friendliness with spite And it all becomes real awkward ’Cause you want to do what’s right So you smile and raise your eyebrows In case your eyes stare blank and cold ’Cause you want no one to blame you For a grudge that you might hold This is how you fight the monster Or at least that’s how you try And it looks as if you’re winning But you know it’s just a lie.
Wendy Nipas edited by wendyme on 10/4/2018
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10/8/2018 9:28:03 AM
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The green-eyed monster (Please critique)
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Thank you so much for your critique. Wow! You explained it so well. And thank you so much for your compliments. superlativedeleted wrote:
This is great. Universal situation married with authentic emotional truth, expressed in conversational voice that speaks intimately/caringly to the reader as if each reader is the only person that will read it. The use of second person is validated by the narrative persona. Though second person is used, it is clear the persona of the poem is speaking of itself and is expressing its authentic emotional truth, and is sharing this experience to the reader in a with a private voice. The use of second person is not used to tell the reader what to think or feel.The use of second person is also validated by conveying the restrained detachment, the ambivelence of feeling something but not wanting to feel it. Describing what the reader might go through to actually describe the experience of the persona created for the poem is a wonderful and clever device. Each reader will feel the poem was meant for them, rather than simply having been requested to witness the life of the persona. The poem creates a space for the reader to exist within it, as an equal to the persona. Wonderful! edited by superlativedeleted on 10/7/2018
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10/8/2018 9:32:29 AM
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Biased (Please critique)
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Biased She wants a child but not a man Only his seed will do And when the child is born she’ll say ’Sweetheart it’s me and you’ We’ll be a team, you’ll be my prince Or princess’, if it’s a she ’My child, you’ll be completely mine I’ll raise you to be free A girl with an independent mind Or a boy with manly traits I’ll show the world how great I am’ What a fantasy she creates! And in her longing for a child Repercussions she ignores What matters most of all to her Is that she wins and scores She’s adamant to show them all That a woman can be boss Of her body, her mind, and her own life Who says she’s at a loss? So now we have a brand-new breed Let’s see how they adjust They will be spoiled and pampered too Because they were a must The father figure was erased His input was not needed For times have changed and the father role Has now been superseded Poor little boys and little girls What will become of you? May happiness keep you company Pray grief does not ensue. But as the lack of fathers Becomes more obvious with time This biased planning proves to be A faulty paradigm. Wendy Nipas
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