JACOB SAYS

Fearing the cobalt, and to stop his wayward roaming,

Magnolia bourbon widow flips a coin in down town Serotonin:

Heads serves the serpent, in her strangled silent scream

Tails is for the final fool whose weapons are all failing.

Lift the lemons off the trees with leaves forever trailing

Cool strips the heads off its betters and its deniers

Night brings forgetting of all the zephyrs and the liars

Pious kills the rain and the remainder search the lobby

Imagine if you can the pain of a tortured baby’s body

Kiss the corpse to sanctify the loss of this old parent

Drones are made of metal, babies made of flesh,

Guess what’s next? Cradle creed is burning in

This valley of the ashes. Everything we love is good

On the train that ol’God smashes:

Love, eggs, sperm, blood.

Everything to do with love.

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◄ Lost love

Tempered in the fire ►

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poemagraphic

Thu 12th Mar 2020 21:54

What's not to like John?

Great explanation btw. of how it all works.

Po

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John Marks

Thu 12th Mar 2020 19:09

In many ways Jacob's poetic style and my poetic style are opposite to each other. That was why I couldn't refuse a Jacob's kind offer to collaborate. Jacob's poems are often a form of rap using holorhyme, half-rhymes, internal rhyme and other forms of phonemic patterning to produce the overall effect on the ear and brain of the listener. They are written, often, to be read aloud, even shouted out, statement by statement, encouraging the listener to engage with the creation of meaning. My style is to appeal more to the inner ear, the inner voice, to get inside the head of the reader. I have learnt a lot from this collaboration, specifically concerning the phonetics of poetry and the necessity not to under-estimate the audience's ability to leap across chasms of meaning. Anyroadup, I'm glad that some of the poets on here liked the resultant poem.

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 12th Mar 2020 15:13

👍

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Don Matthews

Thu 12th Mar 2020 10:17

Oh ..and I thought all along it was Sally?
I wonder why she left?

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Brian Maryon

Thu 12th Mar 2020 10:14

John, I was always intrigued with BS's use of words, but each line seemed to be a statement in its own right and didn't follow on from the previous line or into the following line. So whilst I may have liked individual lines, I did not like his poems as a whole. Just my view John...I know others raved about him.

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 12th Mar 2020 10:11

Well the title's a little provocative I'll say that. Presumably that's your intention!

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poemagraphic

Thu 12th Mar 2020 10:09

😂

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John Marks

Thu 12th Mar 2020 09:56

Thanks, as ever, Po. Brian, his clothes wouldn't fit. Big guy in all respects.

Collaboration. Jacob's original idea, my reworked words and title. Don't say anything about the actual poetry now, will you?

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poemagraphic

Thu 12th Mar 2020 08:26

The Big Guy still ROCKS!

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poemagraphic

Thu 12th Mar 2020 08:23

What a terrible loss.

Here we go again it seems...


Well its all down to choice.

You can't run with the pack and hunt with hounds.

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Brian Maryon

Thu 12th Mar 2020 07:37

Ah yes I remember Big Sal. Is this one of his John, or are you wearing his clothes?

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