darkcornerinthecloset

in response to 7gaugejames:

1) that is correct, in theory. however, because the opening word is "ironic" that is a bit of a moot point. you are correct, so should i change the first stanza around? i like the line itself because it is poetic, and im not thrilled to do so it if thats what you propose.
2) the actors are liars because the very act of acting is in itself a lie.
3) there is no one in the audience. the patrons are onstage themselves, living their own lives and acting out their own farce, a farce that is coincidentally a lie because they dont realize how miserable they are, reading of a script tailored by fate. it reflects shallowness or disillusioned happiness, whichever makes most sense to the reader.
1 & 2) does cursing not show frustration? when frustrated i personally swear like a sailor
3) i feel i cannot be definite in that statement because i have no definite answer in itself. if i say it is good that they dont notice the problems between me and my spouse, then that ruins the point of me saying that truth is good and lies are bad. if i say it is a bad thing, then that is saying i want to end the relationship with that person. i want to do neither, and would rather be confused and frustrated than a miserable hypocrite.

there is a literal meaning too, that we were onstage together with PDA, and no one noticed cause theyre too caught up in their own lives and actions at that moment. i have been doing that a lot lately; having the literal and metaphorical meanings both in my poems, and i think it has made an improvement. thank you for your input

Arya Stark

I feel that sometimes, profanity can ruin a piece. If the piece were absolutely phenomenol and you added an obscene word or two, I may have skipped over the words.

But I found myself skimming through the poem to see why exactly the profanity was existing...

I wasn't particularly approving of this piece. Sorry.

Schizotypic

Why would you do almost nothing to this and then post it again? How much time do you spend on these? How much effort do you put into this? Poetry is not supposed to be just rhyming and making a general point you know. Want to improve? Here, I have challenge for you: Write a four stanza poem about what it feels like to fly and nothing else. Not your opinions, not your life, just what it would feel like to fly, that's it. Have exactly four lines in each stanza. Have twenty to twenty-five syllables in each stanza, about five to six for every line in a stanza. Never use the word 'fly' in it. The amount of time that takes you, IMO, is how long it should take to write a half-decent poem.

7gaugejames

Ascending with grace,
the clouds fall beneath me,
I search lower levels,
for that which will feed me.

Spotting the quarry,
stooping with fury,
streaking in passion,
failing in mission.

Coming to a halt,
alighting on the palm,
pretending it never happened,
to the wing again and calm.

Now eagles wings at work,
focused on the chase,
my prey flys in front of me,
and I abandon all my grace.


Well that took 10 min's and it shows lol!

I forgot to title it, with my pretentious; as follows, LOL

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Schizotypic

@7guagejames- Haha you used the word fly
Alright Darkcornerinthecloset, learn from 7guagejames. See how this poem doesn't rhyme at all and has only a shallow point but is still good? The syllables being around the same number give it more of a flow, and the format is set up so each stanza has its own point. Furthermore, never using the direct word "fly" forces good imagery and use of description. My next challenge: Re-write it using at least three similies and two metaphors through the entire poem. Each stanza must have at least one.

Janszoon

Well I'm reading this poem
and it's so profound
and I like its rhythm
and I like its sound
it's by a very famous poet
no critic can criticise
and then I pause a moment
and I start to realize
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
on the motel TV.
I dig the evangelist
he'll tell you all about that
and then he tell you all about this
he's preachin' up a storm
by the sea of Galilee
he's mixin' up the truth
with something funny I start to see
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
I never had this problem
with nobody in the government
I guess I always figured
they never mean what they meant
and GOD help us all
not to be so stone surprised
when we wake up in the stars
with the skies in our eyes
if we keep tellin'
lies lies lies

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7gaugejames

Ascending with grace,
the prey beneath me,
as innocent as babies,
it's that which will feed me.

Sharpened up and ready,
a missle launched,in flight,
at once they see and scatter,
like the stars that come at night.


Now with wings at work,
and focused on my plight,
chaos now surrounds me,
another unfair fight.

My mind is filled with yesterdays,
with sorrow brought to bear,
like a perfect storm, it swirls about me,
I seek my lonely lair.

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I don't care who you are, Gunslinger, shmunslinger, everyone needs a good purse.

Schizotypic

@Janszoon: Holly crap Janszoon, did you write that? I fukking loved it.
@7guagejames: Good job, I have no more challenges.

darkcornerinthecloset

Want to improve? Here, I have challenge for you: Write a four stanza poem about what it feels like to fly and nothing else. Not your opinions, not your life, just what it would feel like to fly, that's it. Have exactly four lines in each stanza. Have twenty to twenty-five syllables in the entire poem, about five to six for every line in a stanza. Never use the word 'fly' in it.

ok, so this is my attempt, sorry if it sucks, but im gonna try


Soaring over their heads
Stomach flipped and churning
Light as a feather
Wings out at my sides

Raising high into the sky
the breeze tousles my hair
Nothing above but the heavens
nothing below but the trees

My upward assent can't be
halted of slowed down
Speeding on, spiraling
to the land of no return

With rain pouring down
pouring down my face
and off my chest to my feet
and then down and away

The rain falls down to earth
to the people below
but it landed on me first
and it cooled my fever

My fervor continues
the aviator's thrill
When I land all will end
But for now; peace in the sky

20-25 syllables? or 20-25 lines?

Schizotypic

^Twenty to twenty-five syllables. Keep trying.