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  2. tonyv

    New forum software options/features

    "Footnotes" Topic There is now a topic available in the Member Archive forum that members may use for footnotes to their poems. For example, if you post a poem and would like to include footnotes but would rather have them appear on a separate "page," follow the instructions in this topic: Post Footnotes to your poems as a reply to this thread. Thanks, @Tinker for the topic and the detailed instructions on how to use the topic to make a link to a poem's footnotes.
  3. JoelJosol

    Umbrella-less

    Hi guys, thanks for the read. I am glad that the structure worked.
  4. JoelJosol

    Shelter

    Thank guys. December is such a merry season that loneliness would be such a contrast.
  5. JoelJosol

    The Night the Bears Roamed

    Thanks for the power of description to allow us invisible observers in this vacation cabin. Is there a special reason why the lines are arranged the way they are, follows a certain genre in form?
  6. JoelJosol

    Weeds

    Aside from what everyone else said, I like the part "Just let us be, they seemed to whisper". Some people talk to plants to sustain them. But the poem does the opposite. Plants as if to talk to humans.
  7. JoelJosol

    THUS

    I find the introduction is in itself an intended paradox. I am amused how the reflection on the lenses led to a string of eras from the past trying to understand the present. Just as the poem's journey, "the Quest", the reader joins the poet to a pause "Realize:", the pivot in the structure. Very clever and witty.
  8. JoelJosol

    Summer Never Came

    Thank you guys for reading through the lines and immersing yourself with the spirit of the poem. I've tried to paint the scene and carry across the challenge of unshared pain
  9. tonyv

    THUS

    Juris, This camber the driver doesn't even notice -- could it be evidence of intelligent design? 😀 At the turn, the speaker refers to his new lenses. Are they specs, contact, or surgically corrected lenses? Or are his lenses more of the metaphorical variety? I love how you included the epigraph and the definition. Excellent work! Tony
  10. tonyv

    Summer Never Came

    One of the best poems I have ever read about a subject I don't even want to think about it -- excellent work, Joel. Now, how to put it out of my mind ... Tony
  11. tonyv

    Hell is Here to Stay

    Jake, this should serve as a warning for all those who don't realize they're living in an Illuminati hell. I'm afraid many will remain deceived when benevolent off-world aliens arrive with news that, "There is no God out there. We bring you the cure for cancer." Good work. Tony
  12. tonyv

    morphing images from a hellish nightmare [R]

    Jake, this is good work. It comes across like American Horror Story meets Bohemian Grove. The poem might be too intense for some readers, so I'll add a content warning [R] to the title line. In any case, I'm glad you included the picture and relieved that the whole thing was just a nightmare. Tony
  13. two dark poems from my college days published in Rosset Maleficarum https://rosettemaleficarum.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/depressed-morbid-nights-by-john-cosmos-aller/ Depressed Morbid Nights One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights I shall awake to the God damned game of life And sit under the graying light Of the foolish full moon And laminate upon my luminance And chew up the garments of past lives And cry my soul But no one will hear the plight of my mind On strike for better wages And more love Thus, I will sit, and think and dream Dreams that no one ever before dreamt It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic But then as I drink to oblivion I begin to think Of all those things that I have not experienced And wonder with a vengeance Why God hates me so Or is it only an illusion? When will I awake Or do we just sit waiting for more beer To cover up The stench of putrid rotting flesh Waiting for death to take us away To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky Trying to communicate across a gap That is light years’ long And will never close For man was not made to know The real thoughts of another Man was made to suffer, cry and wait For the party in Hell afterwards Shit, let’s us die and be done with it Or live without our God damned dreams Running our thoughts Into pits of depraved madness Early Morning Thoughts Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin And my heart did a swirling spin When I saw that vision of erotic delight There I stood Alone in a somehow too dismal room Full of vibrant people I knew not what to say So, I spent that dismal day Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom Thoughts what might happen that day And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello Thus, it went Years after ever melancholy year Days after ever gloomy days Nights of self-induced torture Months of nightly rancid beer There it went Now I am sitting and thinking Thoughts so gloomy I still don’t know Life belongs to the living Not to the morbid mystic dreamers Nor the poets dying
  14. Note: From a real nightmare End Note I am in a room Watching people all around me Change into hideous creatures Monsters from the deepest depths of hell The Chief of them all Wears a Trumpian mask Completed with orange hair Half human half pig His deputy Wears the face of Putin But his body Half human, half horse The other creatures wear masks Many of them wear Green Pepe the alt right Symbolic frog masks And have T shirts Bearing alt right slogans And Nazi symbols And as they prance about They chant alt. Right slogans And neo Nazi chants Jews with Not Replace us And the rest of these creatures Are hideous ugly beasts With only a vestige of humanity left And these monsters are engaged In all sorts of foul evil deeds Murder violence death All around And none-stop violent drug fueled orgies As these creatures Half human half monsters Half male, half female creatures Snort coke, cocaine, speed Smoke weed and drink vodka shots Scotch, bourbon and beer The Trumpian Pig leads the charge Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin Who chases after people Cutting off their heads with his sword They turn on to their fellow creatures Raping and fucking each other All night long Then they attack me Screaming Jews will not replace us And I wake up Screaming As the sun comes up Just another nightmare
  15. jakecaller

