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Array ( [sid] => 148657 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Visit to Poemville [time] => 2009-03-22 16:42:10 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Come with me now
to visit the town
where all the Poems live.

There we have fine houses
carefully built
with words, verbs
and verisimilitudes;

windows opened wide
friends waving from the inside

some shutters closed
inhabitants moved on.

Our streets
have funny names:
Heart Break and Bitter Regret
Love Lane and Main
Shoulda and Coulda Blvd.

I have some verbs in the Infirmary
awaiting Transitivity;

The nouns are in the ICU
real unconformable in there;
looks of feelings
in there
good and bad.

There are the orphaned poems
where Imagination suddenly departed
leaving them dispirited and inspiration-less
They stare at me from their blank pages.

In our cemetery
are the dead and buried ones-
some poems you love to death

but they just could not live alone
their Similes Similed-
got watered down too much
and they.
just passed away.

I buried them one by one
with a tiny cry
and goodbye
maybe I loved them too much.

At the local Bitter Bar
all lined up cowboy style
are the One's Gone Wrong.

They drink too much of Stale Gerunds
and their Swaggering Participles
are off-putting to many
who walk past the French Doors
where only their heads and feet
show;
no torso seen;
no body in them
to sustain
them as poems.

Some are in re-development
being re-conceived;
others are beyond rehabilitation;
not dead
not alive
yet they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead
nothing to say.

But here now
is the hospital
perhaps our happiest place.

Inside
new Baby Poems
being born.
their Baby Grammar
just starting. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
A Visit to Poemville

Contributed by lnnie on Sunday, 22nd March 2009 @ 04:42:10 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Come with me now
to visit the town
where all the Poems live.

There we have fine houses
carefully built
with words, verbs
and verisimilitudes;

windows opened wide
friends waving from the inside

some shutters closed
inhabitants moved on.

Our streets
have funny names:
Heart Break and Bitter Regret
Love Lane and Main
Shoulda and Coulda Blvd.

I have some verbs in the Infirmary
awaiting Transitivity;

The nouns are in the ICU
real unconformable in there;
looks of feelings
in there
good and bad.

There are the orphaned poems
where Imagination suddenly departed
leaving them dispirited and inspiration-less
They stare at me from their blank pages.

In our cemetery
are the dead and buried ones-
some poems you love to death

but they just could not live alone
their Similes Similed-
got watered down too much
and they.
just passed away.

I buried them one by one
with a tiny cry
and goodbye
maybe I loved them too much.

At the local Bitter Bar
all lined up cowboy style
are the One's Gone Wrong.

They drink too much of Stale Gerunds
and their Swaggering Participles
are off-putting to many
who walk past the French Doors
where only their heads and feet
show;
no torso seen;
no body in them
to sustain
them as poems.

Some are in re-development
being re-conceived;
others are beyond rehabilitation;
not dead
not alive
yet they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead
nothing to say.

But here now
is the hospital
perhaps our happiest place.

Inside
new Baby Poems
being born.
their Baby Grammar
just starting.




Copyright © lnnie ... [ 2009-03-22 16:42:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Sunday, 22nd March 2009 @ 09:37:20 PM AEST
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wonderful idea. I liked it all but I love the last bit. . . baby poems. . . so sweet. peace. elle


Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 23rd March 2009 @ 09:40:28 AM AEST
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great poem! this was so imaginative and unique. the metaphors seemed apt and well elaborated upon, and it was funny in places too. this is a classic of poetry. great work. 5/5

-phil


Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Tuesday, 24th March 2009 @ 01:28:41 AM AEST
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wonderful analyasation...
"they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead
nothing to say"..
a striking reality....
God bless the hospital:-)venkat



Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Tuesday, 24th March 2009 @ 01:29:01 AM AEST
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wonderful analyasation...
"they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead
nothing to say"..
a striking reality....
God bless the hospital:-)venkat



Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Tuesday, 24th March 2009 @ 01:29:02 AM AEST
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wonderful analyasation...
"they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead
nothing to say"..
a striking reality....
God bless the hospital:-)venkat



Re: A Visit to Poemville (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 7th April 2009 @ 11:20:30 PM AEST
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Another excellent and very very creative poem. Your imagination is inspiring.




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