be a flame or be a spark

[WickedEve]

be a flame or be a spark
be a candle in the dark
be a sunbeam or a star
be the shining light you are

The above poem would appeal to many literotica readers.
The above poem would appeal to most Americans.
Why?
It's from a Hallmark e-card. It requires no thinking on the part of the reader. And why should the reader think? Life is hectic, most readers are lazy, and other lame reasons. Readers want to be told that they can be lines 1, 2, 3 because they are line 4. End of poem.

Ever since I became serious about poetry nearly four years ago, I started to look at the world differently. Books, TV, movies, ads, what people talk about, etc. We live in a freakin' Hallmark world.

But God bless the Hallmark employee who jots down these jewels and gets paid for it. You don't have to be a good poet to get published.

Oh yeah. That's how this all got started. I recently read a published poet's poem and realized that it screamed "Hallmark!" or some clone. Maybe not that bad, but darn close. But a poet like that gets published and has an audience. I'd rather have one reader and make him use his noggin until it aches. But I bet he'll be thinking about my words long after he's forgotten he's a shining light.

I guess this was a mild rant.

 

[bogusbrig]

Oh yeah. That's how this all got started. I recently read a published poet's poem and realized that it screamed "Hallmark!" or some clone. Maybe not that bad, but darn close. But a poet like that gets published and has an audience. I'd rather have one reader and make him use his noggin until it aches. But I bet he'll be thinking about my words long after he's forgotten he's a shining light.

I guess this was a mild rant.

As your one reader I'm going to squat outside the metro station in town with my cap held out and a sign around my neck saying

ONE IMPOVERISHED POET TO MAINTAIN
PLEASE GIVE GENEROUSLY​

 

[Guest]

Oh yeah. That's how this all got started. I recently read a published poet's poem and realized that it screamed "Hallmark!" or some clone. Maybe not that bad, but darn close. But a poet like that gets published and has an audience. I'd rather have one reader and make him use his noggin until it aches. But I bet he'll be thinking about my words long after he's forgotten he's a shining light.

I guess this was a mild rant.

Where did you read this published poet's poem? Damn, that's a tongue tie. And this is a mild rant? Why don't I feel you're done? Gimmie more.

 

[annaswirls]

I wanna work for Hallmark

start a break up line of cards


be a flame or be a spark
go help Noah build an Arc
be a sunbeam or be a star,
just please be it from afar

Note: lines one and three were taken from a real live Hallmark card, this is please god not plageurism

 

[WickedEve]

As your one reader I'm going to squat outside the metro station in town with my cap held out and a sign around my neck saying

ONE IMPOVERISHED POET TO MAINTAIN
PLEASE GIVE GENEROUSLY​

guys with signs around their necks are so cool.

 

[WickedEve]

Where did you read this published poet's poem? Damn, that's a tongue tie. And this is a mild rant? Why don't I feel you're done? Gimmie more.

I'm done. I burned out like a... flame... or spark.

 

[Guest]

I'm done. I burned out like a... flame... or spark.

PMS starting early? Where's the fucking poem, damn it?

 

[bogusbrig]

PMS starting early? Where's the fucking poem, damn it?

It's coming!

It's 2.25 in the morning here and there is a naked woman standing in the window across from my studio. Damn the light is subdued, I can barely make her out.

Yay! There's a guy there too! This isn't a residential area so they are probably thinking no one is around.

Ha ha ha ha ha I am!!!!!

 

[Guest]

It's coming!

It's 2.25 in the morning here and there is a naked woman standing in the window across from my studio. Damn the light is subdued, I can barely make her out.

Yay! There's a guy there too! This isn't a redidential area so they are probably thinking no one is around.

Ha ha ha ha ha I am!!!!!

You suck. Announce something like this and I'm not there to see it too. I'd either want to get laid or throw rocks at their window.

 

[WickedEve]

PMS starting early? Where's the fucking poem, damn it?

I found it on a lit forum link. I'm sure it's a super poem from his or her super book, and I'm just a lame and worthless whore of a reader. Actually, it's a good chance that I just didn't get that nice rhyming, from-the-heart poem. If it's good enough for a book, then it's good enough for this whore of a reader. Yes, I'm a whore of a reader. God, I love typing that.

 

[Guest]

I found it on a lit forum link. I'm sure it's a super poem from his or her super book, and I'm just a lame and worthless whore of a reader. Actually, it's a good chance that I just didn't get that nice rhyming, from-the-heart poem. If it's good enough for a book, then it's good enough for this whore of a reader. Yes, I'm a whore of a reader. God, I love typing that.

Well, c'mon, whore of a reader. Send me the link in a PM. I want to read it. Is it happy, happy, joy, joy stuff? No, I don't care. Send me the link. Me won't say a word.

 

[Angeline]

I've seen ads for writer positions for Hallmark. They pay very well. I think I could manage to swallow my pride and stoop to cardery if I needed the money enough. I'd worry that everything I'd write would sound like a Hallmark greeting eventually, but it sure would be nice to be able to afford new living room furniture.

 

[WickedEve]

I've seen ads for writer positions for Hallmark. They pay very well. I think I could manage to swallow my pride and stoop to cardery if I needed the money enough. I'd worry that everything I'd write would sound like a Hallmark greeting eventually, but it sure would be nice to be able to afford new living room furniture.

Forget pride. I want money!

