Go dance about under the dark, midnight moon,
stand at the lakeside and listen to the cry of
the blue loon.
Walk the golden hills where the antelope run,
and bask in the light of the mid-day sun.
Explore the great caves beneath the rocky ground,
run through the forests without making a sound.
Climb a mountain and touch the vast sky,
sit on a rock and watch the eagles fly.
Surf the high waves of the endless blue sea,
swing on the branches of a giant oak tree.
Listen to the wolves howl their ancient song,
play in a flower-scented meadow all day long.
fish for trout from a sparkling stream,
cup your hands and catch the moonbeams.
Ride swift horses over the wide, open plain,
splash in the puddles of freshly-fallen rain.
Watch a butterfly land on a pretty, pink flower,
believe all this is the work of a great Godly power.
Marvel at the stars and planets in the vastness of
never-ending space,
know that each and every thing has its own place.
Hunt the nimble deer in the woodlands so vast,
share your memories so they won't fade into the
soon-to-be forgotten past.
Smile at the feeling of the wind on your face,
feel the ground moving under your feet as you race.
Life can be awesome, life can be great,
if only we would let go of our fear and our hate.
This world can be a Paradise land once again,
a place with peace among men, a place without sin.
This Earth is wondrous and full of sensation,
the most wonderful thing in all of Creation.
So go out and dance about under the midnight moon,
and when I finally join you, please smile,
hold out your hand, and make a little room.


(C) by Sloane J. 2007

Ok I'll say it.

Do fuck off, you inbred baffoon. Why on earth do you presume people will read your constant barage of same same poems? Please tell me why you think this would be?

If your poetry showed any signs of progression, of feeling for your subject or the slightest inclination of poetic device in whatever form, you'd probably get away with it.

Alas, its the same old tired cliched nonsense...

In the words of the New YorK Dolls:

"And your a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon
Change on into the wolfman howlin at the moon hooowww"

(C) by Sloane J. 2007

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/31/2009 09:04PM by larkinabout.

Ok, I'll say this:

I don't know what your problem is, but no one is forcing you to read my poems. I wrote this one 2 years ago because someone told me that some of my poems were too dark, but I guess you must like dark otherwise why would you call me such things and say such crappy stuff about a poem that is meant to celebrate this joys of life and that the world can be a beautiful place. Obviously you don't think so and frankly I don't care...

I write what I want and you write what you want...

You must be quite upset to spend so much time slamming uplifting poetry.
Please go find something better to do.

- "Inbred Baffoon"

IB,

Nothing against the old celebration of life, per se, I just found your influx of "poems" rather overwhelming, and your copyright, goddam offensive, who the fook is going to steal your "poems" and if they did what would they do with them?

I don't come on here often, but when I did, I did a thing called contribute, it's the way forums work...You sir, expect people to read your poems without contributing, that is oafish.

So,to summarise,not only are you a baffoon you are an oaf to boot!

I'm only name calling because I happen to like the names, I'm presuming you won't have a clue what i'm actually talking about, and my name calling will alas be wasted upon you.

Then again you might just have a sense of humour, I do hope so.

Sincerely V.Wulf.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/03/2022 12:34AM by larkinabout.

You must forgive us, we really are quite good mentors. It's just.. while we're not the best at what we do, we are knowledgeable. Some of us would prefer to guide you gently, others would prefer other methods. Larkin', for example, finds it necessary to test the limits of initiates. While this method has it's benefits, few these days are capable of withstanding them. Sad, really. Where as I will simply confuse you into revealing yourself. Typical hazing, you must understand. Nothing to worry about.

However, my point. You are dealing with people familiar with poetry. And, to be perfectly blunt, far more so than you. This is not to say we will kick you out of the club, no, no. It's just that you must understand your place in things. As an artist progresses, they become familiar with more and more of their particular field of art. In poetry, the methods you use are common, we are familiar with them, and thus have limited interest. Larkin', in his way, is politely informing you of the situation. We are actually a very laid back site of poets that simply enjoy sharing their work and company. You just ran into the two grumpiest members of the board, myself included.

