Breaking Meters

Then along that river-bank, a thousand miles,
The vine-snared trees fell down in files
Pioneer angels cleared the way
For a Congo paradise, for babes at play
For sacred capitols, for temples clean
Gone were the skull-faced witch men lean
There, where the wild ghost-gods had wailed
A million boats of the angels sailed
With oars of silver, and prows of blue
And silken pennants that the sun shone trhough
'Twas a land transfigured, 'twas a new creation,
Oh, a singing wing swept the Negro nation;
And on through the backwoods clearing flew:

Mumbo-jumbo is dead in the jungle
Never aginain will he hoo-doo you
Never again will he hoo-doo you!

-lindsay

thank god for poets. thank god for true poets. the poet i got this from gives onomatopoeia a new meaning. long live nicholas.

and may all self-righteous faux lyricists burn in that incinerator called poetry-hell.

searching for non-existent meters in "poems" is tiresome. and please, "free-versed" poems are not free-versed poems just because every word flowed out, and you didn't find meters necessary. no, dear. that's not a poem at all. it's just some prosaic collection of sentences with a hormonal backbone, a highfallutin facade, and air behind the lines.

i have yet to be educated of non-conventional styles of writing poems. but despite my lack of broad knowledge of the subject, i sense the flourishing of a literary genre called faux poetry (i hate to put poetry in it). ughf. i say stop connecting emotionally charged words to create poetry. it doesn't matter - rummaging through the thesaurus for the most highfalluting words - because putting absurd phrases might just destroy rhythm once you've started on plain words. you should try connecting ideas and images, not letters, mere letters.

"i will always cherish," "the sumptuous look of your lips," "and the dark mystical abyss..."

ak. you won the raspberry award for the poet who committed the most cliches.

yey.

read apotheosis for the nominees.

i promise to write for lit folio again. should give these pseudopoetic blurbers a beating.

-hoo-doo you-