APoem wrestles fury and thought
seperate words a float
the witch from the east
pulling me down to choke

aye, i , a , eye
see ya there
aye, i, a, I'm
breathing no more

pulling away the wind
it sweeps
expanding the feeling
beats cut in

they stop.

a poem is seperate
the words no flow
aye, i , see, no
stop, go!

By Daisy Donovan on Sunday, January 14, 2001 - 01:12 pm:

i'm a whore
the red girl says

she shoots from the east
and settles in my brain
the worm she is a game

i'm a bore
she says turning blue

i'm not- I AM YOU!!!

By someone on Monday, January 15, 2001 - 01:08 am:

I think I'm a good poet
But other people say I'm not,
They say my poems don't have any rhythm to speaak of
And they don't rhyme either.
I think they're wrong.


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By Miss~Mittens on Monday, January 15, 2001 - 01:22 pm:

I shall reserve judgement "Daisy", for in the post~modern scheme of things, anything ~ no matter how crap ~ cannot be dismissed on these simple grounds. But if you reckon a poem is separate, then it is just that ~ separate, not seperate. Some of your lines reek of what my creative writing teacher would frown upon as "abstractions", but I do kinda dig the line about the witch of the east.
There. Ya got yourself a reaction. Keep on twisting that melon, DD, and here's power to your elbow.

By Daisy Donovan on Monday, January 15, 2001 - 03:14 pm:

why thank you Miss~Mittens. I don't mind people telling me i'm crap or my poems are crap, because it is a poem that may be considered crap or genious by someone else. I personally dislike the first one and like the second one - and my english is what your teacher would call lazy - as reflects my attitude at the time of writing...thats what its all about....but in general i am usualy much more surrreal and annoyingly depressive...those poems make me feel suicidal for weeks on end, and so i concentrate on the easy shit that takes 3 minutes.
apart from that, i'm a poor posh bitch with nothing to do except fart on the ants...*ahem*

By Joe on Saturday, January 20, 2001 - 04:23 pm:

I quite liked it. I particularly liked the seperate lines a float bit...there's no reason in should be separate instead....but are you saying anything about human existence?

Here's my poem:

Night Bus Jam

In high class joints the men of sodium
Reflect their lives in the nylon of their ties
And lies with spring like bile from their smiles
And lubricate the girls with cocaine eyes.

I have the stuffy comfort of the bus
Where pleasures such as these are kept in thought
And no-one dares to speak, but muses on
The way light can throw static shapes in motion.

Before
We raced through suburbia
Far too fast to feel
The homely fires
From houses' evening glow,
The way we sit here now
And dream of home
When rain makes headlights
Tangible, like lances,
Questing on into the night
To tomorrow.

Across the dual carridgeway the cars
Move freely without discomfort or pain
And we like giant hollow metal slugs
Must crawl along a path already made.

By Daisy Donovan on Saturday, January 20, 2001 - 05:57 pm:

i like it....quite cinematic in my opinion.
what is it with bell bottom cord jeans (to change the subject slightly)...hmm, shall i buy some?????

By Eddy on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 11:40 am:

With all due respect, poetry is all bollocks isn't it.

By The Crank on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 02:05 pm:

Oh Eddy, with dull predictability, you're at it again. With all due dis-respect, kindly shut the fuck up with these self righteous, flat CONCLUSIONS about everything and anything you merely don't like, understand, or share an interest in. In your opinion, poetry IS all bollocks, yeah? But since you're a statistical sample of one, couldn't you qualify that statement, at least by putting "I think" before writing "poetry is all bollocks"?

Just because the arts students I suspect you despise may dig poetry doesn't make poetry in itself crap.

In MY opinion, there's acres and acres of crap poetry out there, but oceans & oceans of genius poets and wonderful, moving, celestial poetry to be found...you simply need to fish for it, when and if you care to.

By indigo on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 05:39 pm:

Joe - brilliant similes (my english teacher would be proud if she hadnt pissed off to another school and so dissuaded me from english a-level). I gave up writing poems because they just turned into big long lists of description with no point, but I quite like to read poems like that. Very Seamus Hughes - is that his name? bollocks, all those essays were so long ago!

By indigo on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 05:40 pm:

Heaney! that was it!

By The Crank on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 07:20 pm:

Was it Ted Hughes maybe, husband of Sylvia Plath & thus the Courtney Love of literati?

By kacy on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 03:59 am:

ah, sylvia plath...her stuff was ace. the disjointed imagery and emotions of depression, so well captured. but i do not believe indigo is speaking of mr. hughes at all, no.
when i write poems i rarely use capital letters...
so in honour of the topic i'm not using them here either.

By kacy on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 04:03 am:

by the way, joe, i quite like your poem as well. it creates an atmosphere, as good poetry should.

By Eddy on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 09:51 am:

Oh Crank, I like poetry, but I still think it's bollocks.

Rather unnecessary attack really, quite defensive, in a sub-concious way you know it's all bollocks.

In MY opinion, everything is bollocks and surely you can take some intellectual stimulus from this by analysing it. Think irony, wit, fact or fiction and apply it to my statement. I'm sure any student could write 3000 words on it, apply some bullshit theory and get an 'A'. Or I am speaking bollocks?? Probably.

I will qualify my statement: I THINK you are a dullard.

By indigo on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 12:48 pm:

No, I'm pretty sure I meant Seamus/Sean Heaney - Irish guy. Everyone likes Sylvia Plath don't they? I was so happy when I got a question on "Blackberries" in my English exam. Spent 45 minutes writing existential bollocks= A*. Wahey!

By The Examiner on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 01:42 pm:

how dare you

By someone's friend on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 05:25 pm:

I liked my poem better

By The Lad on Friday, March 2, 2001 - 10:58 am:

poetry is all fucking shite. I don't wanna know or read or hear ANYthing more about it.
and hello to all the birds.