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Do you like poetry or do you think it's for sissies and wusses? If ya like it ever write any poems? If you don't what's yer objection to it?

Posted - October 7, 2018

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  • 6098
    Much of it is a great source of enjoyment as well as beauty.  Not sure what is "sissy" unless you believe that we should not enjoy ourselves.  No not artistically creative at all so I would not even try.  Even if I wanted to.  Enough out there to enjoy for all time. 
      October 7, 2018 7:39 AM MDT
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  • 113301
    If a boy cries other boys will call him sissy meaning he is weak and timid and cowardly and effeminate. That is what boys who take dancing lessons are often called as well or those who like poetry. This is only true of males. Females are allowed to like poetry. There is no stigma attached it for women. It's a "girly" thing according macho guys so they attack guys who like it.So now you are sure of what sissy is, correct? I have never heard of a woman being called a sissy. Only a male. At any rate some folks enjoy poetry and some don't. I happen to enjoy it. Thank you for your reply og.
      October 7, 2018 10:51 AM MDT
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  • 6098
    No did not grow up with boys acting like that.  We all learned poetry in school and took social dancing classes back then.   What would poetry, or dancing for that matter, be without men?  Guess I know more men who appreciate and enjoy poetry than women who do.  Including my husband and some former boyfriends.  Who taught me to like it.  As well as to like a lot of other things.  Like I wrote no law says we have to like it but if we don't we miss out on a lot of enjoyment. 
      October 7, 2018 4:32 PM MDT
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  • 6988
    I entered a 'song lyric' contest. The judge was country music star Aaron Tippin. I received second place. Hey, it's a poem. 
      October 7, 2018 9:25 AM MDT
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  • 113301
    I am very proud of you bh! Good for you! Do ya wanna share it here with us or are you going to keep it private? Second place is awesome. Having entered one is awesome! Apologies for not knowing who Aaron Tippin is though. Thank you for your repy and Happy Sunday!  :)
      October 7, 2018 10:53 AM MDT
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  • 6988
    I could share it but I cannot get my computer to type verses correctly in a poem form, that is line after line. 
      October 7, 2018 1:16 PM MDT
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  • Poetry, like any art form requires a degree of talent and skill, to say nothing of imagination and a creative drive. You can enjoy the work and have no use for the author and that's a good thing. I like Frost, but he was a cranky old coot that couldn't get along with anyone, his admission not mine. I like the works of Coleridge, Keats, Shelley, Sandburg, Wordsworth, Noyes, Rossetti and Poe. There are many others that I appreciate also. 
      October 7, 2018 1:53 PM MDT
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  • 17053
    Coleridge relied on laudanum to unlock his creative talent. It's why Kubla Khan gets weird, he was woken after writing the second stanza by a "person from Porlock" and was unable to recall the dream.
      October 7, 2018 2:47 PM MDT
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  • 17053
    I'm a songwiter, do my own lyrics. When I write poetry, I set it to music.

    I do enjoy quite a lot of poetry - but not the pseudo-intellectual masturbation that passes for "poetry" these days.

    Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
    And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
    When the charms of youth shall have passed away
    Will your love of as old prove true?

    For the looks may change, and the heart may range
    And the love be no longer fond.
    Will you love with truth in the years of youth
    And away to the years beyond?

    Oh I love thee, dear, for your locks of brown
    And the blush on your cheek that lies,
    But I love you most for the kindly heart
    That I see in your clear blue eyes.

    For the eyes are signs of the soul within
    And the heart that is leal and true
    And mine own sweetheart, I will love you still
    For as long as your eyes are blue.

    For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
    May be reft of their golden hue
    But mine own sweetheart, I will love you still
    For as long as your eyes are blue.

    - Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson This post was edited by Slartibartfast at October 7, 2018 2:48 PM MDT
      October 7, 2018 2:44 PM MDT
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