    God's Confession

    I was sitting along In a godforsaken bar Somewhere on the lunatic fringes Of society On the bad part of town Over by railroad tracks Heading to hell As fast as I could drink it down Enjoying my lonely drink Drinking by my lonesome self With my partners Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother And his old Granddad Just drinking and hanging With the Jack Daniel's gang A crazed bum With a thousand year stare Walks up to me He begins Muttering to himself Nutty nonsense Crazy words In a lunatic's voice He had the look Of one possessed By his own demons That only he can see Or hear Possessed by a secret knowledge Only he knew Despite myself I was fascinated By this lunatic's tale So, I stopped him And said So, what's your game Anyway The short little dude Stopped his insane prattle Starting at me With that thousand year old stare Just another washed up Lunatic Too many drugs Too many bad nights On the wrong side of life An acid causality from the 60’s Went out so far Down the LSD rabbit hole Never came back He looked at me And proclaimed his story He reared up And filled up the room And lifted the bar On his finger And stared down at me From the sky And said Since you asked I am God The alpha and Omega The real deal The original dude of dudes The sultan of Swing God of hosts And father of that Jesus dude But no one knows me Any more No one cares They think I am irrelevant They think I am dead They think I am a fairy tale From some olden, ancient time Some say I am dead Others think I should be dead That my work is done I looked at him Carefully now And what did I see An old man With that lunatic look But there was something else He was crazy Sure yes But perhaps he was the real deal I mean why not Why would not God be A lunatic wandering around loose Talking to low lives like me In a bar On the way to hell So, I looked at him And invited him to share His tale of woe God tells me Well, it's like this Many a year ago People believed in me But one day They quit believing in me And they went on without me As they left me My powers got weaker and weaker And so eventually I became What you see today A broken down drunk Hanging out Looking for a hand out Looking for some company Or at least a free dinner And he laughed and laughed And I looked at him And saw the beginnings of the end And the ends of the beginnings I saw a million planets Flash by A billion people A trillion sentient beings Thinking all at once Thoughts filled my head Lights flashed And I knew He was telling the truth But it did not matter In this day and age Of materialism God has no role God is truly dead And so, I bought him a drink And walked out of the bar Profoundly sadden by what I had seen God was dead And we had all conspired To kill him Long live God Published in Otherwise Engaged, Vol 1 2018
  16. jakecaller

    Hell is Here to Stay

    Hell is Here to Stay The angel of the lord Appeared on TV sets All over the world People woke up Expecting to see The usual suspects Talking heads Talking drivel Talking trash Instead A stern visage A stern old man In a dark suit He had a salt and pepper beard And long, dark black hair And piercing blue eyes Staring out From his stern face The eyes Piercing the soul Of all who listened The voice Of the angel of the lord Was like thunder And all over the world People tried to turn off Their TV sets To no avail Twilight light Zone Prevailed The angel of the lord Stopped swearing And said In a calm Deadly voice People of earth You know the lord By a billion names I am his spokesman We’ve realized There is the age of the TV And we must be able to reach You directly Before one or a million Could understand Now no one hears us For you are convinced We are dead Irrelevant Washed up A fraud Frankly speaking You all can go to hell And an evil grin Appears on his face As he says Can a fraud do this? And outside Thunder and lightening A star comes down And houses were blown away And everyone was Outside The TV set Was in the sky above The voice of the angel Of the lord Proclaiming Repent The end is near And now No more TV No more booze The rights to you Have been sold For to quote Frank Zappa You are all assholes You are all assholes All of you Little, mean little assholes Let me introduce My new business partner Satan, also known As the prince of darkness God and Satan Have agreed on a deal A thousand year Reich A thousand year of slavery For you My little human assholes For your sins, your arrogance Your foolish pride After a thousand years Of pure torture We will return To judge the living and the dead Most of you will remain in hell Some will be redeemed And allowed into heaven And now, back to your usual station Welcome to hell Satan said And laughed and laughed and laughed And the usual crimes resume The usual lies and deceits and shames For most people It made no difference They had been in hell For centuries For some It mattered The few decent people Left on earth Were condemned to join The masses For another thousand years Of toil and misery The bosses were happy Satan appointed them To continue to rule But no strikes No salaries And as much abuse As they could give out And so, the world turns and turns Following its way Around the sun And the sun Turns and floats Through space And the end was here And now No one could tell The difference anymore Hell was here to stay http://www.badnudes.com/issue3.4/poetry.html#aller
  17. dr_con

