Poetry Version of "Things Done To Death"

[WickedEve]

I saw a thread on Story Feedback about things done to death in stories. Well, some things have been done to death in Poetry. Cliché words and phrases, themes, maybe certain rhymes. Of course, I will be told that every cliché word and phrase can turn out beautifully in the right poem and in the hands of the right poet. I agree. So, I'm talking in general here. Tell me what in poetry is going to make you scream if you read it one more time! I have a long list. I am tired of reading less than mediocre poetry that is clearly written to/for luvnuts or slicklips (I made those up. If that's your username, sorry.) Just give the poem to your squeezie squirrel and spare us. Like I said, I have a long list, but I'll stop here and let you tell me what's done to death.

 

[ruminator]

All I can say is I think the name slicklips shows a tremendous amount of potential.

 

[WickedEve]

All I can say is I think the name slicklips shows a tremendous amount of potential.

Personally, I'm partial to squeezie squirrel. May I call you that?

 

[ruminator]

Personally, I'm partial to squeezie squirrel. May I call you that?

Anytime you like. It was a tough decision between the two for me to choose just the one to comment on. It has a nice ring to it.

I can't help but think of the prehistoric hyperactive rodent in Ice Age as being representative of me.

 

[eagleyez]

Hi kids

I have mentioned squirels.

Does this put me on the dunce seat?

(hi Eve, I hardly ever talk to you but read your poems and comments with great interest and often, a sort of amazement.)

 

[WickedEve]

I can't help but think of the prehistoric hyperactive rodent in Ice Age as being representative of me.

Oh god...

Anyway, done to death? What?

 

[WickedEve]

Hi kids

I have mentioned squirels.

Does this put me on the dunce seat?

(hi Eve, I hardly ever talk to you but read your poems and comments with great interest and often, a sort of amazement.)

Ange said I wasn't allowed to talk to you because I'm too wicked. Well, she didn't say that, but I like to think maybe she did.
I wrote a squirrel poem. Haven't we all?

 

[Guest]

done to death. hmm how about lines that you as a poet have used over and over again.

any one see these lines in any of my poems again, just kick me in the ass, eh?

tuck in
erotic buzz
half-closed eyes

or, or or... i have others. i just can't think of them off hand

 

[WickedEve]

done to death. hmm how about lines that you as a poet have used over and over again.

any one see these lines in any of my poems again, just kick me in the ass, eh?

tuck in
erotic buzz
half-closed eyes

or, or or... i have others. i just can't think of them off hand

I have those. I have words and phrases that I seem to have a hankering for. I try to slap myself when I use them.

 

[ruminator]

Oh god...

Anyway, done to death? What?

Is a squirrel person something to shun?

Anyway, done to death? What?[

Everything.

Anything that I'm not in the mood to read or that doesn't apply directly to me. This doesn't happen all the time but it's the only time that I'm struck with that thought.

 

[WickedEve]

Is a squirrel person something to shun?

Anyway, done to death? What?[

Everything.

Anything that I'm not in the mood to read or that doesn't apply directly to me. This doesn't happen all the time but it's the only time that I'm struck with that thought.

I do agree about the mood and if it applies to me.

Shunning a squirrel person. Hmm. Depends on my mood and if the squirrel is related to me.

 

[WickedEve]

Another death: Too many erotic list poems.

For example:
fabric falls
skin heats
touch for touch
legs twine
tongues dart

and it goes on and on like a list. Some are good, but there are too many sometimes.

 

[ruminator]

Another death: Too many erotic list poems.

For example:
fabric falls
skin heats
touch for touch
legs twine
tongues dart

and it goes on and on like a list. Some are good, but there are too many sometimes.

I can see the positive element in this. I agree that those terms or phrases are too easily used and maybe seeing them will inspire people like me to be more creative.

I swear I've seen fabric actually jump off of a body before and not just fall.

 

[WickedEve]

I can see the positive element in this. I agree that those terms or phrases are too easily used and maybe seeing them will inspire people like me to be more creative.

I swear I've seen fabric actually jump off of a body before and not just fall.

