In order to post this poem with the correct formatting, I had to upload it to Google Docs. DeviantArt.com, where I posted and linked the last two poems in this style, didn't work. I feel fairly competent about this one, it's an old poem remastered. It's been sitting in my folder for a year and a half untouched. I think I got it, follow the link and please let me know if there are any issues. Never used Google Documents before....
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Right away ! yes!
!!
those are words!
Like a sharp breath of surprise. Jesus, the imagery. "Skin-peeling smiles." Yep, I'm right there.
"If you didn't live inside a medicine cabinet." All of the just missed its, you almost made its! The so close you cames! But f**k you! you didn't make it! Happy almost to say it, the voice that says it! The idea of strenuous silence... It takes effort. It's a hard thing, no sound, no speech, no nature, no life. Like an aspirin laying flat on a wood veneered table top.
Jesus, apple is a filet. It is! The white meat. The billions of snowy crystalline fruit specs crowded like flesh cells in a ceremony, like 1941 jews shoved in trains, raised to happy teeth. Dude, this s**t is good.
The beer like warm urine, sitting sleepy in a mason jar, unaroused by the chirping crickets' speeches. Brilliant spacing, caps. This form is sick. I can see the enormous TOOTH again, plucked from a bunny's mouth, flat like paper, thick like a pillow, digging into every F*****G THING. I can feel the summer heat bellowing up under the checked table cloth, and feel summertime refrains, unfulfilled dreams, out of time, the green leaf yellowing, the sun sleepy. Some great s**t here homey--cuts to the heart.
Posted 12 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
12 Years Ago
thanx bro, some kick-a*s metaphors in your comment here, some ones I wish I'd thought of myself. Gl.. read morethanx bro, some kick-a*s metaphors in your comment here, some ones I wish I'd thought of myself. Glad the Image is working, been in a bit of a slump, but think it's coming back. It comes out to play for a while then goes numb and dead for weeks on end.
Wow, I think I finally understand how important your formatting is to the words, the words to the formatting . . . That was like being in your head, thoughts racing from one side to the other. ( . . . skin peeling smiles . . . ) here you've taken something so usual and made into an attention getting scream. Probably my favourite poem of yours.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thx. Im having a hard time keeping up with reviews, so message me something if you'd like me to rea.. read morethx. Im having a hard time keeping up with reviews, so message me something if you'd like me to read it, things get lost in that request box. Thanx again.
11 Years Ago
You're welcome. I know how you feel about RR, I'll be sure to let you know.
Color me computer illiterate but I do not see this link of which you speak though obviously the people below did. Oh, just a minute...
Found it!
Oh! I somehow forgot who you were until I started reading this, then I remembered. You're the Master Poet of Master Poets. I love what you do with spatial arrangements, I love what you do with words. There is not one part of imparting your message that you do not use to its artistic best. This is classic Dyer and are you published? I want a book of your poems to read and reread and muse over. 100 out of 100, can there be anything else. I'd love to go back and forth telling you what I specifically liked but then I'll lose this comment. Besides, it would probably entail quoting the entire poem back at you. I can't get some visuals out of my head... the stem in the teeth... the $$$ signs and those chairs... what did you do? See my chairs on my porch? Don't leave this beauty sitting in a folder again... it wants reading and deserves reading. Oh, I shut up now.
Right away ! yes!
!!
those are words!
Like a sharp breath of surprise. Jesus, the imagery. "Skin-peeling smiles." Yep, I'm right there.
"If you didn't live inside a medicine cabinet." All of the just missed its, you almost made its! The so close you cames! But f**k you! you didn't make it! Happy almost to say it, the voice that says it! The idea of strenuous silence... It takes effort. It's a hard thing, no sound, no speech, no nature, no life. Like an aspirin laying flat on a wood veneered table top.
Jesus, apple is a filet. It is! The white meat. The billions of snowy crystalline fruit specs crowded like flesh cells in a ceremony, like 1941 jews shoved in trains, raised to happy teeth. Dude, this s**t is good.
The beer like warm urine, sitting sleepy in a mason jar, unaroused by the chirping crickets' speeches. Brilliant spacing, caps. This form is sick. I can see the enormous TOOTH again, plucked from a bunny's mouth, flat like paper, thick like a pillow, digging into every F*****G THING. I can feel the summer heat bellowing up under the checked table cloth, and feel summertime refrains, unfulfilled dreams, out of time, the green leaf yellowing, the sun sleepy. Some great s**t here homey--cuts to the heart.
Posted 12 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
12 Years Ago
thanx bro, some kick-a*s metaphors in your comment here, some ones I wish I'd thought of myself. Gl.. read morethanx bro, some kick-a*s metaphors in your comment here, some ones I wish I'd thought of myself. Glad the Image is working, been in a bit of a slump, but think it's coming back. It comes out to play for a while then goes numb and dead for weeks on end.
I love your words and messages and the unique formats.. The part about the decay where you thought white still was to be found was awesome.. excellent write..xo
I don't understand this reading request?
Seen as there is nothing to read..
Point me in the right direction for feedback!
-JiDonnelly'
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
lol! The link says "This will take you to the poem"
12 Years Ago
Yes, I understand that part.
But I don't trust links at all too many viruses.
especial.. read moreYes, I understand that part.
But I don't trust links at all too many viruses.
especially off someone I don't know so I will pass on the review.
Apologies.
past the URL in a text editor. It's a link to a Google Documents page, where you can upload documen.. read morepast the URL in a text editor. It's a link to a Google Documents page, where you can upload documents without their formatting being lost, something which this website is entirely incapable of doing.
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I began writing when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. We were extremely poor and my mother had purchased an old typewriter from a yard sale for me, tired of trying to decipher my mangled handrwitin.. more..