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the dreaded poem

 Poems presume reality like death
 In a quick implanting decent of lines and letters
The inertial disquieting  disturbance

I see you Deforested in the malaise of insistent dislocation
As a peculiar flavor of the tongues sharpened  taste


Licking the narcotic needle of the odious narrative expression
Filling the entangled hole of love inflamed
 With  invertebrates of meat loaf  practicality

I dance the Indelicacies of unborn afterbirths
 Visions of the sunless shadows -- dispersions
Of  desperate extruded consumers in phallic formations

In the chilled after thought of hyperbole
I smell Denials of reverenced  love

Forever lost eyes appear  in estranged
Dissolved intentions of distance
Into garbage cans and franchises

Of crumbling humanities

That cover their infinities with gods

 Puking into a frothy laughter
Discontent

— Orphani, Jan 27, 2010

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xena465

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

Just great, great

I had to read this several times, not because of it's meaning, those big words you know makes me use a dictionary like never before. I'm reading that this is about writing poetry. The themes we write, or feelings as we write and the taste and distaste of how it makes us feel, excited, elated but downcast too. But it excites us to write no matter the theme. I really enjoyed this. Hope I'm in tune with you in this one. I've posted a new poem "Phantom on the Bridge" I'd apreciate your imput on this one. Rosina xena465
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you Rosina for giving

Thank you Rosina for giving me your impressions on this poem.You are very close to the underlying premis upon which the poem rests.The poem is dreaded because it tells us about realities we don't always want to face in the world The poem can make us aware of our fears and alow us to squarely face them barry ,,,o,,
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Barry

There was something about this one ... I loved the theme but the flow just wouldnt come together for me ... I am going to dinner soon so I will come back and have another read when I finished my dinner etc ... gotta feed the little animals as well as the big ones lol ill star you up when I regather my scattered wits a feed might be what I need its been to hot to eat all day love and big hugs Jayne x x x
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

This poem was meant to be a

This poem was meant to be a progression of ideas down the page. It is esentially a list of ideas that a poem may express. It came to me in this form. I have thought about your idea of flow and I want to incorporate some ideas along those lines to see where that leads my poetry in a more narative form as they tend to be more popular. It just didn't fit the angry tone of this particular poem.Thanks Jayne and love. B
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Barry, darling, you have

Barry, darling, you have taken yourself out with this poem. Do not change a sentence, do not rearrange any words... This is raw and needs to stay raw. Love you my poet. ~A "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

I agree although I may want

I agree although I may want to add an elemant of cohesiveness to the form to make it a little more reader friendly. Nuzzels with an acrueing delicacy unleashed. s we et
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

OK slowed down to a hundred

OK slowed down to a hundred and it does read better i was hyped up from my day and couldnt settle thats a much better read it was me not your poem dear man love and hugs Jayne x x x
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Yes I do the same myself.

Yes I do the same myself. Our moods play largely into our interpretations. Althoug first impressions generally carry a lot of weight. Thanks so much Jayne for the return visit. A little busy and I'm falling behind in my comments to my fellow poets and I apoligise.Love as always B
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Nicole Michaels

16 years 4 months ago

1,2,3

1) What happens to your poem if you start it with the last line? 2) The abundance of description, not the vocabulary itself, makes it a difficult read for me. If you mean for it to be difficult, because for you that suits the subject, good. If you don't mean for it to be difficult, you may want to be more frugal with your modifying words. Example: "Licking the narcotic needle of the odious narrative expression vs Licking the narcotic needle of narrative." 3) I like phrases like "malaise of insistent dislocation." It rolls off the tongue and the brain.
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

The poem was meant to

The poem was meant to chalenge the reader to come up with their own assertions on what makes this a dreaded poem. In it I instill aspects of the human condition and make no moral judgements on the subject except to state their existance and in the last line magnify the discomfort of the reader by expressing the nausea of a rabid growing into a joke on humanity. I am expand that point with "The perfect joke" To add an irony. I think that if the discriptive elements did not build the central idea your point would be valid. In the line "licking the narcotic needle of the odius narratiive expression" The point is that *the poem* takes pleasure in making us uncomfortable in our failing condition. I wanted to put the theme of the poem on top to act as a sign post in this list of human failings described. I really appreciate your taking the time to dig into the mechanics of this poem as it gives the poet a sense of how the poem is recieved by the reader and helps the poet to better shape their point to give more clarity without losing the depth of expression that can go deeper then the individual words. Barry ,,,o,,
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Dreaded Poem

Barry I did not find this an easy read as it felt disconnected. To me it was a list of questions and answeres thrown out to us to decide for ourselves Or have I missed the point totally Me just trying to understand others way of writing Electric Blue
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

I am glad that you are

I am glad that you are telling me how you thought of the poem reads. The intent of the poem is to disconnect the reader by a series of thoughts on the human condition. their value is in the questions they raise not in the answers that the poem offers. A poem should not impose an understanding on us but allow us to explore understanding within ourselves. It's not what the poem means, but how the poem means that's important Blue. Barry ,,,o,,