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No art form points like poetry to this originality of language as to its essential and abiding concern.

quote by Thomas Harrison
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Poetry is? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

What is poetry is like asking,
'Why is the sky blue? '
There is no answer to What or Why?
but, in any event,
I shall try.

Poetry flows from my heart through my pen,
down through
its neb,
Like a fly struggling in the web of a spider, waiting
to be free.

What is poetry-who knows-could be as simple as the
morning dew on a rose,
children’s laughter,
a baby’s cry,
a mother crooning a lullaby,
bells chiming loud and clear,
the voices
of those that we hold dear.

Poetry is the language of the soul
It gives us the courage to afford life’s many streams
It expands our horizons to realize our dreams.

To summarize the above
Poetry is the Language of Love
Poetry is the Language of the Soul
Poetry is the Language of Life
over which we have
no control.

poem by Mahfooz Ali
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If you go into a bar in most places in America and even say the word poetry, you'll probably get beaten up. But poetry is a really strong, beautiful form to me, and a lot of innovation in language comes from poetry.

quote by Jim Jarmusch
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How Ordinary Language Becomes Poetic

do not worry about images
leave it to the wise imagination of the reader
do not insult his powers
of extending the meaning of your ordinary language
beyond what you
are thinking or saying with utmost intention to drive your point

the poetry of indeterminacy
the meanings hidden in such plain words

as wolf and sheep
shepherd to this staff
river to stones
and clouds to rain and rain and rain and rain

and yes the trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrainnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,

do not be too concerned
with form, the form comes and takes the shape desire before your eyes
what i am driving at is that
ordinary language becomes too poetic when
you shake because it is a very cold rain pouring in your roof
and you have no one
and you have no other place to go and you cannot call him because
he is too busy with other
matters of equal importance

i could be him and you could be her, in this ordinary language of
disappointments
why we met and why we regret the meeting and union

oh, why speak about something too poetic when ordinary language
can be so poetic
about pain, and hypocrisy, and mendicancy

of emotions, She herself is one of the few constant
features

on that landscape.

Wary, as always,
of holistic paradigms for the literary history

of poetry

dynamic, interactive condition of experimental poetry today

i cannot think
of any other recommendation,

Christian Boltanski's simulated documentaries,
I cannot think of a better introduction
to contemporary

poetry, this, oh,

so you understand a thing?

alright, how do you do?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Poetry

This poetry is not poetry

This poetry is not poetry as poetry goes

But is as silent as a man in a rollo neck jumper

Almost reading yesterdays news

This poetry is not poetry

As far as poetry goes

It is neither verse

Or poesy prose

This is a debunking of 'The poetry'

Everyone knows

And so they are not amused

This poetry is not poetry

So why poetry?

If not

Prose?

It is as idle as a man picking his nose

Pondering a wonderful muse

Yet some, are not amused

Infact if this poetry is Not poetry

What right have I to use, the word poetry?

It is a lovely panacea for expressing and de stressing

The individual's points of view

And yet if not poetry

Who says Not poetry

And who is qualified to choose?

Give me a pocket full of roses

Or a misty morning cloud

Are you amused?

clammy wynette aka Yvette m smith

march 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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Poetry in Motion

Poetry is like the ocean
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like a potion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like an explosion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like some soothing lotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is a form of devotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry represents emotion
Poetry in Motion

poem by Yeremiah Hardt
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Poetry The Beacon!

Beacon of literature is ever poetry only!
Greatness of literature lies in quality ideas;
Richness of language depends on poetry;
Worthiness of matter in poetry only is best!

Writing needs creative mind whatever thing is!
Novels, Short stories, Prose and Poetry are they
That enhance the richness of literature ever;
That too writing poetry makes one great sure!

Having chosen the form of poetry to write itself
Is not an easy matter as it needs skill and time
To write what one feels, thinks and conceives
In heart, mind and soul, otherwise no good at all!

Other forms of literature needs concentrated work
But poetry needs natural ability to express free all!

poem by Ramesh T A
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That Book Of Poetry....

there is no need
to pay
a semester of poetry
from any
teacher of poetry

who teaches whom?
can poetry be taught?
can poetry have
a dictated form?

no one teaches whom
and it cannot be taught
neither can it have a form
for poetry is here
deep in the heart of man
embedded in the mind
felt and then
whether you like it or not
becomes written

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An act of poetry

Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry

A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art

Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation

Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:

The pen be our salvation.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language.

quote by Samuel Johnson
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Just IS! (for Gina)

Because you are
the way you are

I love you

just the way
you is.

*******

JUST IS

Poetry is shadow
dancing with light.

Poetry is paper
longing to become voice.

Poetry is musical notation
turning into sound.

Poetry is a world
that is flat
becoming round.

Poetry is the longed for kiss
that’s going to happen
but hasn’t happened

just as yet.

Poetry is the kiss
you’d miss

if it wasn’t

there.

Poetry is falling in love
with sound and language

(you can’t have one without the other)

and being happily married
to its sixth sense

Poetry

Poetry

...just is.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Poetry Is The Language Of Our Deepest Feeling

POETRY IS THE LANGUAGE OF OUR DEEPEST FEELING

Poetry is the language of our deepest feeling
It makes Beauty even of our Darkness
And shares with others our Light.

Without Poetry we would be less in life-
With it,
The inner anguish the soaring of the soul
Our real lives whatever they may be-
Find Meaning in Expression..

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Future Imperative

Essential to efficiency.
When writing prose or poetry.
Elegant simplicity,
will enhance the clarity.

Of what you’re trying to convey
in the most artistic way
Although it makes me sad to say
Standards are slipping day by day.

Communicating at high speed.
Young people do not see the need.
For rules they think needs must impede.
The messages they want to read..

The youngsters use technology
to sweep away the pedantry.
By far the vast majority
adapted to it readily.

A small vocal minority
Bemoaned the loss of purity
And stubbornly refused to see.
That language changes constantly.

That in the future there would be
a greater need potentially.
A switch towards simplicity
and even less formality.

The flowery language of the past
was very slowly overcast.
It was too cumbersome to last.
When change is due it happens fast.

The need for speed bound to increase.
That does not mean that we should cease.
To write in ways that please
and make each work a masterpiece.

Communicating speedily
a modern day necessity
But we don’t need to let it be
Destroyer of our literacy

We have free will so we can choose
What form of language we should use
What to accept or to refuse
We stand to gain more than we lose.

We can store electronically
more books than any library
of any merit literally
on one small chip quite easily

The nerds can txt phonetically
Where speed is a priority.
While scholars maintain purity
Of classic prose and poetry.

Sunday,21 August 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Poetry, almost by definition, calls attention to its language and form.

quote by Robert Morgan
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The Language Of Poetry Is Metaphor

The language of poetry is metaphor
And irony and ambiguity
And beauty-

Beauty is the language of poetry
And metaphor and irony and ambiguity
And irony -

Beauty is the language of metaphor
And poetry without beauty
Is like poetry without metaphor
Like poetry without simile-

Poetry is poetry
Like beauty is beauty
And metaphor, metaphor
And language language -

Ironically
Without themselves they are something else
Or perhaps another variant of themselves
Ironically.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Dont Write Poetry!

i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...

no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Poetic Experience (Number Four)

poetry lost itself,
lost it's connection,
and its ability to be
effective when it became
a secluded form, wrapped
in the academic world,
shaped by form and vague
images and intricate patterns.
but there have always been
those who walked a different
path, who dared!
for poetry to again reach
the hearts of the masses, we
have to speak their language!
we have to use images and
experiences that the common
man and woman both understand,
and have felt. we have to be real!
poetry is not a large volume
that sits on a shelf unopened...
poetry is the heartbeat of the people.
it has to taste like people, feel
like people, and stink like people!
at this late and urgent time,
it has nothing to do with praise,
with awards, or with fame...
it has to do with reaching out
into the sweat and the excrement,
the longing and the hurting, the
anger and the lostness... reaching
out and touching... i dont care if
anyone remembers my name 20 years
from now... what i care about is
whether what i write brings redemption
and healing to the human spirit!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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My being a teacher had a decisive influence on making language and systems as simple as possible so that in my teaching, I could concentrate on the essential issues of programming rather than on details of language and notation.

quote by Niklaus Wirth
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At Play In A Garden of Words (The Problem With Poetry, or, Harvesting the Pea Patch)

I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and proud

Poetry pretends, preaches, points out,
Points to, and down, and under

Poetry’s petals promise purity and peace
Poetry’s pristine, picky and pale

Poetry is practical, prudent, is pregnant,
Gives pause

Poetry’s precise, prayerful, powerful
Poetry’s presence is portentious and playful

Poetry’s a mosaic portrayal, a
Painted portraiture, perfect, profane
Prosaic, it is not,
Preposterous, it is
It is ponderous, political, porous, pontifical
Peripatetic and perennial,
Prescient, pedantic, possessive and puerile
Perfidious, perceptible, perplexing, perfectible

Poetry perseverates, preserves, perseveres

Sometimes perplexing, never perishable,
It pulses it prowls, it probes and it pries

Poetry is a perverse, precocious, pubescent prankster
Presumptuously posing,
Priapic and prudish

It prances, and preens periwinkle plumage
In place of deep purple prose
A persuasive, peculiarly pleasant peacock,
Poetry promulgates poems!

Poetry, dear poet, exists
Poetry, dear poet, persists
Poetry, dear poet, persists and preoccupies
Poetry can never desist

poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
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The Young Poet

Poetry was something else

written by others

somewhere else

and came from

somewhere else

but the poetry

which he did not know

called one day

in a language he did not know

so he put down words on paper

and threw the paper away

but the words did not go away

and he did not know what poetry should do

until he wrote the words

which told him

what poetry could do

for only poetry can teach you poetry

*

Gertrude Stein stood behind me while I wrote this.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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We recognise in the finished art, which is the result of these conditions, the best words in the best order - poetry; and to put this essential poetry into different classes is impossible.

quote by John Drinkwater
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