god'swife
on Wind by Dovina
13 Jul 2004, 1:49 PM
Do you need the 'as' in the last line? When I read this my mind automatically left it out. The second sentence might work better as the first.
The lonesome wind driven
against its will;
...
Poetry takes vino, vinegar and caster oil.
Contemporary takes artifical sweetner. -10-
Religion takes bread and wine.
Dear Dark Angel:
All my life, I have felt like "a piece of shit." So your referring to be as something akin to that (having been "hopelessly embrowned") does not at all surprise me. So, as you will see, I am not bothered. It is okay.
The best to you.
Doug
Dear Zodiac:
The fact is that I have been teaching psychology at the college level for the past 38 years (I am now 63 years old), and where I work, it is true, that there is no academic rank (such as Assisstant Professor, Associate Professor, or Full Professor) associated with our tenure at the college where I teach. Every teacher, regardless of their age, number of years taught, or how many degrees one has achieved has the same rank: that of Instructor.
However, given the fact that I have 38 years of successful teaching experience at the collegiate level, have two master's degrees and a Ph.D. in my field of psychology, have been chosen twice to be in Marquis Who's Who Among America's Teachers, I feel that I have "the generic right" to refer to myself as a "Professor"...... especially since where I work being a professor is an impossiblity.
The best to you.
Love,
Doug
Now it's definitely a -10-.
No i tink ing diz iz z bill and z ben
from uk tv yar
Dear Zodiac:
Thank you.
Dear Dave:
Thank you.
Driven against my will,
In a lonesome Chevy,
Searching, despairing,
Tire tracks on the desert
Tire tracks on the seashore,
Surf beating uninhabited shore,
Many voices under the hood,
Heavy clouds,
Cold as death,
Promising as life.
I aim to please
Is it 'voices' promising us life as the wind drives the heavy, cold, dead clouds? What are the voices saying? I may be missing a key point, I admit. I am not good with nature. If this were about a 1957 Chevy BelAir, I'd have a better grasp of the subject matter. But I like the sound of the words blowing around in this poem.
Yes, the rhyme is diffiult and for most, it is best avoided. Frost, Blake and other earlier poets used rhyme almost exclusively but they were in a different league than me. Still, it has a certain appeal if the words are not forced and the meter is evident. Most of the poems I read online use rhyme and are generally quite awful. In fact, I almost always encourage dropping the rhyme in favor of free verse so your suggestions only reinforce what I already know. Yet, I continue to write an occasional rhyming poem even though I know it will probably be rightly criticized. Thanks for the comments.
True, but how do you show him who you are if he doesn't notice something first?
I love the poem but isn't it sad what people put them selves through just to get noticed by others? Why can't we just be our selves and still get noticed? The one that notices you then will truely appreciate who you are compared to the one who notices you for the mask that you put on.
Is flob a typo? shouldn't it be "Blob alob, alob?" Nice ending.
Blobby blobby blob!!
Am I mistaken? Surely not lass?
lad?
Thank you for clearing up the ambiguity people have noticed in this poem and for adding a delightful ending. It explains to anyone who might have been confused by my complex wording why âA Girlsâ Climaxâ is achieved in being noticed by a fat, gay man, and why such a man noticed her.
I think it basically sums up your mind that you think the above was the wittiest and wisest possible reply. You have failed, Sir.