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Jul 11, 2009
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Train Wreck
Train Wreck
All that was missing was the gore:
Twisted metal and broken bones;
Disheveled fragments strewn before
The crowd gathered amongst the stones.
I stumbled on this gruesome scene,
I offered aid and sound advice,
"How dare you dare to intervene!"
I'd just begun to see the price.
"It's from my heart!" I hear the cry.
"It's how I feel!" the wailing states.
"You must be hateful . . ." they imply
And even less savory traits.
The meter fails, the rhyme is weak,
The message neither fresh nor true.
The pleas for love are far too bleak;
The structure weaves a path to rue.
Poetry, to these sad children,
Is raw tantrum and pointless bile.
They vomit on the page and then
Bronze it in worship as worthwhile.
Critique is viewed as an assault
So I am vicious in their eyes
And since they claim freedom from fault
It's not their work that I despise.
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Recent discussions inspired me to knock this together. I've given it a day or so to cook and made some modifications but I suspect there are quite a few stumbles I am missing at this point.
Harsh critique is greatly appreciated.
If, by some slim chance, someone to whom this poem is applicable reads it and is offended; good. But the chances of that happening are slim as the cliques of members referenced avoid any actual opportunity for improvement or growth and they've decided I am too mean.
It's simplified my life.
Update 7/12/2009
Dropped 4 stanzas out of the piece and modified lines in most remaining stanzas. This was done due to the excellent critique I received. Honest and forthright critique is important to any serious writer.
All that was missing was the gore:
Twisted metal and broken bones;
Disheveled fragments strewn before
The crowd gathered amongst the stones.
I stumbled on this gruesome scene,
I offered aid and sound advice,
"How dare you dare to intervene!"
I'd just begun to see the price.
"It's from my heart!" I hear the cry.
"It's how I feel!" the wailing states.
"You must be hateful . . ." they imply
And even less savory traits.
The meter fails, the rhyme is weak,
The message neither fresh nor true.
The pleas for love are far too bleak;
The structure weaves a path to rue.
Poetry, to these sad children,
Is raw tantrum and pointless bile.
They vomit on the page and then
Bronze it in worship as worthwhile.
Critique is viewed as an assault
So I am vicious in their eyes
And since they claim freedom from fault
It's not their work that I despise.
===============================================================
Recent discussions inspired me to knock this together. I've given it a day or so to cook and made some modifications but I suspect there are quite a few stumbles I am missing at this point.
Harsh critique is greatly appreciated.
If, by some slim chance, someone to whom this poem is applicable reads it and is offended; good. But the chances of that happening are slim as the cliques of members referenced avoid any actual opportunity for improvement or growth and they've decided I am too mean.
It's simplified my life.
Update 7/12/2009
Dropped 4 stanzas out of the piece and modified lines in most remaining stanzas. This was done due to the excellent critique I received. Honest and forthright critique is important to any serious writer.
— Pugilist, Jul 11, 2009
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Critiques
Geezer
16 years 11 months ago
One -Two Punch...
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
I appreciate the review
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
I'll take a look at stanza one
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Stanza one
theladyblue
16 years 11 months ago
Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
I appreciate the comments
theladyblue
16 years 11 months ago
the skinny
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Thanks
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Thank you all
Candlewitch
16 years 11 months ago
Hmmm
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
If it falls flat for you
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Last Stanza
Candlewitch
16 years 11 months ago
=0
Candlewitch
16 years 11 months ago
For Some Strange Reason
theladyblue
16 years 11 months ago
Bravo
theladyblue
16 years 11 months ago
yayayayayayaya
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Oops
Skumpfsklub
16 years 11 months ago
Content neatly framed; the shape is well-executed, and does
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Fixed the spellcheck "fix"
Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
train wreck
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Always be bold
infinite_dwarf
16 years 11 months ago
Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Updated Stanza 5
Julius
16 years 11 months ago
Nice
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Good Advice
infinite_dwarf
16 years 11 months ago
Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Good enough
yenti
16 years 9 months ago
Yourself