Who is your favorite living American poet?

Question: Who is your favorite living American poet!?

CHOLESTEROL AND COOK-BOOK POETS
by Dr!. Glenn Robert Swetman

The effeminate men who boil their words
and throw the fat and juices down the drain
ask me to do the same—to serve a sane
and healthful three lean squares, to pluck my birds
of paradise and cook and serve them stark
and wholesome as a boiled New-England dinner!.
And then they want the gravy to be thinner
than tea boiled from sassafras and birch bark!.
If I were indigent, perhaps I could
live without nutmeg, pepper, parsley, thyme;
and if my taste were beggared then it would
content itself with harsh masculine rhyme,
nouns, verbs, and other wholesome food!. I should
not, however, dine there a second time!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:

Although I like many of the poets on here, and hope some like my work too, I'd have to say in appreciation sheer, My favourite is Maya Angelou!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

In order to please a critic - should one sacrifice one self's expression of thought!? I think not - and neither do you!. A well penned rebuttal ?

The Crows

By David Michael Jackson

The criticism struck
into him like a butter knive
slides
through butter
he was butter itself
in the other man’s hands
so he looked out the window
and watched the blackbirds

weaving a tapestry in
the sky
They chased a hawk on the winds
swooping to bite at his body
as he tried to elude them
Caw Caw Caw they cried!.
Caw Caw Caw
His eyes returned to find more criticism
in the look on the man’s face
The hawk flew steadfastly
and tried no more to evade
The crows picked and picked until
finally the hawk
slowly
faded into the sky
and the crows returned
to wait
More criticism struck home this time
“Do you understand me, Mister!?”
“Yes
I believe
I
do”Www@QuestionHome@Com

At whom are you a finger pointing!?
What rascal would ask this of thee!?
No-one with whom I am acquainted
Would ever so parsimonious be!.
Rich gravies which run down the chin
To stain the waistcoat of the thin
Would be the sauce you will find here
Feminine rhymes like butterflies fluttering
Will quickly suppress any macho muttering!.
I have no idea where this rhyme is going
So, will abruptly end it here!.

My favourite living American poet is TD Euwaite!.!.!.!.do I get 10 points for unadulterated sychophanticism!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

I LOVED this, for if I understood it correctly, it laments all the rules and rigidity in 'proper' poetry, perfectly meeting the standards of form and meter!.!.!.!.and yearns for a full meal, the expression that, as Buk would say, bleeds on the page!.!.!.!.!.!.just throw the words down and get a REACTION from the reader!.
THAT is the meal for which I'll return to dine a second time!
(Forgive my ignorance if I mistook it's meaning!.)

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I would say the many faces of "Anon" (who looks a lot like Hydropro) he always comes out with something different every time!.

I love this poem!. There is a certain bird flip to formality within this poem!. I'm with GS if that be the case!. (anyone who has a street and various facilities named after him can't be all bad)Www@QuestionHome@Com

I'm with Elaine on this although, I really wish I could write at least one poem like it :(

I really have no favorite poet, I am however attracted to original works and the extremely unique :)

(dang, that made me hungry and I'm on a diet! :D)Www@QuestionHome@Com

That's a brilliant poem!. He's my favorite living poet that I had no idea existed until about a year ago!.

(my favorite living poet that I knew about already is Louise Gluck)Www@QuestionHome@Com

I am speaking to the poem, not to the question!!

This poem gives too much food for thought to fully comment here!. It must be read several times to uncloak its many layers of meaning!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

George Dubya

I have to ponder deeply at everything he says!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This poem made me think of a pastrami sandwich!. Higher praise I cannot give!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

john ashbery!.

but sharon olds also commands a deal of respect:Www@QuestionHome@Com

Great poems on this page!.
I will add another!.!.!.!.

At The Door
by David Wagoner

All actors look for them-the defining moments
When what a character does is what he is!.
The script may say, He goes to the door
And exits or She goes out the door stage left!.

But you see your fingers touching the doorknob,
Closing around it, turning it
As if by themselves!. The latch slides
Out of the strike-plate, the door swings on its hinges,
And you're about to take that step
Over the threshold into a different light!.

For the audience, you may simply be
Disappearing from the scene, yet in those few seconds
You can reach for the knob as the last object on earth
You wanted to touch!. Or you can take it
Warmly like the hand your father offered
Once in forgiveness and afterward
Kept to himself!.

Or you can stand there briefly, as bewildered
As by the door of a walk-in time-lock safe,
Stand there and stare
At the whole concept of shutness, like a rat
Whose maze has been rebaffled overnight,
Stand still and quiver, unable to turn
Around or go left or right!.

Or you can grasp it with a sly, soundless discretion,
Open it inch by inch, testing each fraction
Of torque on the spindles, on tiptoe
Slip yourself through the upright slot
And press the lock-stile silently
Back into its frame!.

Or you can use your shoulder
Or the hard heel of your shoe
And a leg-thrust to break it open!.

Or you can approach the door as if accustomed
To having all barriers open by themselves!.
You can wrench aside
This unauthorized interruption of your progress
And then leave it ajar
For others to do with as they may see fit!.

Or you can stand at ease
And give the impression you can see through
This door or any door and have no need
To take your physical self to the other side!.

Or you can turn the knob as if at last
Nothing could please you more, your body language
Filled with expectations of joy at where you're going,
Holding yourself momentarily in the posture
Of an awestruck pilgrim at the gate-though you know
You'll only be stepping out against the scrim
Or a wobbly flat daubed with a landscape,
A scribble of leaves, a hint of flowers,
The bare suggestion of a garden!.
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What say you of words
Can you not see music!?
The rhythmic syllables
with their musical notes,

vivid visions of rhythm
designed and formed
disyllables, trisyllables
accents long and short!.

written words musically
translated from simplicity
conducted, orchestrated
with meter; measured by time!.

waltzes, tangos, metal, rock,
oldies, classic, even hip hop;
they flow and ebb their tides
beautifully to my THOUGHTS!

Who is my favorite poet!?
I know not who that favorite is!.
I do so enjoy the works of others!.!.!.
my love of their words grow and I collect
their works in my own personal ebook!.

I saw the poetry in the dictionary and I carved
through the words until I set the poet in me free!.
Yes it was me that said that!.

add: my favorite poet person is Nancy Faulkner, not only for what she writes but also for what she does!.
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