"leaping fabric" is a cool phrase. lol
Okay, I'm tempted to use that!

 

[Trent_Dutch]

I use Cherry-Blossom for far too many analogies/metaphors/similes... If it where New Year I'd make a resolution...

 

[ruminator]

"leaping fabric" is a cool phrase. lol
Okay, I'm tempted to use that!

Can we lower ourselves to discuss the lunges of lycra?


....I'd best be scurryin' away now, yes?

 

[WickedEve]

I use Cherry-Blossom for far too many analogies/metaphors/similes... If it where New Year I'd make a resolution...

I remember a poet using that phrase often. Was it you? Well, it is a lovely phrase and you do write lovely poetry if I remember correctly.

 

[WickedEve]

Can we lower ourselves to discuss the lunges of lycra?


....I'd best be scurryin' away now, yes?

You did compare yourself to the hyper rodent, so scurry if you must.

leaping fabric leaves them bare. a skeleton,
those animated bones, would seem slight
in view of full bodies, wrapped in breath.
and clothes, alert and all
jitters, might as well rattle, too.

bones has been done to death in my poetry.

 

[ruminator]

fabric falls
skin heats
touch for touch
legs twine
tongues dart

Peeling like shrinkwrap
the covering's removed
impatiently. Sticking, clinging
touch only transfers
but won't shake loose.

Clamped in between those
tightened thighs
bounty locked inside.
One last tongue thrust
from the corner
to free the new CD

 

[Angeline]

Ange said I wasn't allowed to talk to you because I'm too wicked. Well, she didn't say that, but I like to think maybe she did.
I wrote a squirrel poem. Haven't we all?

You can talk to him all you want. He skeers easy though, I'm warning you.

Remember Doug's poem Squirrels Playing Saxophones? He emailed it to me after he wrote it. I said "What is this about?" He said "It's a love poem."

hahahahahahaha.

 

[WickedEve]

fabric falls
skin heats
touch for touch
legs twine
tongues dart

Peeling like shrinkwrap
the covering's removed
impatiently. Sticking, clinging
touch only transfers
but won't shake loose.

Clamped in between those
tightened thighs
bounty locked inside.
One last tongue thrust
from the corner
to free the new CD

Ah, poetry with a punch line. Now see what you can do with leaping fabric, or shunned squirrels, or leaping squirrels who shun fabric but totally dig used vinyl.

 

[WickedEve]

You can talk to him all you want. He skeers easy though, I'm warning you.

Remember Doug's poem Squirrels Playing Saxophones? He emailed it to me after he wrote it. I said "What is this about?" He said "It's a love poem."

hahahahahahaha.

He did the same thing to me. lol Actually, I remember us talking about squirrels before he wrote that. There's just something about squirrels.
I don't want to talk to ee! It's a tragedy waiting to happen. I'll say, "Hi there" and he'll suddenly become infatuated with me and then you'll have to come to Vir... umm... I'm actually in New Mexico... and bitch slap me for putting a spell on your man. (that's just the best I can do today.)

 

[ruminator]

Ah, poetry with a punch line. Now see what you can do with leaping fabric, or shunned squirrels, or leaping squirrels who shun fabric but totally dig used vinyl.

Ok, but keep in mind the innocence and sheltered view I have in the ways of poetry.

Is poetry with a punchline a bad thing?

 

[eagleyez]

Im partial to crows actually.



(you can talk to me anytime, Ange and I both think the world of you.)

 

[eagleyez]

He did the same thing to me. lol Actually, I remember us talking about squirrels before he wrote that. There's just something about squirrels.
I don't want to talk to ee! It's a tragedy waiting to happen. I'll say, "Hi there" and he'll suddenly become infatuated with me and then you'll have to come to Vir... umm... I'm actually in New Mexico... and bitch slap me for putting a spell on your man. (that's just the best I can do today.)

uh oh, trouble in river city.



Ive been to New Mexico-

The Navajos stole our honky ass car just west of Albequerque after a breakdown.

Ten miles out on I-40.

We laughed at dawn at the irony and kept driving in our second ride. Hit Mississippi by sundown.