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Grinch
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0 posted 2006-10-19 05:00 PM



The tide has risen,
fingers twitch
an itchy pen
to scrawl their claim to greatness
and the world
in ten foot letters, high
upon the graves of those
who whispered to the wind
but that was then.

Drowned in their shadows
are the ones who were,
the voices and the words
that warmed the world.
Gone now those quiet kings
those queens of verse,
the taste of silence shattered
by a wasting world.

Now is the dawning of the lesser suns,
whose offerings
are pipsqueaks
mocking seraphim,
bedecked in false platitudes
and prattled backs
in sheep-like airs
that beggar awe.

Bellow me your verses
blow your hollow horns,
as my lips bleed
from bellowing the same
half-hearted ghosts of those who came
and wrote before,
who earned
but never reaped
the praise we claim.

© Copyright 2006 Grinch - All Rights Reserved
Brad
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1 posted 2006-10-19 06:39 PM


Wow! I quite enjoyed this. I'm not a big fan of short lines like this set up -- often see it as a was of sounding profound without, well, being that way.

But this works well. Liked the use of pipsqueak and seraphim.

Hmmm, looking at some of your word choices and my own in the thing I just posted, are we reading the same things?




rhia_5779
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2 posted 2006-10-20 11:04 AM


This kept me guessing,  but it also kept me aware of the story. What does Seraphim mean?


Interesting piece of work.

ChristianSpeaks
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3 posted 2006-10-20 11:27 AM


A seraphim is one of the Angels spoken about in Revelation. They have wings on their feet, over their eyes, and, of course, those used to fly.In Revelation it says they surround the throne of God. Sometimes you hear a reference to Cherubim and Seraphim... (elipsis - cool)

CS

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4 posted 2006-10-20 09:10 PM



Thanks for the replies.

quote:
I'm not a big fan of short lines like this set up -- often see it as a was of sounding profound without, well, being that way.


Me too Brad, originally this was set out in four line verses but recently I've been playing with line breaks. It stems from a comment Karen made regarding the use of line breaks to try to control the readers pace and emphasis.

I'm still not sure which I prefer.


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5 posted 2006-10-20 10:37 PM


Well, Ihave little to offer in the way of critical review, which the exception of the fact that "that beggar awe" throws me a little.

I think it's a great piece of writing. I enjoy the comparison and the sarcasm and the thoughts behind the meaning.

Is it accurate? Who knows? The  same can be said about a variety of things.....baseball, for example. We can look back at the giants of the game, those who played for the love of  the game and we can mock the ten million a year players who show up for contract talks with their agents and sell their autographs. I certainly do....and yet the players of today may actually be far superior to the "legends" of the game in terms of actual ability.

With regards to poets and painters, I think we have to determine their levels of "greatness" in futuristic tenses. Look at all of the great poets of the past that were actually unrecognized in their own time. Look  at the painters who lived penniless whose paintings now sell for millions. Who knows? Maybe some of the great pretenders your poem refers to will become poetic icons to future generations.

Were the "masters" all so great? Good question. We all read Joyce Kilmer in highschool and yet I can assure you that if I  were to enter a poetry contest today with a poem that began, "I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree", the rejection slip would set a new speed record.

Personally, I think that the  big difference between the the poetic icons of yesteryear and the writers of today mentioned in your piece is the fact that the poetic icons were POETS. That's  what they did....they ate, drank, lived and breathed their poetry for the love of the craft. Today we write a poem or two (or a hundred) and say, "Look! We are poets!" Somewhere, perhaps, in a one-room apartment in today's world, sits a man or woman eating and drinking their poetry and spending every free minute of their time creating. THESE are the ones nore likely to be remembered by future generations as poetic  giants, in the same way we remember the Poes and Kiplings today. They are certainly much more likely to achieve it than the ones in your poem, banging their own drums and and advertising their own greatness.

Love that tongue-in-cheeks sarcasm

Grinch
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6 posted 2006-10-20 10:56 PM



Can't find much to disagree with in what you say Mike apart from adding the fact that that today the tide has in fact risen - with the increase in leisure time and especially the advent of the internet the shear number of part time poets has increased to such an extent that the new masters are hard to find in the crowd. Added to that is the fact that poetry, despite the increased exposure of modern technology, isn't as popular a medium as it once was.

