Comments To A Fellow Poet
It’s good to see you online again!
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Comments
I see all these
Comments…
On my poems.
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Comments Ignored Like Yours In Small Hometowns
You act like you don't know 'nobody'.
Walking around all arrogant.
Like you own the sidewalk!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comments overheard one night on a hospital ward
Good night, darling, looveya, looveya, looveya
Saw the doctor today
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poem by James Hart
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Comments Made They Find Offensive
Which people are quick to dismiss substance?
Seems to be always the ones,
Who choose to remain prepared to re-act...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comments Emma Jane Pearson 【 A shot at romance】
A shot at romance
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poem by Starseven0 Starseven0
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I Wrote A Poem Across The Universe
I wrote a poem across the Universe
It was read among the stars-
Cosmic messages were sent endlessly reinterpreting it-
It appeared in Galactic anthologies
And whole Civilizations taught it in their schools-
Worlds were born with it and worlds lamented their dying with it-
It became the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text
Of cosmic intergalactic meaningfulness-
I wrote a poem across the Universe-
It was read for billions of years
And then somehow
No attention was paid to it anymore-
And it vanished for as long as forever can be understood to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Whether the medium is ready for consumers is better judged by those consumers. I sometimes read online - but not often. The stigma is attached to pay scales. Much online publication is no pay or small pay.
quote by Gene Wolfe
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In addition to having a good partnership with a good doctor, you have to do some of the work yourself. Go online, read about it, and find out what you can tolerate.
Polyacrostic - Jest Gest
PLEASE NOTE:
PH formatting does not permit colour coding the palimpsests thus the different layouts of individual internal acrostics can for the moment only be identified in transposing every letter onto squared paper
The surface sonnet is thus online for the record as neither the vertical, diagonal or internal acrostics nor the anagrams are visible. A formatted version is online at http: //allpoetry.com/poem/2479961
The anagrams within the text are Dear dare a red read
other minor acrostic: Jane is found 4 times in adjacent letters in the text
3 Vertical Acrostics Jonathan Robin J
Double diagonal acrostic 1 Just a smile can J offer unto the Jest
Double diagonal acrostic 2 Just a smile can J offer readers Jaunt Jest
Enjoy!
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J to J Jest Gest
Jingle verse to Jane luck's just jaunt jest.
Our expertise? - no orchestra in song,
no signature, as no fit joints run strong
as stars' graced art, for few see game addressed.
The care of each theme's wording to the test
here I spell out. Hark or read each line long.
A web admired, traced true, is set among
No word mixed Janus, your name's inset gest.
Reach soul. Oh dare to free the thread expressed.
Over all sweet sound, ends work to link, belong.
Best, ideas scan by. If thought inbinding's wrong
its warp reread in fairness, shriven guest.
Nut/kernel plan none smirk at, sense contest.
Judge, smile, hid joy glean from a jest red blessed.
26 December 2006
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Jest Gest polyacrostic sonnet poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Online Anonymity
The anonymity of Online poetry…
Is a blessing in disguise
No one knows the size of our nose
Or the color of our eyes
Whether we’re easy going…
Laid back types…or stuffy
Whether we’re a little overweight
Or better said, “a little fluffy”
We can write and post, cry and whine
Be meek or boast, be dull or shine
Let our artistic side show
Of which few acquaintances know
Thanks to the online anonymity …
you can expose yourself shamelessly
…In your poetry Online…
poem by David Whalen
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Love Online
We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
For the words you spoke the words you wrote to me
I imagined you here saying them to me
We had a love affair online
All though it only lasted a short time
But now its over an your gone
I wish it could of gone on and on
Deep down i knew it was never real
But we took away the lonliness
That was real that we both could feel
We spoke of lost love and sorrow
Of love we thought we had in the past
But it was just something that we borrowed
As we help each other through
Something we thought we never knew
I often search for you online
Remembering of that special time
Where ever you are out there
I hope your in love with someone
For i am over here
It may not always be profitable at first for businesses to be online, but it is certainly going to be unprofitable not to be online.
quote by Esther Dyson
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Predators will look for any way to talk to children online whether through sites like Myspace, instant messaging, or even online games.
quote by Mike Fitzpatrick
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Never preach a sermon without a text from the Bible, a text containing the theme which you can elaborate. The text is the best proof in support of your argument. A sermon without a text is an argument without a proof.
quote by Isaac Mayer Wise
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A book.
Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,
To remember for the life throughout,
Keep it as a Holy book and enjoy,
When the used books are purchased,
Rarely used books, never opened,
A few half read and half left,
A few stained and battered,
A few has the quotations underlined,
When the old books are bought,
The papers are oxidized and yellow,
Touch it, fragile, handle with care,
Though the contents may be good,
Prints are washed out and hard to see,
Heavily tainted of weather.
Whether you buy the new or the used book,
Make sure that you choose the right book,
Then read chapter by chapter leaving no nook,
Sometimes it thrills and shrills,
It is hilarious and comical,
If it is full of mysteries,
Try to solve it with your knowledge,
Don't slam and tear it,
Not touch it with your drug fingers,
Not read it with your spirited mind,
You will misunderstand the contents,
Promise yourself you will not make,
Your book an used and neglected book again.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Heartless Artless Buck_How_Skip Parodies Online - after Charles Bukowski various poems
it's a lonely world
of prosaic people,
ranting as an angsty teen.
On sight scene saviour on super site screen saver.
if you have heeded simple sound parodies pun_nish_ing
in downloads
and needed to applaud
but simply couldn't bear others
carrying their ignorance down three upgrades
to unsound praise of injurious posers' - it is too much
if you have read unsightly sounds of screed punishing
in rub outs
and hesitated to applaud
and simply bared to others
carrying their texts to online amazons
open mouthed distate of furious flops. - it is much too much
'a rant's a rant', I say, 'no need to focus binoculars online
to see where membership has fallen.' Site analyis
we see it too often:
when gobbledegook sounds hollow
departure follows - self fulfiller
paces of rhyme and places to scan,
they're just not upgraded
anymore. I remember when
each 4th line was metered, and Kevin
only got his rent
when you had
an efficient search engine, and each day was clear and good and each entry was full of promise.
the measure of poetasters damned
is limited to brief moments
of comment gold.' - the measure of a ping jammed.
(23 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Confession
Her heart an open book
Easy to read
Emotions bald for all to observe
A confession to the one
Who denied her soul
As she read his text
Weigh heavy on chest
Squeezing the life from her faint heart
He could not read between the lines
How sincere her words
Until it was too late
Reading the diaries of a broken heart
poem by Persian Khushi
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Text
I text you
The words i mime
There is really no reason or rhyme
To persist after all this time
But can't resist as my love still stands
Clings to hope with two bleeding hands
And when i ask 'am i still in your heart'
You depress with your silence
And depart.
I text her
And sometimes for days
She leaves me in deepest malaise
Then answers when my last nerve end frays.
And the light that i saw in her eye
Gently flickers and threatens to die
As my memory, tired and vexed
Sees me through
'Til she sends the next text.
I text you
Think maybe you care
That some day or year we will share
our one love extraordinaire
But time eats away at our life
Cutting with razor sharp knife
And our old dream of husband and wife
Faces the gallows next
Yet absurdly i send you a text.
poem by Kevin East
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Sad Testament
'Though online only 2% have read HR Bailout
Know not the Bill’s a mangy dog with no teeth
Empty promises as both Parties sell voters out
On middle-class grave they lay a wilted wreath
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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There are people who must spend huge amounts of time composing these online diatribes against me, all about how disgusting and terrible I am and how no one should ever read my books, and it's not enough for them to hate me, they can't stand the fact that ANYONE likes me!
quote by Poppy Z. Brite
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