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[liChat]

"Acrostic Thread" is another nice idea. It's still funny that at least two poems there feature the leading letters misspellings.

 

[liChat]

Irony irony irony. The feedback around here, in both directions, from me to you, and from you to me, is mostly negative (@SmilingLez is an exception -- thank you!). Thus, about once per week or ten days I post my poems elsewhere on the Internet, and I get "praised" but these praises are fake. I cannot win -- poetry is not my cup of whisky.

 

[calmlikeabomb]

Which kind of whiskey?

What scares you about poetry?

 

[liChat]

Which kind of whiskey?

What scares you about poetry?

Every kind of whisky is good.

I am just uncomfortable that a lot of what is called poetry on the Internet is nothing like poetry at all, a lot of it is disgusting but nevertheless praised (on PF&D too).


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an attractive woman walks down the street
in a man's shirt
the man at her side
is shirtless
half of the bystanders understand

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[SpermFactory]

Every kind of whisky is good.

I am just uncomfortable that a lot of what is called poetry on the Internet is nothing like poetry at all, a lot of it is disgusting but nevertheless praised (on PF&D too).


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an attractive woman walks down the street
in a man's shirt
the man at her side
is shirtless
half of the bystanders understand

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The Nirvana Fallacy is the informal fallacy of comparing actual things with unrealistic, idealized imaginings. Which is self evidently poetic justice. Often utilized in commentaries to obfuscate personal deficiencies i.e. to avoid writing your own poems, criticize others poems. It can also refer to a tendency to hint there is a perfect solution to a particular problem. Which poetry has never narrowed down to. And said solution is awarded only to a select few. Judgement is always pending. A closely related concept is the "perfect solution fallacy". All of which we see in good poetry. Or its lesser commentaries.

Ci vediamo

 

[SpermFactory]

Or, as another famous poet puts it.

Dear poorer poet

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” [Permanently].
― Pablo Neruda,

Adiós

 

[liChat]

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Let roses be roses.

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Shit by any other name would smell as shit.

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[SapioSexual9]

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an attractive woman walks down the street
in a man's shirt
the man at her side
is shirtless
half of the bystanders understand

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‘Let roses be roses. Shit by any other name would smell as shit.‘

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Poetic Neural diversity.

Walking down a street, a woman wearing pants with a man in a dress,

Show not tell, Poetry 101

 

[SpermFactory]

Ok so… shit is shit, good shit grows the roses. Yes, so I see, in the vein of practice makes perfect i.e. the more you manure the better you get at it…

From shit not tell [poetry]

 

[42BelowsBack]

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

I dream I could write like this.

 

[SpermFactory]

Let roses be roses.

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Shit by any other name would smell as shit.

Eureka! Got it! Thanks for the inspiration for a poem!

If you piss on a lemon tree the more bitter it gets!

 

[42BelowsBack]

Which kind of whiskey?

What scares you about poetry?

Everything and everything. I wouldn’t say either scares but, poetry is everything (I feel) and a bottle of whiskey once drunk is empty.

 

[liChat]

Some guys half-know under 1% but act as they knew 180%.

(No possibility of any communication).

 

[SpermFactory]

One muses,

adieu dear sweetest of Greek poetical ironies.
Farewell dear purveyor of a pale moon, and I
question, who am I to deserve such succulent
retreats to fill my fertile ears? The less than 0.5%