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Sometimes It Is Not The Poem But The Poet

how i want to be a pseudonym of a pseudo-poet
all: pseudohematuria
pseudoxoma, this sham shame this
counterfeit eshete, this fake classic
this pretense
inside this desception, false sun shining
on the sand, 'nom de Usenet
best-known and funniest hoax
this BIFF BIFF BIFF
Many flamers/ entities,
that AI program of sophistication

yet to exist
and the exits
travesty generator to simulate

oh! ass!
a significant number of people
like us
fooled by the forgeries
they debate over their authenticity

eventually
settled only when the perpetrator came forward
publicly admitting the hoax.

acidic Ph, test it.
taste it, let us see how your tongue works
to know the truth

i shall now reveal
you have loved the poet
but his poems you despise
.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before a Poetry Reading

'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!

'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!

'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!

'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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What if Jesus had known kung fu?

Christopher Moore in Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff (2002)
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This Poet Is Always Beside You

You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0283 A Poet Condescends

It has been brought to my notice
that a review by you of
my latest book of writings
(the term ‘poem’ suggests
false expectations and is not therefore
used by me) claims that, I quote,
‘this poetry is so obscure that
I reckon it’s a hoax’…

Your comment is truer than
you yourself would appreciate.
My writing is indeed a hoax
in terms of your level of
understanding. I do not seek
easy paths to meaning, nor
the standard readymade language of the
avant-garde. So what I have
worked though, you have not,
and therefore, your understanding
however partial would be, in your
terms, a hoax.

Indeed, were you to write
an identical ‘poem’ to my writing,
it would indeed be a hoax –
it would not be the revisioning
of the cosmos, the semantic discourse
with language and communication itself,
the thoughtful and reasoned displacement
of prepositions and their too-long
accepted usage, the deep rejection of
all parameters of lazy thinking about
the imagined ‘purpose’ of poetry,
the study of Chinese orthography as preferred signifier,
in short, the ‘depth’ and ‘breadth’ –
although I of course reject the
accepted implications of those
out-dated metaphors for the
neurological Cartesian – which, in short,
‘I’ as presented in my writing
have voyaged.

However, in
the spirit of charity, I wish you well
in the deeper study of my writings,
and your ‘poetry’ magazine
should it continue its somewhat
faltering publication.

Besides, I’m a widely published
writer so yah boo sucks.

(Palinode to the above: everyone has the right to write obscure poetry...I'm unfairly attributing to the poet the attitude of those who put themselves on a pedestal and 'explain' why they're a genius...) (Though of course...)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Poetical Injustice,

Poetical Injustice,
They say poetry is all the feign verses,
It's a lie,
A big lie,
Poetry liers and false prophets,
To write false feigned verses,

Maybe like poetic injustice,
The vices I hate,
Hate poems,
Never knew anything about optimism,
Poetical blasphemies,
The false samaritan,
The Jezebel,
I saw her here,
Telling me,
Poet is the lie,
This is a Blasphemy,
Poet came from the true prophets,
The Saint's of these verses,
Words are life,
To speak Poetry in parables solved the mystery,
Poetry in parables, ?
What was it's meaning, ?
It was written,
All about truths and lies,
Eventually written,
Now I see,
Poetry is the Euphony,
The enigma,
The Spirit of Realism,
Nihilism, all the diction,
Poetical Justice,
Taste's like a web on all hall that never fade or fake,
But increase with depth,
Depth of realness, Poetical analysis,
Lyrical genius,
Poetical liers got to end,
Tell the Stars all about these,
For my message will go everwhere.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not

The poet I am, and the poet I am not

‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Athletes as role models and heroes is a hoax, a sick hoax. The men and women who are fighting in Iraq, they are the true heroes.

quote by Gale Sayers
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Poet is free

Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Poet And The Lonely Lady

one summer a poet writes about
true love
and happiness
and this lonely lady
chances upon the lines of this poet

and she has tasted the sweetness
of happiness that love can bring

she loves every word in the poem
feels the ecstasy of every line
and every night
she says she cannot sleep
thinking, feeling,
wanting to be lost and be held in
his arms

she decides to love
the poet
ultimately
she travels to the place stated in his address
hoping to see him
so she will finally know
his love that touches her
in the bottom
of her heart

only to find out
it is sad
that the address does not exist
and the poet does not live there
and does not even
exist
perhaps only in the imagination
of those who want to love
and be loved

she is so sad she jumps into
a conclusion that love is a
lie
that the poet is a
liar

since then, she stops reading the poems
of that poet
(or any other poet)
who never dies
because he for once never ever lived
in the first place

except the poem
perhaps
which to date still convinces lonely ladies to live and believe
to love and be loved

that which defines
what love is
where love is found

and find it somehow in the arms of one
who is real, like it is alive, like it is true
to the one beside her
who touches her
with his
warm hands
who melts
her in his eyes

because
even unwritten by any poet

this love is still so beautiful....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poet's Fingerprints

Poems are like fingerprints to the poet,
Many may try to copy you
It is perfectly alright...
Others may try to steal your works
Or simply twist them around
And present them as their own,
Post them to world to see
However, once they go home
They must deal with their conscience
Since they know for sure
They have stolen somebody's else works...
Originality says it all
It is being unique in this world,
Therefore, if you can recognize the prints
It would be easy to know the poet...
And tell the difference
Between the real one from the fake...
Reputation is at stake
Only time can tell....
Read carefully and you will see
Make no mistake...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Poems Of John Clare

For years in Northampton mental asylum he battled his ghosts of despair
His Nation's finest poet of Nature the marvellous wordsmith John Clare
So many of his poems are relevant today
The one who loved Nature with words had a way.

The Helpston he grew up in not a cultural place
And though in that old Village his was a known face
They little realized the fame to them he'd bring
That poetry lovers World wide his praises would sing.

Without him less people of Helpston would know
The great poet of Nature of centuries ago
He died in Northampton mental asylum in dire poverty
Yet is there one greater Nature poet than he?

His flora and fauna poems have passed scrutiny's test
And as a Nature poet he was surely the best
Into the soul of Nature it seemed he could see
And his verses have outlived his mortality.

He never did enjoy his literary renown
And he died in the asylum in Northampton Town
But he was a true poet and his type are so rare
And old Helpston lives on in the poems of John Clare.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Poet

POET
He is a poet
When his thoughts survey
What distressed millions flay

He is a poet
When his works slay
Every social evil sway

He is a poet
When his words relay
What virtuous people say

He is a poet
When his expressions lay
Portraits on brains’ gray

Sathya….

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Potsherds

Collectors of antiquities.
Renowned for eccentricities
are very often to be found
hanging round some battle ground

Dug up by archaelogists.
For whom they are apologists,
they are ready to accept.
Some archaeologists’ concept,

his latest greatest theory
of what some artefact might be.
Although in truth they do not know.
They will insist it must be so.

Professional experts every one
who are convinced that they are right.
They make deductions based upon
false premises to my delight.

They either can’t or won’t admit
that their opinions might be wrong.
They are convinced and that is it
The rest of us should go along.

With what they say no argument.
What can we know which they do not.
They’re sometimes right by accident
but just as often they are not.

The Piltdown man a clever hoax
fooled all the experts for decades.
Yet still some of these learned folks
do not believe mistakes are made.

I often watch with interest
the TV documentaries.
Which put their ideas to the test
and prove they’re only theories.
3-Nov-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The extra space

the poet when he attains maturity
in his works is a man distilled
by nature so that his verses
glitter like stars in the sky

his thoughts, his concepts
are a glassful of sparkling
vintage wine the years helped
decloak to reveal its
subtleties and finesse as it
waltzes off the loving warmth
of our tongue

the poet's evey move
will be scrutinised
by an audience who
the poet has helped unloosen
a button on the mind
so that now they think with
a new treasured space
the spectre of a plato and aristotle
confucius and rumi

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Do You Know the Power That You Have?

Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,

Do you know the power that you have?

A naive young man, in a nasty street fight
defending her honor, not wrong and not right
a possible death in the yellow street light.

Do you know the power that you have?

A child growing up is her fathers' true pride
always honest and loving, with nothing to hide.
Responsible still, for his feelings inside.

Do you know the power that you have?

From a lifetime of learning you now have to teach,
to the young and upcoming, success is their reach.
Dividing the portions of knowledge to each

Do you know the power that you have?

And now at the end, you lay there alone
no motion, no heart beat, no need for a home
drawing tears from the eyes of the loved ones that roam

Did you ever know the power that you had

poem by Biff McGuire
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Big Generator

Verse 1:
Such a strange pre-occupation
Such a strange peculiar breed
How its shining in its armour
Made of gold and made of steel
It can strike a chord inside you
Like a generations need
Speaking happy words of promise
Chorus 1:
Big generator
Lives out of sight
Big generator
Hands upon the wheel
Moving to the left
Movin
Moving to the right
Big generator
Moving through the night
Second nature sacrifice
Even if you close your eyes
We exist through this strange disguise
Verse 2:
I have heard it said to someone
Or maybe it was me
There is a reason to experience
Psychedelic so we could see
To be growing up before us
Like the black and white of love
Be the focus
Be the chorus
Chorus 2:
Big generator
Hands upon the wheel
Big generator
In for the kill
Second nature comes alive
Even if you close your eyes
We exist through this strange device
Moving to the left
Moving to the right
Big generator
Moving through the night
We are the voices of the big generator
Moving through the night
Movin
Flying out the soft machine, we offer
All surprise to you
Praise oh praise this anthem generator
Moving through the night
Movin
We are the voice of every . . .

song performed by by Yes
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Big Generator

song performed by by Yes
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I Suppose I Could Hoax

With a splattering of spoofs,
I suppose I could hoax...
If that was what I chose to do.
So many folks,
Seem caught up...
In the promotion of pretense.

And with a hollowed puffed up chest,
I would strut like a Rooster...
Or a Peacock doing that as my best.
But I enjoy a peacefulness...
Undisturbed by a prioritized nonsense.

Since I've chosen to be true,
With a detesting done by those who fool...
As a way to identify themselves with substance!
And substance is difficult to fake and present,
To those who know the difference between content and waste.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be An Anthology Poet

To be an anthology poet whose work
Children hate to read in school
And re-discover in later life as meaningful and beautiful-

To be an anthology poet
And have generations know one’s poems
As part of the eternal canon-

To be an anthology poet
One of the few names
That has survived
When thousands of one’s contemporaries’ have not-

To be an anthology poet
To have written a few of the great and the memorable poems-

To be an anthology poet
To be what I am not
And most likely never will be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Light Years

Written: kylie minogue, biff stannard and julian gallagher
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Listen can you hear the distance calling
Far away but will be with you soon
Rocket into outer space in orbit
Take us to the pop stars on the moon
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Have yourself a taste of foreign glamour
Feeding on our way to something new
Missing for a night but gone forever
But they are here to take good care of you
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Spoken:
Please fasten your seat belts
My name is kylie,
Ill be your purser
The exits are in the front and the rear of the craft
Get up to get down at discoteca
Take a breath and take the plunge my dear
Maybe things that you dont know are better
Ill take you in my capsule out of here
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, travel in light years
Thank you for flying km air
We hope had a pleasant flight
Please fly with us again

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Sometimes It Is Not The Poem But The Poet

Related quotes

Before a Poetry Reading

This Poet Is Always Beside You

0283 A Poet Condescends

Poetical Injustice,

The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not

Poet is free

The Poet And The Lonely Lady

The Poet's Fingerprints

The Poems Of John Clare

Poet

Potsherds

The extra space

Do You Know the Power That You Have?

Big Generator

Big Generator

I Suppose I Could Hoax

To Be An Anthology Poet

Light Years

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