To put it simply, you've stepped into the deep end.

to thewolfpoet,

I hope the tone and presumption of larkinabout and P[ercival] are not so offensive as to make you hesitant to post work here. This is a workshop, of sorts, a staging area, a just plain place to exhibit whatever work you choose when you feel like it. Sometimes comments on the poems are actually interesting...sometimes they can be useful regarding specific poems, encouraging and technically informative. Me. I like it whenever anyone say anything about my work especially because I treat this as a workshop and exhibit area. I have found that both praise and negative criticism are forgotten within a week and that serious analysis of one of my poems...by Ian or Joseph or others is actually helpful to me. I would ignore P.'s pompous "It's just that you must understand your place in things." Since there is no hierarchy here or set structure or organization of persons posting here. He's never said anything about poetry that interests me and he tends to rant. larkinabout, on the other hand writes damn good stuff, is innovative and only rants and raves when he gets pissed off at something. There are many on this forum from whom I have learned a great deal about poetry and about many own limitations, so it is useful for me at least to keep posting. I hope it is for you.

amo and avanti,

Peter

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/03/2022 02:14PM by petersz.

Ahhhh,

Reminds me of the good ole days when I was full of self-loathing and generally pissed everyone off for no good reason!

I now actually run a forum of my own and probably (actually unintentionally) tried applying certain rules to this here forum.

Peter is correct - "a staging area, a just plain place to exhibit whatever work you choose when you feel like it."

So Mr Wolf, take what I said with a pinch of salt, or a dears hoof or whatever it is you take to take things lightly!

Peace
Kris

Don't you listen to a word of what peter says, it's all lies, all filthy lies. As to my pomposity, you sir are a cad. As to my statement being mistake for hierarchy, incorrect. All I'm saying is that when I, and many here began our work in poetry, it resembled that of wolf. That doesn't mean I'm better than him, that means, simply and nothing more, that I am more familiar with the method and mode of poetry in general. So raspberries to you.

I thought I was the only one who knew I was lying.

what the hell is all this nonsense? I say, write whatever you want. Sometimes, it'll get you praise, other times it'll get you ripped and most of the time, it will go completely unnoticed.

Express yourself however you want and if you listen to even some of the feedback you get around here, you'll probably get better at writing, like any of us do who care to listen or improve. Worse to worse, you'll still be expressing yourself.

bump 'cause I enjoyed this

Imagine for a minute that you'd never seen poetry of any sort..
How would you describe this poem?

Is this work not poetry?
Is it not then valid?

Celebrate creativity using the language we speak - for it's not easy to write stuff no matter how gifted any of us may be or think we are, or to be creative in a way that will make everyone sit up straight.,

Despite how trite, self-righteous, demeaning, uplifting, imaginative, cheesy, heartbreaking, happy, repetitious, banal, existential, humdrum, boring or any other name you could name to describe any "poem" published on this forum, it seems to me that if it's on here it's the work of one who tries to use our language well, in rhyme, and description, and tale, to make us who read it think - by making us FEEL what we otherwise would not - (for I believe poetry is emotive - or perhaps you believe this that I write now is bollox too..?).

Does she not paint a picture with her words?

Is that not what anyone publishing on this forum, for whatever reason, however "gifted" or "clever" or "boring" is trying to do with their words?

I believe it's true that "Sticks and Stones may break my bones - but words will slay me"

"There is no prosthetic for an amputated spirit.." (Quote Pacino's character; 'Scent of A Woman').

Tread carefully larkinabout. Words can create - they can also destroy
Paul.

Paul-

Save your breath.
This was once a site where considerate people gave thoughtful critique, and insightful commentary. Some coarse characters came in and chased off most (MOST) of the high-class play.

Nowadays, if a submission does not meet with their approval, you're just as likely to get:

"Kris is a twat" (apparently not as vulgar as you think)
Or:
"Percy's a wanker" (apparently... ah, who cares)


Anyway, that's how it goes here now.
I long ago stopped reading or commenting on anything because of the firestorm of venom dumped on the undeserving and unsuspecting. This post will draw a load of it. Most of the people whose opinions I respect are gone. The rest are either immune or don't know the difference.

Nobody expects courtesy or respect around here, so as they have said, "Fook em if they can't take a joke".


Jack