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DamnMy poem " Tariff Saga" posted on Poem- A- Week on last Thursday was rejected by the Moderators in Lit poetry section / Non-erotic category for being " political" [ their words]. But I am gladAngie " like "-ed it
on this thread !!!
Thanks Ash.My poem " Tariff Saga" posted on Poem- A- Week on last Thursday was rejected by the Moderators in Lit poetry section / Non-erotic category for being " political" [ their words]. But I am gladAngie " like "-ed it
on this thread !!!
LuvThanks Ash.
I'm glad we can express our ideas in poems here on the forums. However Lit's Content Guidelines for publication address the issue stating they do not publish works that address various subjects, including politics. The full list is in the guidelines linked above, but here's the verbatim guideline that prohibits political subject matter.
Works that promote or focus heavily on politics or religion, or political or religious figures. Lit readers are bombarded with political disputes on other platforms and they prefer to avoid these types of divisive issues in their erotica.
And just a reminder that the forums and publication sides of Lit are separate entities. In other words I'm just the lowly messenger on this issue.![]()
I hv posted in audio storiesJust curious, do you also post in the Story section?
There are two main images/metaphors in this poem; both grabbed my attention.Hot Joe
Suddenly,
the coffee
in my cup
tastes of
crows
Your eyes
are ants,
they race
over my tits
the crows
in my coffee
fly.
36/52
Tzara's second observation made me revisit the poem: it is an observant pertinent comment!!!There are two main images/metaphors in this poem; both grabbed my attention.
The first was that "tastes of crows" in the first strophe. I'm not sure why I like it so much, as I couldn't say quite what it means to me. I guess it seems a little mysterious, or ominous, maybe—that the narrator suddenly feels odd. Then that second strophe, where it repeats, which seems to clarify the first strophe was, in fact, a warning or premonition.
But the real killer metaphor is "Your eyes / are ants, / they race / over my tits". That perfectly evokes for me (straight male) what a woman must feel when some guy (friend? lover? just some random male walking past?) runs his gaze over her. Creepy crawly ickiness.
It made me squirm a bit, which is a good thing.