Thread: Poetry?

Poetry is a universe steeped in the original... cliche' is right out almost everything is cliche'




I like poetry enough to know when I have found a really good one. The inaugural poem was lack luster... but that is politics.
I love poetry
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Well JMS and Jimbo having a little secret snicker. I can only imagine what other nasty **** you guys say. Thank you very much.

Originally Posted by icedog

Well JMS and Jimbo having a little secret snicker. I can only imagine what other nasty **** you guys say. Thank you very much.

All of our nastyness is up front Sir!

Poetry is like music. There are different types and each individual will like certain types and not others. I also happen to like the style of Ezra Pound and that poem too does a lot for me. Elizabeth Alexander's poem doesn't do much for me but that doesn't mean it's a bad poem or that she is a bad poet. (Poetess?)

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Poetry is highly personal and subjective. What may have deep personal meaning and impact to some will appear topical and empty to others. Age and familiarity certainly help the cause, but some pieces will "click" for some and not others, no matter what.

Originally Posted by jockeys

I don't think a poem has to rhyme to be a poem, Tennyson frequently didn't rhyme and I think he's one of the greatest English-language poets to live. But I think you do need SOME structure, or it's just prose.

Does not need to rhyme to be a poem. One of the most classic examples is Frost's "The Road Not Taken"

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Originally Posted by Jimbo

But hey! Give me a baudy limerick any day!

James.

For you James, this very old school boy limerick:

There once was an old man of Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds,
Great tufts of grass
Shot out of his arse
And his **** was covered in weeds.

Remplace the **** by the end of the name of the famous film director, Alfred Hitch****

Originally Posted by Ockham

For you James, this very old school boy limerick:

There once was an old man of Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds,
Great tufts of grass
Shot out of his arse
And his **** was covered in weeds.

Remplace the **** by the end of the name of the famous film director, Alfred Hitch****

And I was going to add something about a man from Nantucket....

Jordan

There was a young man named McGoo
Whose limericks stopped at line two.