Couldn't agree more....
enough said

Well written
Love judy
xxx

the originators of new genres are usually much more palatable than those that jump on the band wagon...real v.s. pretenders

but, yes. Some nouveau schtick is schlock from the start.

you however, are one of the clearest writers of the day, and that is delicious to my poetic palate.

I like the literal....keeping the order...give me a Lion and a Jackal...the platypus and unicorn too scorn..Been watching CBC in my country...late nite television..its nothing but surreal strange...like Jabberwonky I call it...one after another last nite...and the genre is like modern art...about as practical as a hover car if true from the fifties! I remember the Simpsons cartoon when Homer gets the ad company to make a commercial for his snow plow business...a spoof on the cologne perfume cosmetic monopoly...it..the show within the show was ironic and had as much meaning!....I write way out there...like the hippies used too say when I was a kid growing up....Far Out man! most of them went corporate! I should be more literal and use proper punctuation! it is sinful to not use it...like a freeway without signs or white lines....it just becomes a race track! a bloody derby! the mockery! thank U for the insight!

apostrophes and clauses
clap up the court
without the miscellaneous
brand of dashes dots
hyphens commas too
indent

sometimes proper is
well..proper
but Im not proper
a scoundrel
at the best!!

an artful dodgy dodger
the ad was Mr Plow!
pretty sure it was making
fun of New York
but I confess I do love
Donetella Vesace..."my house..
my rules"

I do feel guilty for throwing
away my extra keys on
the laptop...and I do know
how to use punctuation!

exodus is a freeway without
signs
the liberty of poets
in rebellious rush
at least for the moment
.
thank U

wit and sarcasm are so close
after awhile the tension is
madness..
and oft people get hurt!
anxious times!!
but the poor sods who
take it so serious
funny because im
equally as such
the quick so close
Ouch!!
but I cannot help it.
and God knows
I have tried!
:)

You describe so aptly the sort of pretentious rubbish and me-ism that typified the first poetry site I discovered. Rhymers were merely tolerated and not by everyone.

Join now and have ur poems published..Be famous!
I did for a time belong to chatter sites
Scatter sites I called them run by egotists and
thinly veiled efface of intelligence
I got booted...
talk about feeling alienated after that run..
no wonder all the greats suffered I thought
having to type all their works perfect
and cranking out work...stacks of rejections
and finally a cheque by busting your ass
to the top...Or those gifted who just kindly
put all their works in trunks..
"Oh no one will understand this magic work
I shall just exist and then pass on!..."
Or high school....my last great social existance
before the net....
poetry...just some fancy where everyone else
was gaining trades....working three jobs
if poetry was easy......I would have given up
on this..

I was dirt poor..like I am again
and was not giving up...where was this group
of people...internet was made by nerds
and I hung around them in high school
and the few months of art school
Even the successful and beautiful there
..were deeply wounded but in a beautiful
way and they were not quitters
A gorgeous red head...tall pale freckled
with ringlets and fashionable clothes
was hanging out with a married young
man who ran a huge social art musuem
in the city where we went too school
the pang on her face when I told her
I had to work on my homework and not
let her take me...a poor wretch for
lunch....Or the son of the man who
managed the federal prison system
who wanted me to come and hang
out with real jazz musicians..again
I had homework.....No one talked
about art....just whom they were
living with....I was amazed...and
running out of dads cash....the
dream was soon over.....
Or I had a chance at designing
coins for a silver and gold company
and turned that down..no self
esteem....
but I kept going...found the net...
hung in there and found diaryland
and Neopoet.....
I couldnt believe it!!!
the coolest site ever!
not being a true poet my boss
who is a sucessful independent
maker of orthotic and employees
the most brightest talents said
he loved having an artist and
poet at his work....(no mention
of my skills which were reduced
to that of cleaning...which is ok
for me...) one of the greatest
compliments....
Or my ex's who still love me
and say Im weird and have
this addictive qaulity outside
the darkside which fights
with trying to be good!
and incredible journey..

the flat effect of one hand
clapping...those sites
but this site...this has the
best ideals and format for
true poetic jaunt and vents

even in my city most people
view poetry like some exotic
form..like its alien and talk
quietly about it....
like artists are dangerous
which in some social countries
they are!

I know I am crazy
and to be able to write
has saved me
This site IS my world
other then my other
world here in the
city

so nice to be here
and read poetry
and comments
such as this!

I never imagined after reading the title that I was about to read an innovative write on the theme of how words and word usage impact the poem, the imagery and thought provocation. You have explored this in pretty creative verses....there are many of them, hard to pick one...one of the many which caught the eye was "Wrapped in their emperor’s clothes"...thanks for posting this one...you made me read it more than once...

Regards,

Yes, I do agree that often the poems almost write themselves, from thoughts, feelings, emotions, events witnessed; sort of staying in an embryonic stage for a while in the sub conscious before taking birth. At other times it is a spontaneous phenomenon when they flow like rapids unabashed. It is also about having a good vocabulary and easier for those whose mother tongue is the language in which they write. But at times there are weird situations like "writer's block" where words sort of suffocate before finding a vent...i for one struggle with strict forms of poetry...like iambic meters, soft syllables, hard syllables and so many of them...honestly I almost had a nervous break down when I kept trying some of them...lol...

I don't recall the name of a very accomplished poet here, i think from Norway who had written a very interesting blog..if I happen to find it I will certainly share it with you...

Regards,

just got in from the road
a bud and I
simiar mothers..
and both from same
territory
dated his sister

we toured about
a large sheperd
large and mean
as a jackal except
to us

after fifteen years
sitting in this dusty
north town
to the rush of that
and shit happened
on the tour

then coming down
from this
it was something
just yet another
moment
and we both made
er through loopholes
just...
luck..
maybe something
more then the usual
if U believe in such
things....

we are alive
therefore we Live

happy to have met U
Jane and enjoy
these comments
the mutal storylines
I relate too
and although the
many journeys
you made more
travels then most
would risk
sucess or not
who else did
it.

I did
U did
and here

we all do

thank U!

enjoy your trip!

Mr Esker!

I have a small ...
dull and silly mind

cannot concentrate
beyond 14 lines
as I am partially blind!

that's why I love sonnets
lovedly
new for thee

no last three lines
are not a haiku

I hate counting syllables
silly one's
once did it

Your effect on a number of poets has been excellent, your writing is new as it is true feelings and raw writes.
Esker though his works are sometimes hard to understand at first he seems to love your words and others that are here putting their comments.
This is how Neopoet should be and you have brought out a new life to this scene.
Thank you for your writes they are grand..
Take care, Yours as always Ian.x

I have no trick or even method, I simply go with the flow. If it feels smooth then that's good enough for me. I could not even begin to analyze a poem in the formal descriptive terminology. I know what an iamb is and can recognise pentameter but very little else. I always intended to study form but have not yet got round to it. On the other hand, I don't fully understand the digestive system but I still eat.