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Post by Reilley on May 30, 2011 9:34:10 GMT -6
In a world where knowledge
Is the new currency
Poets starve.
We offer words -
Thornless and long-stemmed
Hoping for them to bloom within you.
They thirst, and desiccate
Unless you nourish them
So that they might thrive into circumference.
Poverty is a poem
That dies just after
You decide not to read it.
And we bleed for each one,
Willing to pay the price
For those few pressed into the book of your life.
If you knew what I meant
Before you read what I wrote
You have doomed me to dust.
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Post by Fire Monkey on May 30, 2011 11:26:41 GMT -6
It's true - more true now than ever. Poets starve. I like the fourth verse especially.
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Post by Reilley on Mar 21, 2014 8:33:51 GMT -6
Just posted this poem to my blog for World Poetry Day today.
What are you doing poetically speaking to celebrate today?
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 21, 2014 11:24:27 GMT -6
Hi Chris,
Well, I'm doing what I normally do, and that is, writing down little inspirations that may turn into little poems. World Poetry Day, much like events like Christmas and Easter, just seems to have sneaked up on me, and now, nearly passed me by.
I haven't been on my walk yet today, so perhaps some inspiration will strike then and I can at least celebrate the day with a new poem.
Thanks for reviving this one.
Don't worry, you won't be "doomed to dust". We'll always read you here!
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 21, 2014 11:52:03 GMT -6
I'm seeing about a poem but for me it's always hard to say - maybe it will come and maybe it won't but if it does I'll be posting it. Other than that I am just doing my normal things.
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Post by John Walton on Mar 23, 2014 1:41:39 GMT -6
Great poem and one I could really relate to. One thing that really frustrates me is the lack of poetry books in local bookstores. I guess that says it all. Poetry just isn't popular anymore. Anyway, rant over...great poem. Thanks for sharing. |
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 23, 2014 9:38:09 GMT -6
Great poem, Reilley! I loved it, and was inspired by it.
In fact, I just spent an hour or more doing a lengthy essay on here about why poets need to market.
And then it disappeared. And I can't re-do it now, as I have other things to do. As if I could.
I guess it saved everyone from another lengthy ramble from me.
Anyway, thank you for making me think. You always do, and that is what this is all about.
Dan
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 24, 2014 2:12:33 GMT -6
I think these days we, as a society, have tended to move to the area of lyrical poetry and 'quick' poems - by this I mean that we tend to only listen to songs - and thus get poems in the form of song lyrics - or we have a growing interest in any poetic form that fits in twitter posts, so very short styles. I think this is in keeping with the instant gratification attitude we have developed as a society, we just don't have the habit of taking any time to experience something so actually sitting down with a book of poems is not something that the majority of people would think of doing. Songs can play in the background while we do other things and twitter only takes seconds to experience. Most people tend to lack the attention span. I hope this is not a permanent state of affairs and that those of us who still enjoy the pleasures of reading poetry will become more common, but in the mean time it seems that if it isn't a song then it has to be short - or perhaps read to people with some effective visual input to go along with it - or the majority can't be bothered to take the time.
We really need to start at a young age reading poems to children instead of sitting them all day in front of a TV to babysit them and start teaching them the joy of a good, well written poem.
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Post by John Walton on Mar 24, 2014 3:16:26 GMT -6
Completely agree with Fire Monkeys last comment.
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Post by Reilley on Mar 24, 2014 5:05:27 GMT -6
I recently joined a new poetry group, and we meet in a really cool bookstore, one that is HUGE, and I was thrilled to see a significant poetry section, with score of titles, both new and old. And they had a separate section of discount books, remainders and damaged covers, this had a pretty big set of poetry books as well. I was in hog heaven.
Until the owner told me that the books just do not sell, the reason they have so many is because they hang around so long.
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Post by bluebirdspoetry2 on Mar 25, 2014 2:28:07 GMT -6
Poets Always Hunger by dr Todd harris We poets all scent tragedy's touch scant words granting weary wounds fresh color refilling dead flowers' empty crystal tall pushing heady harvest's pall collecting dropped petals annealing sunken hearts renewing age-challenged mettle mortal meeting marks remold phrase amidst folly enswathed machines bespeaking shallowed hints creased crinoline imitating wind essaying stone-broke redemptions sent un-webbed Guttenbergs gone wirelessly still poets' progeny unhiding ancient light illuminating handsets long refacing night recasting unwed winds’ paleo-silent Will wordsmiths dream clear azure skies' new clouds heartfelt thoughts sent soul-ward proud fresh words flying powdered wings soar long pollinators' landings bearing fruitful song borrowers always seeking verse disregard phrase-miser's compelling purse picking poppies' ever-orange promise resounding Spring secrets' open bloom So let unsought thoughts sow phrases wild exploring fresh worlds' empty tomb empty newsprint still loves a writing child redecorating Webster's lonely room Happy World Poetry Day !!!! ===={[  | dr. todd |
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 25, 2014 14:30:40 GMT -6
Replying to Bluebirdspoetry2:
Very nice! I especially like the last stanza.
Dan
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