PPPP or PSA

[perks]

that's perks personal pet peeve, or public service announcement, you decide.


People, people, people...

Why oh why do people feel the need to write a paragraph<longer than their actual poem> to explain the poem? Yes, I sometimes want to know what sparked the writing on the poem, but what I'm talking about is the explanation.

roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you

I wrote this poem for my girlfriend, she is sweet like sugar. Thank you for reading it. I wanted to tell you the roses were red not yellow, and not just because it rhymed either.

COME ON! A poem should say all those things, if you want to say them. Don't explain your art, write your art. If someone wants to know later on, then we'll fucking ask.

I'm tired of poetry that doesn't say everything the author wants to say, and if it does, then why do they need the goddamn explanation?

that's all, thanks for the rant space.

 

[Rybka]

AGREED !

Please note my Signature quote.


Regards, Rybka

 

[perks]

Re: AGREED !

Please note my Signature quote.


Regards, Rybka

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's perfect! I see you arrived to this rant before me!

that's great, and so true.

 

[Angeline]

Sometimes I like to give a little context that I don't want in the poem, but that might interest the reader. I think that's different from what you describe though.

My PPP is typos and spelling errors. I know we all do it sometimes, but c'mon, everybody has spell check now. If your poem is good enough to be posted, isn't it worth a few minutes to check that you haven't embarrassed yourself with lots of mistakes?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you

I wrote this poem for my girlfriend, she is sweet like sugar. Thank you for reading it. I wanted to tell you the roses were red not yellow, and not just because it rhymed either.

I particularly like it when the next poem, starts with a preambulatory note:

Thank you to everyone who voted and sent me feedback on "roses are red". My girlfriend really liked it too and let me do her up the butt! Anyway, for the rest of you, those that sent me feedback saying violets aren't *really* blue, go fuck yourselves. The dictionary says violet is a reddish blue hue.

 

[perks]

Re: Re: PPPP or PSA

I particularly like it when the next poem, starts with a preambulatory note:

Thank you to everyone who voted and sent me feedback on "roses are red". My girlfriend really liked it too and let me do her up the butt! Anyway, for the rest of you, those that sent me feedback saying violets aren't *really* blue, go fuck yourselves. The dictionary says violet is a reddish blue hue.

*snortle*

 

[destinie21]

In general I don't like the author to comment or give subtext to a poem because If the poem is good enough it will evoke emotion in me and whatever the emotion is I don't want it to be overshadowed by the author's note. However I did put a note on one of my recent poems just to advise that it was about a personal experience with rape, the only reason I did this was to keep those who don't want to veiw the subject matter away.

 

[darkmaas]

Violets certainly can be blue!

Thank you to everyone who voted and sent me feedback on "roses are red". My girlfriend really liked it too and let
me do her up the butt! Anyway, for the rest of you, those that sent me feedback saying violets aren't *really* blue,
go fuck yourselves. The dictionary says violet is a reddish blue hue.

If I may comment on the issue of blue violets , I am certain that the poet in this case meant blue in a purely metaphoric rather than colourific sense. If you can't believe that violets get the blues, I'll introduce you to Viola, (a gift from a now deceased maiden aunt), who now lives a lonely existance perched precariously on the edge of the sink in my bathroom and pines for the tropical jungles of her african roots. She shares the sink with Violetta, a younger pink double violet. Viola considers her a hussy and they never speak.

darkmaas

 

[Angeline]

If I may comment on the issue of blue violets , I am certain that the poet in this case meant blue in a purely metaphoric rather than colourific sense. If you can't believe that violets get the blues, I'll introduce you to Viola, (a gift from a now deceased maiden aunt), who now lives a lonely existance perched precariously on the edge of the sink in my bathroom and pines for the tropical jungles of her african roots. She shares the sink with Violetta, a younger pink double violet. Viola considers her a hussy and they never speak.

darkmaas

You're really cute when you're genteel. And you know I deeply appreciate your empathy not only for the color spectrum and lonely plants, but also for the blues as a tangible emotional state. As you know I am something of an expert on the blues, having both had them and bought the CD. Viola needs to hear the blues because you lose your blues by listening to them. I'm thinking she probably needs to loosen up, maybe even drop a few leaves. To that end I recommend Big Joe Turner or Jimmy Rushing--maybe both. I know this woman with endless blues who burns CDs for her friends. Might could we could work something out.

 

[perks]

This is how a blank canvas becomes art.


*laughing*

 

[Lauren Hynde]

After all this, I realize the true depth of a poem like 'roses are red, violets are blue'. I'm in awe.

 

[darkmaas]

But Lauren,

We haven't even discussed "roses are red". The colour rose is of course, not red, but pink (as is the wine but I digress). Now personnally I have seen and heard of roses of every colour (except blue: see violets). The bald statement that roses are red therefore simply screams with semantic tension. Such is the power of great poetry.

But this begs the question Angeline... why are there no blue roses? Are they more emotionally stable? Or is it better psychiatrists?

Inquiring minds...

darkmaas

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Well... The poem is clearly underlined by a suicide theme. Red, the colour of blood; the tangible emotions evoked by the colour blue; I wouldn't be surprised if this absent lover was Death herself:

"Oh sweet Death, come dance with me and be mine suitor."

Tentatively,
- L

 

[Angeline]

Blue Roses

But this begs the question Angeline... why are there no blue roses? Are they more emotionally stable? Or is it better psychiatrists?

Ah but there are indeed blue roses. You clearly have not read Tennessee Williams' Glass Menangerie or you'd know all about them.

 

[destinie21]

obviously you're all missing the fact that a white rose can be dyed any one of the aforementioned colors. Which goes to the fact that the poem is a commentary on society and the need to have roles (IE: colors) dyed onto your intrinsically pure self. The blue goes to the emotional state evoked by being stuffed into a societal mold.Blue being a metaphor for sadness and the downward spiral into depression. Sugar is of course a reference to drugs and the you in question can be anyone of us who allows another the luxury of being dependent whereby we are the enabler

 

[OT]

To Be or Not to Be

(Line numbers added for discussion purposes)

1: Roses ARE
2: Red violets are Blue
3: Sugar IS
4: Sweet and So ARE
5. You?


Analysis:
1: The author boldly states that Roses exist
2: Violets are not what they seem to be
3: Sugar is the essence of life
4: Sweet and So (typo? was this a reference to Sweet and Low existing? ... dunno )
5: Do we exist ? Perhaps we are Red violets masquerading as Blue.

 

[The_Fool]

I wanna get back to the part about doing the girlfriend in the butt....Fuck the roses.

 

[perks]

I wanna get back to the part about doing the girlfriend in the butt....Fuck the roses.

Fuck the roses
violets too <sorry dmaas>
Gimme her ass
to spurt my goo


I guess I forgot I don't have a cock, well one that isn't rubber, anyway.

 

[Angeline]

Roses
Are red violets.

Are!

Blue, sugar?
Is sweet and so.

Are you?

 

[The_Fool]

Finger pricked
By roses
Red roses
Bleed for me
Scarlet petals
Puddle
Blood red droplets
Shine and pool
Shredded flower
Broken stem
Blooded thorns

Violet blooms
Delicate flower
Wilt and waste
As salt I taste
As raindrops fall
And teardrops fall
Watered-down blue

 

[darkmaas]

Yo Fool!

I saw you here,
and I did think
God bless that I
might cadge a drink.

But I read your verse
and I did see
your violet tears
this round's on me!

Angeline my sweet
we would be blest
if you would pour
some Islay best.

And two for lauren
and rubber duck
we'll toast blue roses
and...
someone help me here. i need a line to rhyme with duck...


darkmaas

 

[Angeline]

someone help me here. i need a line to rhyme with duck...

I'll keep my mind out of the muck?

love,
your serving wench

P.S. I'd toast something other than blue roses; note the following excerpt from a synopsis of Tennessee Williams' wonderful memory play The Glass Menagerie:

Laura is at first paralyzed by Jim's presence, but his warm and open behavior soon draws her out of her shell. She confesses that she knew and liked him in high school but was too shy to approach him. They continue talking, and Laura reminds him of the nickname he had given her: "Blue Roses," an accidental corruption of the word for Laura's medical condition, pleurosis.

--taken from Spark Notes


Perhaps a nice l'chaim instead.

 

[perks]

I know just the word!