    THUS

    THUS “Beginning a poem with a definition is a mistake akin to confusing map and territory” -- The Topography of Poetics Camber /ˈkambər/ noun plural noun: cambers the slightly convex or arched shape of a road or other horizontal surface. "the deck beams are curved for the camber of the deck" BRITISH a tilt built into a road at a bend or curve, enabling vehicles to maintain speed. I’m searching for my ‘Camber’ having misread ‘Chamber’ this need for hidden rooms catacombs filled with secrets lessening with age or rather the illusions of the anthropocene trap us in the eternal moment of brushing cobwebs away skin on high Alert! For errant arachnids every time we’re interrupted led to believe The next sarcophagus chest corner pit will reveal the Grail or its capital material equivalence knowing the Quest has been hijacked for someone else's gains and means and yet yearning for any Future has become as strong as nostalgia for Paradise Tiring of Seeking claustrophobic trapped we re-examine the map Realize: A tilt built allowing one to maintain speed a convex or arch in an otherwise horizontal not the plane of screens rather the organic curve of a horizon the optic bulge of our eyes or my new lenses refracting clearly things as they are rather than how others would have them Be.
  18. dr_con

    Summer Never Came

    Deeply moving. Clear, vivid and a beautiful summary of bereavement. Excellent. Know that feeling well. Juris
  19. JoelJosol

    Summer Never Came

    It's not the rainy season but then summer never came. On the glass window, I noticed water dripping across its height. I am done whispering in your ear, my tears falling on your cheeks mixing with yours before the equipment sounds go quiet. How do you translate the weight and height and depth of sorrow clinging into my arms, pulling me and you away like dirty blankets? In the corner are seats of loneliness, where one go wail quietly while outside as the rain poured, some children were dancing in the rain.
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  21. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    24 syllables prompt: ineffable Maverick, sea green, frothy wave, surges upward, ineffable as it hangs . . . then tumbles to shore. ~~jvg
  22. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Write a love poem talking about something else. Surf’s Up We touch and from the darkest depth at the ocean’s floor a rumbling, churning, a tumbling, yearning, begins climbing to the surface. A frothy surging sea builds to its crescendo changing colors along the way. Ineffable as it hangs . . . . until it can hang no more then curls and rolls, to crash upon the shore. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  23. tonyv

    Clips of the Horizon

    Dave, as your other works have masterfully done, "Clips of the Horizon" presents as an amalgamation. The mysteries of mankind's place in this universe, his notion that "we're all in this together," as the level of collaboration the space missions so often the subject for your works implies is offset by his extreme and ultimate loneness, as inferred from Frost's "Desert Places" and now here from your very own portrayal of New Horizon's (mankind's, to wit) encounter with 2014 MU69 -- this nothing "oblong ruddy guitar case" that is "too cold to change one crater / or pebble of its 20-mile / extent." Somehow, vast distance has great personal meaning to me. It serves as my muse. Sometimes when my poems take me to the ends of the earth, to where today conventional travel is possible even routine, I console myself by telling myself that still there are places in my imagination that tourists can't ever reach. When I read "Clips of the Horizon" I am hopeful that there will always be another Ultima Thule. Thank you for this. Tony
  24. tonyv

    Weeds

    I, too, like the clean look of this poem which Judi has already mentioned. The narrative brings to mind something from my own childhood. For several years we had a vegetable garden. From my perspective it was a lot of work, because it required weeding, an unpleasant task on a hot summer day, especially for a child who would rather be playing than doing a chore. Then came a time when some rabbits made a nest in the garden and ate from its bounty. My parents made the decision to let the rabbits be and let the garden go. Tony
  25. tonyv

    The Night the Bears Roamed

    Judi, this poem presents things to be observed and learned. The first thing I noticed was that it was a vacation cabin. Whatever the problems of daily life may have been, the family was together, on vacation: happy times. I also observed (with the help of your replies) that the parents were both trying to be there for the children including the guest. I'm not even sure if they understood the ramifications of what they were doing, but (in hindsight) it must have come naturally to them (maybe from their own upbringing) because of the far reaching effect the parenting had. From the last stanza, I (re)learned something: that it's normal, from time to time, to be afraid. I know this, but reading it from a trusted source serves to reinforce it. That's something else you've passed on to me, the reader, in the same way your parents passed something on to you on in those moments. I like how you included parts of the psalm in the body of the poem. Thank you for relaying this personal experience. Tony
  26. badger11

    Weeds

    I like the sentiment of this, though I don't understand some of the individual lines.
  27. Tinker

    Poetry Prompts

    Form: Tanka Prompt: in lapis waters 2019 #1 in lapis waters guilded by the morning light, memories submerged fathoms below, swim slowly to the surface, taunting me. ~~jvg.
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