 

[WickedEve]

Well, c'mon, whore of a reader. Send me the link in a PM. I want to read it. Is it happy, happy, joy, joy stuff? No, I don't care. Send me the link. Me won't say a word.

sent.

 

[annaswirls]

You suck. Announce something like this and I'm not there to see it too. I'd either want to get laid or throw rocks at their window.

go write your Valentine's Poem.

 

[Guest]

go write your Valentine's Poem.

I hate faking fucking orgasms!!

 

[bogusbrig]

You suck. Announce something like this and I'm not there to see it too. I'd either want to get laid or throw rocks at their window.

They're about 18 yards away from me and about 10 feet above me so I can only see them when they are standing at their studio window. They've now disappeared to the back of the room somewhere so they are sadly out of sight and I'm going to bed and muse over a poem about a delightful shapely woman who brightened up my night.

I must remember to sit in the dark at my computer from now on.

 

[Guest]

They're about 18 yards away from me and about 10 feet above me so I can only see them when they are standing at their studio window. They've now disappeared to the back of the room somewhere so they are sadly out of sight and I'm going to bed and muse over a poem about a delightful shapely woman who brightened up my night.

I must remember to sit in the dark at my computer from now on.

Pity and damn. Enjoy your night, darlin'.

 

[annaswirls]

I hate faking fucking orgasms!!

come on girl, you say 7th heaven in your bio, come on girl, tell us about how you rose through the first six.

gotta be some sort of love
that pulls one up
to the 7th floor

 

[My Erotic Trail]

The above poem would appeal to many literotica readers.
The above poem would appeal to most Americans.
Why?
It's from a Hallmark e-card. It requires no thinking on the part of the reader. And why should the reader think? Life is hectic, most readers are lazy, and other lame reasons. Readers want to be told that they can be lines 1, 2, 3 because they are line 4. End of poem.

Ever since I became serious about poetry nearly four years ago, I started to look at the world differently. Books, TV, movies, ads, what people talk about, etc. We live in a freakin' Hallmark world.

But God bless the Hallmark employee who jots down these jewels and gets paid for it. You don't have to be a good poet to get published.

Oh yeah. That's how this all got started. I recently read a published poet's poem and realized that it screamed "Hallmark!" or some clone. Maybe not that bad, but darn close. But a poet like that gets published and has an audience. I'd rather have one reader and make him use his noggin until it aches. But I bet he'll be thinking about my words long after he's forgotten he's a shining light.

I guess this was a mild rant.

Shining a spot light on Eve~~~~~~~~
are you thinking outside the Hallmark Box?

I recently recieved an inspirational religious book that a friend thought was great poetry. The poems were short and inspirational and I couldn't quite put a tag on the style of the poems in this samll book of inspirational words that all seem as though they came from "Hallmark" cards. As you can tell <grin> I do a lot of Hallmark styles but I have crawled out of the box, perhaps dangling along the edge. 'Screaming before the fall"

 

[Guest]

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[The_Fool]

be a flame or be a spark
be a candle in the dark
be a sunbeam or a star
be the shining light you are

I cursed the candle
A flame extinguished
That left hot wax trails
Down my hand
Sitting in the dark
Mesmerized by a female form
Backlit shaped two floors above
By shining light behind her
On seven.
Seven could be heaven
If she would share that spark
That jumps the gap
When two come too close
But then my shadow lover
Was no longer alone
As he danced her with her in place
Arms rapped round her waist
Then danced out of site
Leaving me lonely
Crouching in the night

 

[champagne1982]

I cursed the candle
A flame extinguished
That left hot wax trails
Down my hand
Sitting in the dark
Mesmerized by a female form
Backlit shaped two floors above
By shining light behind her
On seven.
Seven could be heaven
If she would share that spark
That jumps the gap
When two come too close
But then my shadow lover
Was no longer alone
As he danced her with her in place
Arms rapped round her waist
Then danced out of site
Leaving me lonely
Crouching in the night

Wax Figure

Burning at both ends
will extinguish
the flame twice
as fast

I'd rather be a vivid
puddle of wax
clear, finished
and ready for a new
form

sculpt me into curves
and hollows with secret
textures waiting
to be discovered

than a wickless
pale stub without
fire and light
or potential.

 

[Tathagata]

The above poem would appeal to many literotica readers.
The above poem would appeal to most Americans.
Why?
It's from a Hallmark e-card. It requires no thinking on the part of the reader. And why should the reader think? Life is hectic, most readers are lazy, and other lame reasons. Readers want to be told that they can be lines 1, 2, 3 because they are line 4. End of poem.

Ever since I became serious about poetry nearly four years ago, I started to look at the world differently. Books, TV, movies, ads, what people talk about, etc. We live in a freakin' Hallmark world.

But God bless the Hallmark employee who jots down these jewels and gets paid for it. You don't have to be a good poet to get published.

Oh yeah. That's how this all got started. I recently read a published poet's poem and realized that it screamed "Hallmark!" or some clone. Maybe not that bad, but darn close. But a poet like that gets published and has an audience. I'd rather have one reader and make him use his noggin until it aches. But I bet he'll be thinking about my words long after he's forgotten he's a shining light.

I guess this was a mild rant.

I wish you'd make me use anything until it aches



but i also agree and you are one of those poets
I'm still thinking about " In Fantasy" and sent the link to a few people.
It's a great poem
and you couldn't put it in a card
well you could, but not a hallmark card

 

[Senna Jawa]

Where did you read this published poet's poem?

Everywhere.