I perceive that your frustration is not with "bad poetry" but the unteachable sprit of your student (s). Have patience, my friend, we were all young once.
...Which is exactly why I don't write poetry. I rhyme really well; as for my meter, it SUCKS EGGS! LOL And I'm happiest doing stories anyway! :) Leave the poetry to those who can do it; I for one will stick to stories! Well done, Dallas, I hear ya!
My shirt would probably say, "World's Worst Critic"! LOL
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn the StoryTeller. :D
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on August 11, 2009
I'm going to get a t-shirt that says "NOUN" on it. It would fit me well. Those pronouns are like wild hyenas!
I AM GLAD YOU EXPLAINED WHAT CACOPHONY MEANS...BECAUSE I WAS ON MY WAY TO MY DICTIONARY...WHICH BY THE WAY I DO KEEP NEARBY. IN ANY CASE, I AM GLAD THAT I AM NOT IN YOUR SHOES...TO HAVE TO JUDGE ANOTHER'S POETRY...ANOTHER'S HEART AND WAY OF EXPRESSING THEMSELVES...BASED ON YOUR PERSONAL ACQUIRED 'TASTES' IS A HEAVY BURDEN AND ALL I CAN SAY IS...GOD NEVER GIVES US A BURDEN...WE CANNOT BEAR AND MAY HE STRENGTHEN YOU AND ENLIGHTEN YOU AS YOU DO 'HIS' WILL AND NOT YOURS. BLESSINGS AND THANKS FOR SHARING.
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Yours or theirs??!! :)) Poetic pride is a beast to self, let alone anyone else who is unfortunate enough to have cause to counter it. You have doubtless earned your spurs and your laurels, Dallas. Now to warm yourself on the pyre of poetic pretensions! A stiff neck and an unteachable spirit soon don an asses head... Very controlled ranting here! Nice summation. xx
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My shirt would probably say, "World's Worst Critic"! LOL
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn the StoryTeller. :D
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS