What pours from the mouth of a poet vomit on a page
Retched innards, guts, a naked heart, boiling blood of rage
Pornographic passion, grief ashen exposed in a bucket of words
A soul exposed in a poem composed that critics call fetid turds
Pissing on one's journal flushing tears down a urinal is what back biters say
Yet stealing leaves from your vines, they rob your lines then go on their way
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Let us not despise these scavenging birds of prey ,loyal shadow ministers, which purify us of our wickedness !
Thank you Lorenz for the read and comment. No I have previously written a tribute to the bird. A noble beast by many despised and with foul reputation.
Wow this certainly has vitriol. I would be interested in what precipitated such a tirade. I mean the metaphors here do not get anymore real than this. As a fan of your poetry I have to say it is disturbing. It disappointing to think poets are stealing from each other. Better days ahead amigo
Thank you David for your read and comment it is not from personal experience but from those reported by others that the dander is raised. We all borrow from others, I as well but borrowing and acknowledging is one thing and outright stealing is another. Appreciate your support my friend
a good write much enjoyed
Thank you so much for the read and comment my friend it is most appreciated
most welcome
Those plagiarisers, that who you mean?!
This is too much even to dish up for KP! heehee. I will add sugar or salt to her sewage though, depending if I'm giving her a sweet or savoury course. lol. My kindness goes too far to her.
Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate your review and thank you for your comment. As for those plagiarizers I don't know their name because this was a complaint made to me by another poet. My poem's are safe, nobody steals from a city dump. Oh yes I thought you might want some of the things from this poem for KP if they are a bit too salty water them down they will last longer that way.
The poem suffers from numerous issues and seems unstructured, akin to a chaotic mess, to me. The smallest glitch upsets our day when expectations are not met. Nicely written, it focuses well on the problem and cites the despair. Worse still, it is when the screen not cursor does not appear. Yet on the other hand, the poet's contradictory nature is perplexing, as it simultaneously conveys the artist's struggles with emotional dismissal of their authentic work while issuing criticism towards others, which undermines its intended message.
Ha ha good one, computer glitches extend from one poem to another and causes confusion. So true vomit is never organized being a mess indeed. Good joke with the plagiarism issue and copying of lines. Thanks for the understanding and the play in your response.
It's sometime very frustrating to owe one's problem solely to the talent of artifice !
Thanks so much for the read Lorenz and for the comment as well.
Wow, you got that out in more ways than one.
You always hope fellow poets write their stuff to the best of their abilities, but even subconsciously we all maybe grab a line off a poem we know.
I would just copy Bob Dylan if I could get away with it.
Thanks so much Paul for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated
I wonder if anyone reads the whole of a commentary thread below a poem? Coherence in plentiful supply? 'Sorry Soren - this is what comes of too much metaphor....🤣
Thanks for the comment Dave. Yes I read all comments that I receive but I have to admit I do not make a practice of reading other peoples comments on other peoples poems
Yes I can see that - I would not have thought you had the time... A shame; I find them quite revealing at times.
Soren, this is visceral from the first line…no filter, no apology. The imagery is harsh on purpose, and it works extremely well. Then that closing image of stolen leaves and robbed lines reframes it all…pain, yes, but also accusation. Bold and unflinching, dearest friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and comment it makes me mad when someone steals someone else's thunder. I have had people complain in the past that their work was stolen. Appreciate your support
Yes! That makes me mad too. I truly believe most people operate under some semblance of honesty, but there are always those who don't and that just makes it bad for everyone. Couldn't agree more. Most welcome, my friend.
I suppose we all get Ideas from other Poems sometimes. True what you say.
Thank you Kevin for your review and comment. Yes we all borrow ideas, words, rhyme schemes, meter but when a whole phrase is used it should be quoted. I appreciate your kind words of understanding.
They probably won’t ever know or understand. Poets just like Vincent and his sunflowers 🌻🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much Cryptic for the review you are probably right and what is worse they probably don't even care. Your words are most appreciated
Stark reality, no punches pulled. Gruff and grim. Truth not wrapped in flowers, but thrown at the reader with a sharp edge. Powerful stuff - Phil A.
Thanks so much for your read and understanding words of support they are most appreciated Phil
Fine words soren.
Andy
Grateful for you read Andy. Most appreciative my friend
the bones, heart n soul of poetry picked clean .. and laid out for subsequent inspection .. all present & accounted for it would seem 😎👍
Thanks so much for the review my friend just a bone in my craw that I had to cough up.
Wow, this has some real feeling of anger as the write is clearly venting at those who steal other's words. I think all writers take bits and pieces from different people, it's impossible not to if you read alot of other people's work, but as you have said to David, it's acknowledging that matters. Hope you feel better now thats out of the system, nicely written.
Thanks so much for the read and comment yes I always feel better after vomiting fortunately it doesn't happen too often. Your words are most appreciated my friend.
Sometimes something's need to be said
True
poetry is both creation and expulsion.
You have captured the essence of it. Thank you for your read and comment Aman
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