I'll keep scribbling away though, just in case pop music and motion pictures go out of fashion.



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7 posted 2006-10-21 10:33 PM


No, it is not as popular. People used to know what poetry was. Now they are told that anything anyone writes can be poetry if the authors wish to call it that. As Ayn Rand said, "The only way to destroy beauty is to enshrine mediocraty and, when people can  no longer tell the difference, beauty has been  lost forever."

Curse those slant rhymes!!!!

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8 posted 2006-10-22 12:22 PM


Poetry saith:

It's hard to keep my life and breath
when poets freeverse me to death!


TomMark
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9 posted 2008-01-06 06:35 PM


typical yours. Sir Balladeer even liked it.
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10 posted 2008-01-06 07:13 PM


Very much so...it's even better the second time around and much more relevant, in light of some recent conversations.

I actually like the short lines here. Line length is a great tool to shape the way you want to the reader or go through the piece and I think that fits very nicely here.

TomMark
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11 posted 2008-01-06 07:17 PM


read three times now, I still consider it as an un-clear poem. truly!
Grinch
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12 posted 2008-01-06 07:33 PM



By “un-clear” Tom do you mean you personally have no idea what it’s about or that you know what it’s about but found it hard to discern the meaning?

Or do you mean it’s generally un-clear to such an extent that nobody can discern the meaning?

TomMark
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13 posted 2008-01-06 07:50 PM


The meaning.

"The tide has risen,
fingers twitch
an itchy pen
to scrawl their claim to greatness
and the world
in ten foot letters, high
upon the graves of those
who whispered to the wind
but that was then.

In the past, the rising tides wrote ten foot high letters to voice the sound of the ocean
to live ones but not the dead.

You may hate me for asking this, what do you try to express here? I guess that It was not a kind of feeling but there was a THING you try to say.

You want to talk about it verse by verse?
Sir Grinch?  

Grinch
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14 posted 2008-01-06 08:08 PM



quote:
You want to talk about it verse by verse?


Not really Tom but if I give you the first verse you may get the rest.

There are a lot of people who claim to be something they’re not which denigrates or diminishes the name of those who really were but didn‘t shout about it - in this case it’s people claiming to be Poets.


oceanvu2
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15 posted 2008-01-06 08:24 PM


Oy Grinchele:  I can only so much agree!  But has this not always been the case?  Even dedicated fools like Colley Ciber  -- ah, the heck with it!

One great satirical inquiry into "poetasters" is "The Sotweed Factor," a novel by John Barth.  Unless you have two or more weeks to kill --it is a looong novel -- flip through for the manic, satiric examples of "poetry."

As I've suggested in another thread, and continue to stand by, poetry is not a level playing field.

Best, Jim

TomMark
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16 posted 2008-01-06 08:25 PM


Thank you very much, Sir Grinch.  You described quite well.

Grinch
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17 posted 2008-01-06 08:44 PM



Jim,

Of course it’s always happened Jim but not on the scale it happens today, this is just a rant from one Dunciad to a whole heap of other unnamed Dunciads. Poet (upper case P)is a title that should be carefully bestowed by others, not claimed by every John, Dick or Harrietta just because they strung a few words together.

My name is Grinch and I am a poet (lower case p) - is the abridged version.


oceanvu2
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18 posted 2008-01-06 10:13 PM


Hi Grinch:  Well, one thing hasn't seemed to change much:  nobody pays attention to or bothers to read "Poets" or "poets."

Maybe it's a function of the Internet.  Since everyone can publish drivel anywhere, everybody does.  

In a small way, it cracks me up that PiP with its very wide range of skill levels, has a lot of surprisingly good work and good writers.  

And, of course, just as there are few if any great scripts or novels out there waiting to be discovered, there are darned few unsung geniuses among the scribblers on the net.

But what does one say?  Give it up?  Don't do it?

Darned if I know.  

Jim  

rwood
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19 posted 2008-01-07 09:44 AM


Clever title.

"Drowned in their shadows
are the ones who were,
the voices and the words
that warmed the world.
Gone now those quiet kings
those queens of verse,
the taste of silence shattered
by a wasting world"

I do share your thoughts and feelings to a degree of appreciation/depreciation of the written word, and how many contemporaries love to "toot their own horn," but too, I'm reminded of the "Libertines," and the Chaucers who loathed much of the courtly traditions and found their voices mocking or rebelling against them, even if they might have felt remorse or feverish for atonement afterwards. Somehow many of the greats became great by not wanting to be so great.

"half-hearted ghosts of those who came
and wrote before,
who earned
but never reaped
the praise we claim."

Very nice ending.

I find this true of all arts. Even conversation. Craftsmanship of any sort...suffers new age discoveries and "quiet" deaths for some very sad replacements.

I'm happy we still try to see hear & feel for art and maybe it is a mustering, but we must!

And you are.


regards,
reg




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20 posted 2008-03-05 01:49 PM


how would you suggest I format something like this ? should i use 'good' grammar or "correct" punctuation! and speling or do that block some of the meaning?
Should I consider the universal, or focus on the particular intended target of the message. Should I try to craft it or just listen to the muse?
you inspire me...I heard your Muse!!!
here it is ---just an example of what I hear...(today that is, just now)

Upon the Cross within the cell that which I drew I knew so well,and if you see it dont you tell the horror that I then befell I will not speak the name of what I saw I stood before His  flame in awe lakuns flame I wont forget it haunts me nightly in my head I will avenge what they have done They killed another favorite sUn.
Discover that the word to it never did discover that the wheel  will heal and feel the pain that others who have died in vain have lain will recognize themselves again in lines of poems that do not rhyme that never reached the heart it sought and never fought and lost and died and cried and bled upon the words they read the forces that stay locked inside those  words within  our head are read until the voice inside exclaims thou never new me where I lain where I was slain  the sight beheld in that cell would stay with me in my true hell the cross on which the ghost  was I the most felt it was a lie but still I know I must still try but if I breathe my voice will cry until it stops I can not begin Im wailing for it all to end and now anew it will begin!


littledavid
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21 posted 2008-03-05 02:01 PM


P.S.
I'll name this poem

"Lay not with lions
Gentle iambs"

thanks for your help Grinch!

littledavid



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22 posted 2008-03-05 02:36 PM


here's my first attempt.


I say this here that you might See
I hear the savage family
sing  voices that I do not know
within the skulls of buffalo
sio tanka is the way
Avenge the Mediocrity
and when the people cannot see
thats when they're blind
Reality is Beauty!

Upon the Cross within the cell
that which I drew I knew so well,
and if you see it don't you tell
the horror that I then befell
I will not speak the name of what I saw
I stood before His  flame in awe!
Lakuns flame I won't forget
it haunts me nightly in my head
I will avenge what they have done
They killed another favorite sUn.

Discover that the word to it
never did discover that
the wheel  will heal and feel the pain
that others who have died in vain
that they have lain will recognize themselves again
in lines of poems that do not rhyme
that never reached the heart it sought
and never fought
and lost and died and cried and bled
upon the words they read
the forces that stay locked inside
those  words within  our head
are read until the voice inside
exclaims thou never knew me where I lain
where I was slain
  the sight beheld inside that cell
would stay with me in my true hell
the cross on which the ghost was I
where there I felt it was a lie
but still I know I must still try
but if I breathe my voice will cry
until it stops I can't begin
I'm waiting for it all to end
and now anew it will begin!
Please Help Me!

LadyTom
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23 posted 2008-03-05 02:42 PM


Good poets are everywhere. Not only the excavated ones.
littledavid
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24 posted 2008-03-05 02:54 PM


hey I'm sorry, I just hijacked your thread , I'm Sorry!!!i wasn't thinking I should have waited and started my own tommorrow
forgive me I know not what i do...

littledavid
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25 posted 2008-03-05 11:36 PM


typo
should read 'wailing' not 'waiting'

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