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Holy cow, this was hard work.
In the Award-thread I promised to dig deep into my memory banks and pull out my absolute favourite poems of the last year.
Sad to say, I haven't been keeping a record, so some of the really good poems of last year have fallen out of the notebook that is my head. The ones I could remind myself of were all written by more-or-less regulars of this board. In addition to those, I know, I just KNOW the shape and general structure of five or six more (meaning that I have even more completely lost), and I know that the authors are not names that I recognise from here. Until a sudden flash of recollection, I'm aftaid they are lost to me.
But hey, those I remebered are not too shabby either.
First of all, I was going to nominate Angeline's high climber the best poem of 2003, but then I saw that it was indeed from 2004. So instead I just take this opportunity to mention it anyway. It kicks all the ass in the world.
On to poems of '03. In no particular order...
You Don't Know Jack by jthserra
Smells of Kerouac (duh), asphalt, smoke and city. Reads like a slap bass solo.
Disco Inferno by perks
The pinnacle of the poems that came out of that challenge batch. Perks at her best and a testament of time that is both personal and universal.
Bibliobliss and Lucerne Inn December by Angeline
While I did love her nominated poem Giving Thanks, I found Bibliobliss to be a more direct document on the same theme. Sweet luvin' is often best said in the simplest of ways. And few poems have managed to transport me in time and place as Lucerne Inn December.
Singing The Blues In A Glass House by destinie21
A talented poet with a style of her own. This is one of her less wordy poems, a simple but remarkable document of sparks of warmth in a broken windows world.
So by Linbido
I don't know. It's a good poem, sharp, dark, insightful. But I think it's the title, I just love the title. I can almost picture her standing there, arms crossed, staring at me... Also, I'll come and kick your bottom if you don't read Three Different Ways.
One-Four-Five by denis hale
One of the first poems I read by denis, and still the best one to this day. And you all know that that says a damn lot. The poetic equivalence of a machine gun. (Sadly, I can't seem to find my other favorite denis hale poem Somewhere A Fat Lady anymore.)
Dear Christine by Icingsugar
I have always had a strong sense that children knows all those profane truths about life and what's important, and that we all forget it when we grow up. Dear Christine strongly reinforce that belief. Also, I have a thing for the sea and it's white winged guardians.
Some things never change, but... by echoes_s
Echoes' language sucks me in almost every time. This poem is slightly less melodic than some of her other efforts from this winter, but the imagery and the event, descrived with a brilliant balance between poignance and contemplation, made me forget that I was reading a text.
Between the Covers by Tristesse
Just so cozy that i want to bury myself in bed with a book, and never come out.
Flippy by BooMerengue
The best opening lines ever. Few poets write with as much heart as Boo, and it rubs off on this reader at least.
To Water a Garden, Lewdly by Maria2394
Starts off with frisky humour and morphs into bark-and-root magic. Memorable in many different ways.
...and finally, I just have to mention Another Pickup Line by Icingsugar, the smooth talking son of a gun. There may be better poems, but damn it made my day.
Sooo, come on people, fill me in, what other gems should we not forget?
#L
In the Award-thread I promised to dig deep into my memory banks and pull out my absolute favourite poems of the last year.
Sad to say, I haven't been keeping a record, so some of the really good poems of last year have fallen out of the notebook that is my head. The ones I could remind myself of were all written by more-or-less regulars of this board. In addition to those, I know, I just KNOW the shape and general structure of five or six more (meaning that I have even more completely lost), and I know that the authors are not names that I recognise from here. Until a sudden flash of recollection, I'm aftaid they are lost to me.
But hey, those I remebered are not too shabby either.
First of all, I was going to nominate Angeline's high climber the best poem of 2003, but then I saw that it was indeed from 2004. So instead I just take this opportunity to mention it anyway. It kicks all the ass in the world.
On to poems of '03. In no particular order...
You Don't Know Jack by jthserra
Smells of Kerouac (duh), asphalt, smoke and city. Reads like a slap bass solo.
Disco Inferno by perks
The pinnacle of the poems that came out of that challenge batch. Perks at her best and a testament of time that is both personal and universal.
Bibliobliss and Lucerne Inn December by Angeline
While I did love her nominated poem Giving Thanks, I found Bibliobliss to be a more direct document on the same theme. Sweet luvin' is often best said in the simplest of ways. And few poems have managed to transport me in time and place as Lucerne Inn December.
Singing The Blues In A Glass House by destinie21
A talented poet with a style of her own. This is one of her less wordy poems, a simple but remarkable document of sparks of warmth in a broken windows world.
So by Linbido
I don't know. It's a good poem, sharp, dark, insightful. But I think it's the title, I just love the title. I can almost picture her standing there, arms crossed, staring at me... Also, I'll come and kick your bottom if you don't read Three Different Ways.
One-Four-Five by denis hale
One of the first poems I read by denis, and still the best one to this day. And you all know that that says a damn lot. The poetic equivalence of a machine gun. (Sadly, I can't seem to find my other favorite denis hale poem Somewhere A Fat Lady anymore.)
Dear Christine by Icingsugar
I have always had a strong sense that children knows all those profane truths about life and what's important, and that we all forget it when we grow up. Dear Christine strongly reinforce that belief. Also, I have a thing for the sea and it's white winged guardians.
Some things never change, but... by echoes_s
Echoes' language sucks me in almost every time. This poem is slightly less melodic than some of her other efforts from this winter, but the imagery and the event, descrived with a brilliant balance between poignance and contemplation, made me forget that I was reading a text.
Between the Covers by Tristesse
Just so cozy that i want to bury myself in bed with a book, and never come out.
Flippy by BooMerengue
The best opening lines ever. Few poets write with as much heart as Boo, and it rubs off on this reader at least.
To Water a Garden, Lewdly by Maria2394
Starts off with frisky humour and morphs into bark-and-root magic. Memorable in many different ways.
...and finally, I just have to mention Another Pickup Line by Icingsugar, the smooth talking son of a gun. There may be better poems, but damn it made my day.
Sooo, come on people, fill me in, what other gems should we not forget?
#L
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and I am not sure which year it was actually posted, but I read it last year, so it counts 
