Starrchild777• Show poetry

OK, so I have been meandering through AP-Land since the beginning of 2007. Some things I like and some I don't. Wow, sounds like life doesn't it. teheheh
For all of you who do comment on my poems, thank-you & thank-you for your time in both reading and typing your comment. In most cases I will not comment back because the poem is in a contest. I will however often comment back in a message, especially if what you say grabs my attention. At other times I will look up your poems and comment on them. Believe me, this too me is a far greater compliment than replying to your comment.

I sincerely wish that people would learn there is more legitimate ways to spell words than they way your mamma taught you or what passes for a dictionary in computer-land. The English language was born across the ocean. It does not start in America nor is how they spell the only correct way. (ok now the arrows come) Often times "American" spelling is a bastardized form or abbreviated from its origins.

Grammar/Punctuation -- these are not fixed artifacts in poetry. They are malleable. If all you know about grammar is what ur 3rd grade teacher taught you about prose, then I feel saddened for your loss. Poetry is meant to be seen, heard, and felt. If the devise used gets you the reader to think or feel or hear what the poet intended than that devise was correctly used. Saying that certain syntaxes can not be employed or this or that punctuation is missing or needed would be like telling "Elvis" he cant do a song with 2 total different beats/rhythm/melodies (Devil in disguise).

Now for the more personal stuff. Twice in my life I have gone through a poetic horrifying experience. I began writing poetry when I was 14. At that time is was sparadic and only from the deepest of emotions but it did begin to add up. When I was 23 I had all my designs(clothing/costume) stolen along with my poetry which equaled aprox. 500 pages worth of work. I was devastated but knew that life went on and I didn't want to miss the ride. My memory was very sharp back then and was able too pen some dozen poems(aprox.3000words)simply from memory. So, onward I charged and soon fell into a very prolific wrting period. This was my mental heyday! From that destructive maligned act until I was 32 I did pen some 2500 poems. Oh, I was enthralled with the world of poetry and all it contained. I was never satisfied with going to bed until just one more was read or written. Then, my world fell apart. An over-vindictive partner destroyed by fire all I had penned and in my possession tore apart and shrunk into magmma while breath-iin arctic air. Yes, nervous/mental breakdown occured and I was hospitalized, though unaware, for 4 months. Obviously I pulled through somehow (Probably the anger over the injustice) and began penning in spurts. A few years later I was able to recover 91 poems from various people who had a copy or two.

The muse does now visit in spurts but she is once more making her home anew within my bones. At present with those 91 I have maybe 320 poems only with another 50some in various states clean-up and marination.
I write with the purposeful intention of having minimum 3 specific meanings in my work. ok ok the rest will have to wait till later on. I need get to writing more poetry and showing the world I am back and me!!!