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  1. Soy Burger in Paradise, Judi? You're making me hungry! As you know, I've been tightening up my own poems, too. I want them to look good in their respective topics! Tony I'm no Parrothead, not exactly a fan, but okay, here you go:
  2. A hometown hero, Barry? I had to google her, but it seems there has been an artistic tribute, a mural dedicated to her: Hull mural honours trawler safety fighter Lillian Bilocca Your poem is a lovely literary tribute to her. Tony
  3. An intriguing lyric right out of a dreamy antiquity. I particularly liked "delicate wrist" and fruit/salute. Tony
  4. Thank you. "Be" in L6 isn't an especially strong verb, but it is significant to the poem and the message, and I'm thinking another verb in L4 might just overpower it. I'm still keeping my mind open to the options. With appreciation, Tony
  5. Thanks, Phil. Can you imagine some lurker doing a drive-by on PMO and coming across this discussion: "Upon? Onto? Map? Mark? Spot? Speck? Dot? Mar?!? ... Nah, I think I'll switch it back again! " But as you said, it kind of makes a big difference, especially in a composition this short. It really has to count. On the one hand, another verb can power-pack it, but on the other hand, it might just be too much!!! I may even be inclined to change it back to "washes up onto a shore" lol. One thing is for sure, when it comes to the art form where language is at its highest level, the language matters. Tony
  6. I agree wholeheartedly. I had also considered "dots"/"to dot" but am now leaning toward "to mark" for your reasons stated. I'm even liking "to map" as you had originally suggested. Which do you think is best, "to map," "to mark," or "to dot"? (I'll change it to "mark" for now just to get rid of "speck.") Thanks again, Tony
  7. I like the changes. The added last line gives closure. Tony
  8. I picture a runner. It is morning, a holiday for most. Schools are closed, no people around. It's "before the clocking in." He will go to work. Tony
  9. There's something to be said for the analytical. The speaker has done math from algebra through trigonometry and has even pondered calculus, possibly imaginary numbers. Nevertheless, for him the equation is in balance. It comes down to something he can work with: the tangible. There's a lot to be said for contentment. What kind of person would rather continue to pound his head against a wall? When I figure it out, I'll let you know. Tony
  10. Succinct, yet nevertheless intriguing. I'm just relieved there's another bottle. Imagine what it could be like without it! Tony
  11. And it is a very good idea, Phil. I had not even considered a verb option, and now another one has come to mind: "to mark a shore." Tony
  12. Just a thought... best Phil Thanks again, Phil. Will probably come back to this one in time. Tony
  13. Still messing around with this... Very frustrating.
  14. I got rid of the "of." Thanks again, Dave! Tony
  15. Hi again, Geoff. I read recently in a Guardian article how a musician had interviewed an artist who had stated that all artists only have one idea -- "I interviewed Marina Abramović on the radio show, and she said all artists only have one idea, except maybe Picasso had two, but he was a real exception" -- and I tend to agree ... at least when it comes to myself. I may try other subjects from time to time (though not often), but I always come back to the same theme, the same ideas from the same "place," and it brings to mind a topic I posted a while back: "Where's Your 'Place?'" My poems all seem to come from the same "place," one idea that I can't get out of my head. My sister, a school teacher, recently took part in some continuing education where the participants took a little survey, something to the effect of "Was your upbringing privileged?" There were questions like, "Did you go to summer camp?" and "Did you speak another language?" Based upon several of my sister's answers in the affirmative, the results of the survey concluded that her upbringing was in fact privileged. My siblings and I came from a modest, middle class home. We never wanted for food, shelter, heat, clothing, or necessities, but some of the neighbor children had more "stuff." Looking back now, I see how much of a struggle it must have been for my parents to provide these basics for our family, but we, the children, never felt it, any want, struggle, or poorness. And even with the ordinary hardships, my parents still managed to take us to Estonian summer camp in Canada where we were immersed in culture, bought us musical instruments and music lessons, and provided us with college educations and other meaningful experiences. How they went without! Without the motor homes, motor cycles, snowmobiles, cruises, and vacations that some of the other neighborhood parents obtained for themselves while their own children got but "stuff" almost like some afterthought. It comes down how one defines "privilege." The neighborhood kids may have had more designer clothing and "stuff," but because of my parents and how they were with us, my sisters and I were privileged. At least that's how I see it now. Tony