Chaos

so true!

I have a finicky palate when it comes to poetry, very few poets pull me in, and you have done that. I suspect it is because I respect your work, that third-eye bindi seeings on paper, your art painted words... Also your uniqueness is charismatic, eloquent and talented. The first read was actually Lies to Children1, and I KNOW what you were about in that piece--it was awesome... This poem, another piece which i can totally understand, making me nod as if finishing a ripe plum... ~~Pfluffer~

I like things that go untouched, but I let chaos fit in that same spot even if everyone deals with it here and there in small doses. good point.

I absolutely LOVE this poem my freind It blew me away

Short and complete. Do not change a word

Smiles:) Barbara This is great, flow perfect without a error. I stay clear of edges might topple over LOL another one of your great ones, I haven't read before.

Or it had better be long so those there don't drop off to make for more room. Personnaly I like the idea of variety. My God loves it too. Another word for chaos is hell (Event Horizon) Mark Give me rhythm and rock me baby ! Oh man, do I wanna get off on it !

true. made me think of the ones that grow up expecting love to be shiny and perfect and Fabio saving them from whatever then finding out it isn't most of the time, or at all, then go on afraid to love again. taking up space and wasting the hearts that try to get them to love again.. kudos. :) it's very beautiful.

I really liked this one, should it be "On the edge?" instead of at the edge? just a random thought here! "There's no trick to being a humorist when you have the whole government working for you." Will Rogers

Smiles:) Barbara Seems to be where i live rather than on the edge. I like it, has a different feel i think, but then thats me.

Smiles:) Barbara You theme seems to be taking pleasure in total disorder. On the edge to me, convey riskiness getting that sudden rush of a high then its gone. But then at the edge for your poem to me suggest taking up resident there. Maybe on the edge here might topple over LOL.

Living on the edge a person kind of realizes that this old world doesn't owe them a dang thing except what the earn. Life isn't fair and never will be. Doesn't mean I don't believe in God, I just don't count on Him to solve my problems. If He really is there, which I believe, he is probably laughing his behind off at our foolishness. Respectfully, Rett: "We can all be thankful that Picasso wasn't a plastic surgeon." Rett

This is a gem - I can relate! Short, powerful and packs one heck of a punch! :-) Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

I'm afraid of heights, so I'd rather not be too close to the edge. I'll leave that to the brave, and the lemmings.... I like the conciseness of this work, though. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "Everyone needs believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" - "Constipated people don't give a shit..."

I have been following your work. I find it thoughtful and, typically, gently pushy. My comments relate to this poem, as well as more recent work. The edge is an important place. I am almost always making a similar reference when using the word courage. And I believe in gentle pushes (not all the time). If no push then how much care? But there is the problem of measuring other people's personal choices and time lines on the basis of one's own experiences. The match is rarely perfect. And one must be willing to be pushed in turn. Is that not, in part, where the edge exists. Personally, I find this place, this neopoet, to be the best kind of thing the internet may aspire to. It is wonderful in concept and, to the extent possible, in design. You may have noticed I praise courage almost always. I think it is essential to being self empowered. Indeed, that is one of the most generous parts of neopoet: how it empowers and nurtures aspirations. But few can endure the edge perpetually. There must be rest and restoration. Not a conservative, I see the value in conserving, if only to feel safe in a place we know, taking a full breath before moving again. The edge is like movement. It exercises us, body and brain. It keeps us vigorous and in the knowledge that we are alive. I think this notion is part of neopoet's aspiration. Personally, far from disrespecting people, I respect that each person deserves to be treated as serious, valuable and growing. I am quite comfortable in my own motives in these regards, although I can understand that assertive opinions can seem like domination, and at some point are such. One of the factors that cannot be controlled "on the edge" is trust. To someone used to abuse, encouragement can be in the same ball park. And choice to trust or not is largely governed by discernment of safety. And safety is based in part on anticipated motivation about today's act garnered from previous experiences over time. So, edgy and safe are sometimes difficult notions to get into close proximity. Personally, I think I may have found neopoet to be too exciting, for I have jumped in perhaps too fast to adequately look after others. So, I will try to rest more while maintaining as much edge as my colleagues here may permit. With affectionate regards, Brian

...those not living on the "edge", ALSO..."spaced out"! As for me, I thoroughly enjoy every one of your "little ditties", applaud you for them, and only ask that you keep 'em coming ! Write on, elf ! #{:>{)}@==== docmaverick.

aha yes is true and we have come through the mill and some do not many great poets are gone trust issues abandonment issues addiction issues relationship issues and yet all of them wrote magnificent bodies of work that they asked for and recieved critique from their equally unstable poetic communities i got overwhelmned here and for a time stepped half a step back (I love my edge I truly do it helps clear out most and makes me meet those that are somewhat like me... somewhat..) I like your poems weirdelf and I still like this one this short year later poetry still teachs me

Individuality and freedom, I stick close to this edge now that I realized what your version of the edge is. I agree with orgami a wow one. Really good read and flow. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

...that I OWN a portion of the "edge" that you all speak of. Just remember that, you can't get there from, "here". I believe that the best poets ARE on the collective edge, and am still trying to find a voice that "echos". Write on ! #{:>{)}@==== docmaverick.

If your not going to jump get outta the way and let me... sorry dont ask me where that come from lol well your poem obviously .... Jess sorry I missed this one till now ... bravo love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

so why publish it as (what claims to be) a poem? Look, I'm every bit as marginal as you are---but I don't write poems to applaud myself for being marginal, nor to denigrate the normals. They fit, you don't; big fucking deal. You must see that. So, the right poems have to be around the problems of living in a world where you don't fit well---emphatically, the right poems are NOT around the whining about it, or the casting of aspersions on those who DO fit. Critical shit follows: First two lines are okay: they invite the other marginals to make the most of their marginality. No problem there. Next two lines are patently partisan and divisive. "Fuck those who aren't us; they're only things-in-the-way between us and the Abyss." Yeah, we all know you're a risk-taker. Yeah, we know you base your sense of worth on your willingness to embrace risk. But you never explain why in your poetry. I urge you to do so. ------------ Technically, there is only this: re-typed, it reduces to a prosaic offering that bears an elliptical argument. It is utterly without poetry, hence the two-star rating, which is in my opinion correct for decent prose masquing as poetry.

It's quite interesting, don't you think? Your first poem and your recent Haikookas upon your *return*. Love. ~Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine