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[wildsweetone]

something very recently that said something about stars stabbing the ground? it was a very vivid image for me. i've done a search here but can't find it.

...maybe i read it elsewhere.

is it plagiarism if i write 'purple stars stab the grass' in one of my poems?

 

[champagne1982]

something very recently that said something about stars stabbing the ground? it was a very vivid image for me. i've done a search here but can't find it.

...maybe i read it elsewhere.

is it plagiarism if i write 'purple stars stab the grass' in one of my poems?

I remember that image and it's only been posted in the past week or 10 days. Check out the work of some of the new women. I don't think it was one of the men...

 

[wildsweetone]

I remember that image and it's only been posted in the past week or 10 days. Check out the work of some of the new women. I don't think it was one of the men...

ah see it was vivid. if two of us remember it, it did exist.

i had a feeling it was one of Eve's blogs but i'm so thickheaded at the moment that i'm searching to no avail. i'll keep looking.

btw i don't like the sound of purple stars now. i think i'll have to change the colour. maybe to pink.

 

[wildsweetone]

oh and i think you're right... i don't think men write much about stars these days.

 

[The_Fool]

I remember that image and it's only been posted in the past week or 10 days. Check out the work of some of the new women. I don't think it was one of the men...

Must be the phallic imagery of stabbing. That is why it had to be a woman....


*mwah!!!*

 

[wildsweetone]

Must be the phallic imagery of stabbing. That is why it had to be a woman....


*mwah!!!*

good point.


except, men would think of it as stabbing, more than women. perhaps.

 

[The_Fool]

good point.


except, men would think of it as stabbing, more than women. perhaps.

Only if it were shuriken....Ninja stars....


To your plagarism question. First thought is no, but would have to see both works in context.

 

[wildsweetone]

ah! see! the phallic clue gave it away...

...Surely the sun would dim, stars would fall and stick in the ground and backs of cows.
...

and mine...

Surreal

Today is like an abstract painting
where tree bark is splashed
up one side of the canvas, a white eel
wriggles in the sky, and eye stares
from behind the vertical blinds
that separate us
from the crisp air of Spring
and tomorrow. Colours splatter
in the way children's art splodges -
green patches, dotted with yellow,
purple stars stab the grass, a cow
black and white, bent
over the back fence tap dancing
in time with the restless cicadas.

(my original was written on 5th October, only edited this line: 'purple stars on the grass, a cow' today.).

 

[The_Fool]

ah! see! the phallic clue gave it away...





and mine...

Surreal

Today is like an abstract painting
where tree bark is splashed
up one side of the canvas, a white eel
wriggles in the sky, and eye stares
from behind the vertical blinds
that separate us
from the crisp air of Spring
and tomorrow. Colours splatter
in the way children's art splodges -
green patches, dotted with yellow,
purple stars stab the grass, a cow
black and white, bent
over the back fence tap dancing
in time with the restless cicadas.

(my original was written on 5th October, only edited this line: 'purple stars on the grass, a cow' today.).

I use quotes from others as inspiration all the time. If you want complete clarity, you could ask the Wicked One if she minds. If you start the conversation off with a dildo reference, it will distract her though.

 

[wildsweetone]

I use quotes from others as inspiration all the time. If you want complete clarity, you could ask the Wicked One if she minds. If you start the conversation off with a dildo reference, it will distract her though.

poetry is such fun (night night - am going now. lol)

Eve, would you mind if i used 'stars stab' as in the above poem?

 

[normal jean]

ah! see! the phallic clue gave it away...





and mine...

Surreal

Today is like an abstract painting
where tree bark is splashed
up one side of the canvas, a white eel
wriggles in the sky, and eye stares
from behind the vertical blinds
that separate us
from the crisp air of Spring
and tomorrow. Colours splatter
in the way children's art splodges -
green patches, dotted with yellow,
purple stars stab the grass, a cow
black and white, bent
over the back fence tap dancing
in time with the restless cicadas.

(my original was written on 5th October, only edited this line: 'purple stars on the grass, a cow' today.).

The Wicked One inspired a whole slew of poems a while back when she was hosting Tammy et al. There is just something about that wicked one's poetic voice. Her skill covers so many areas of poetry, she can be sensual and dirty, solemn and soothing. She is one person here who could assume a dozen alts and have the skill and poetic prowess to pull it off with no one suspecting it is her.I like to think she is my sorta wacky Virginia sister. I can only aspire to her level of greatness. sigh. I miss the good ol days...

 

[wildsweetone]

The Wicked One inspired a whole slew of poems a while back when she was hosting Tammy et al. There is just something about that wicked one's poetic voice. Her skill covers so many areas of poetry, she can be sensual and dirty, solemn and soothing. She is one person here who could assume a dozen alts and have the skill and poetic prowess to pull it off with no one suspecting it is her.I like to think she is my sorta wacky Virginia sister. I can only aspire to her level of greatness. sigh. I miss the good ol days...

you're right, she is a very inspiring woman.

and the good ol days are still here, it's simply a matter of voicing them, of writing and sharing the poetry that shows they're still here. the poets have the power.

too many of us are missing in the new poems submissions too. we need to help keep things alive by participating in the good stuff, the stuff we are here for, the writing and the enjoyment of sharing our writing and learning with others. oh yeah, and the fun.

 

[WickedEve]

poetry is such fun (night night - am going now. lol)

Eve, would you mind if i used 'stars stab' as in the above poem?

Feel free to taking my ground-stabbing stars and injured cows. lol
It was someone fretful nonsense I wrote about a breakup. I'm having man problems right now.

Did fool mention a dildo?

 

[WickedEve]

The Wicked One inspired a whole slew of poems a while back when she was hosting Tammy et al. There is just something about that wicked one's poetic voice. Her skill covers so many areas of poetry, she can be sensual and dirty, solemn and soothing. She is one person here who could assume a dozen alts and have the skill and poetic prowess to pull it off with no one suspecting it is her.I like to think she is my sorta wacky Virginia sister. I can only aspire to her level of greatness. sigh. I miss the good ol days...

Level of greatness? Is this like Dante's Hell? Which level am I on? I want level two! Lust! Isn't that level two? Is there a dildo greatness level?

I'm going to adopt you.

 

[Eluard]

ah! see! the phallic clue gave it away...





and mine...

Surreal

Today is like an abstract painting
where tree bark is splashed
up one side of the canvas, a white eel
wriggles in the sky, and eye stares
from behind the vertical blinds
that separate us
from the crisp air of Spring
and tomorrow. Colours splatter
in the way children's art splodges -
green patches, dotted with yellow,
purple stars stab the grass, a cow
black and white, bent
over the back fence tap dancing
in time with the restless cicadas.

(my original was written on 5th October, only edited this line: 'purple stars on the grass, a cow' today.).

To be honest I prefer "stars stab the ground". Them "stabbing grass" is less vivid to me. (If they stab the ground they can stick into it, which I think is where the image gets it's power.)

 

[normal jean]

Level of greatness? Is this like Dante's Hell? Which level am I on? I want level two! Lust! Isn't that level two? Is there a dildo greatness level?

I'm going to adopt you.

Umm, you can share level 2 with me that is where I scored. Lustful, yep, that's me. Oh yeah, and glutton because I once forsake what I knew would be bad drunken sex for some really GOOD yogurt.

And I have been BEGGING You to adopt me for like, almost 6 years now. well, I have the papers,all you gotta do is sign them! and you have a cook, a nanny, back rubber and someone to bounce your Conrad Dimple poems off. ( that is MY secret agenda, I wanna hear them all first) PLUS, I will go cave crawling with you, anytime.



Level of Hell Test

 

[normal jean]

you're right, she is a very inspiring woman.

and the good ol days are still here, it's simply a matter of voicing them, of writing and sharing the poetry that shows they're still here. the poets have the power.

too many of us are missing in the new poems submissions too. we need to help keep things alive by participating in the good stuff, the stuff we are here for, the writing and the enjoyment of sharing our writing and learning with others. oh yeah, and the fun.

You're right, WSO and I do read the new poems every single day. And I comment on a great many of them. If only newcomers would RECIPROCATE like we encourage at EditRed, it would be a more balanced place.

In fact, we have a little meter on our pages there, it shows our peer rank, and the level it determined by the comments we leave on one another's work. At present, my peer rank is in the toilet because one poem I have received almost 140 comments and no matter how much I read and respond, I cannot catch up.

oh well, back to the poems at hand.

I tend to agree the grass being stabbed , it is not as effective as the ground, but it is a very visual poem, a definite plus.

 

[WickedEve]

Umm, you can share level 2 with me that is where I scored. Lustful, yep, that's me. Oh yeah, and glutton because I once forsake what I knew would be bad drunken sex for some really GOOD yogurt.

And I have been BEGGING You to adopt me for like, almost 6 years now. well, I have the papers,all you gotta do is sign them! and you have a cook, a nanny, back rubber and someone to bounce your Conrad Dimple poems off. ( that is MY secret agenda, I wanna hear them all first) PLUS, I will go cave crawling with you, anytime.



Level of Hell Test

I was out with the new guy, Hugo, who likes caves, and he took me in a few. Well, I only went in a few steps. Bat phobia. What's the proper name for that? Flying-death-o-phobia?

 

[champagne1982]

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Moderate
Level 2 | Very High
Level 3 | High
Level 4 | Very Low
Level 5 | Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High
Level 7 | Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus | Low

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

 

[normal jean]

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Moderate
Level 2 | Very High
Level 3 | High
Level 4 | Very Low
Level 5 | Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High
Level 7 | Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus | Low

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

okey dokey, that's you , me and evie in the second level of hell. It's gonna be fun, lol

 

[normal jean]

I was out with the new guy, Hugo, who likes caves, and he took me in a few. Well, I only went in a few steps. Bat phobia. What's the proper name for that? Flying-death-o-phobia?

Fear of bats, sometimes called chiroptophobia (an incorrect derivation from the order Chiroptera of bats) may refer both to a specific phobia associated with bats and to common negative stereotypes and fear of bats stemming from prejudices and misinformation. ( from Wikipedia)

all bats aren't meanies

 

[WickedEve]

Fear of bats, sometimes called chiroptophobia (an incorrect derivation from the order Chiroptera of bats) may refer both to a specific phobia associated with bats and to common negative stereotypes and fear of bats stemming from prejudices and misinformation. ( from Wikipedia)

all bats aren't meanies

I like my flying-death-o-phobia. lol
I had a lot of bats flying around where I lived when I was kid. Of course, we all believed they'd get in our hair and nest there. I was overly concerned about the tangles. I didn't want a bat tangled up in my hair. I remember being out on summer nights with my cousin. We'd see bats flying and we'd duck and cover our precious hair.

 

[normal jean]

I like my flying-death-o-phobia. lol
I had a lot of bats flying around where I lived when I was kid. Of course, we all believed they'd get in our hair and nest there. I was overly concerned about the tangles. I didn't want a bat tangled up in my hair. I remember being out on summer nights with my cousin. We'd see bats flying and we'd duck and cover our precious hair.

I like your flying death o' phobia too. But I have to admit, when I was a kid, we would throw little rocks, straight up in the air, so the bats would swoop down. Then we would shriek and run, then come back and do it again. We were sick little fuckers, huh. But what's a mountain kid s'posed to do when TV aint on but 5 hours a day....

 

[WickedEve]

I like your flying death o' phobia too. But I have to admit, when I was a kid, we would throw little rocks, straight up in the air, so the bats would swoop down. Then we would shriek and run, then come back and do it again. We were sick little fuckers, huh. But what's a mountain kid s'posed to do when TV aint on but 5 hours a day....

When I was kid, in the town I'm in now, we had dirt roads, farm animals in people's yards, lots of swampy areas and weeds everywhere. And lots of flying death! 5 hours?

 

[normal jean]

When I was kid, in the town I'm in now, we had dirt roads, farm animals in people's yards, lots of swampy areas and weeds everywhere. And lots of flying death! 5 hours?

seriously, I remember that Indian with the huge headdress and the compass points all around, stayed on most of the time. And some lady named Nancy Welch,( a sixties version of Martha Stewart )oh, and twilight zone, dark shadows and guiding light. Maybe my mama lied that there was nothing good on TV and just wanted us to read or something.

My daddy's idea of fun was to drive us to the top of the mountain and make us run down, first one home got a dollar. he never paid us though, because he would be so far behind, he didn't know who got there first and if we argued, we would be sent to bed with no supper. I came to appreciate that running though..years later in HS