A SILENCING of Poets
. by
the PLAGIARIST
I steal rhyme from Honest folk make them my own
A poem no worse than mine
I render into versions which satisfy my personal sense of worth
Inspired by a Silencing of poets a loose society of possibilties who stifle each other,'s sensibility
My poems are unlike those of other,'s I said to him I said He asked me who I had read
Tennyson when rendered into Chinese takes on different hues, Takes on different Hues 🙂
So what?
A silencing of poets
This my first verse of plunder
A river spoke to Me
amber tendon
A surge of CrVelTy and kindness
snaking silkstrand
Holding then releasing
EncasinG UNVEILing
Mumma had a house snug amongst the river grasses
Puppa gazed down to see the river waters rising from his perch beside an open upper window
It traced a gentle voice weaving through each life
Harbouring the silence of these river dwellers,'s Souls
THEPLAGIARIST
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Author:
Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2022 01:47
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
I feel sorry for Plagiarist's
and even more so
for those
running around, accusing poets
of writing like this poet or other..
see
there is nothing crueller, than abusing
Yourslef
by forcing, Yourslef
to scrape those depths
of self-worthlessness
to degrade your creativity
by stealing from another...
its just so, so Pathetically futile
because
no one forces us, to endure
this writing thing, we Try
to do
so, to go to those lengths
warping
that sense of self-Enforced
ambition
is just, so
so Pathetic..
This poem was inspired by the rudeness with which I was treated so I devised
The Plagiarist
who has transcribed the poem of a guest poet from the group, enriched her metaphor, balanced the language timbre, enthused the dynamic, well, afforded it dynamic.
Result is a poem that satisfies my personal sense of worth, for a private collection. A worthy exercise, I feel, to free the mind from composition, to offer terms that strengthen metaphor, provide greater balance. If a poem begins in a style that speaks to a common, grassroots humanity, I ask why burden the reader with flowery language?
I am left with a kind of literary critique, with suggested edits for selected readers, safe in anonymity
within the public domain by not publishing the source text, though I have done so on this occasion.
If it is in your interest, perhaps I could send the original to your inbox, or provide me with an address.
They who pinch other's words will incur the wrath of the original writers!
Someone elsewhere had the nerve to put his own pic next to some words he pinched. Poets were furious!
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