Praise be for PFFA

[mindsweeper]

I've just hopped back into the poetry site I left in favour of PFFA.

Here (http://pub95.ezboard.com/ffriendlymusingsfrm12)

I was thinking of trying a retro post but on reading recent contributions there, I became aware of how far I have travelled with PFFA as my guide, and how static are the types of post on this site and how ill-suited my current work would be amongst all the shards and souls and hearts and moon-weepers. I guess it's the same at a hundred other sites where anodyne crit is the norm. The impulse to post receded pretty damn quick!

The beauty of PFFA is that it offers the potential for improvement and frowns upon the regurgitation of sub-standard work. It allows no concessions, is honest, informative and the best site that I have discovered for the would-be poet to learn the craft.

So thanks to all who keep this site running - I am in your debt.

Ruth

[Rik Roots]

That was a gorgeous, delicate yet insightful post, Ruth. Thanks so much for sharing it with us!

Touching your aura with love ...

[arthur_henry]

Your aura is purple, Rik. I can feel it in my hart and my sole.

[Rachel Bunting]

Hear here. (Isn't that it? I never can get that right.)

I didn't post anywhere else before PFFA, but after, I checked a few places. Though I saw some fellow PFFAers floating about a few other sites, I haven't found any forums that quite match this one.

Nice job, Bela and mods.

Rachel

[Roge]

Praise Be Indeed!

Which deity should I direct my humble praise to? Is there a mega Mod-God or is Bela the Super Dude and the Mods merely angels? It is easy to confuse a tin-foil hat and a halo you know.

Roge
who also appreciates the mental break from work as well.

[TanyaLS]

Being there are so many clouds in the sky, I am glad there's at least the ray of Pffa to brighten my days.

Tanya:)
sap-happy

[Dunc]

Be careful, Rikky-lad. Right now, right here in Sydney, a number of Rugby League chappies are receiving expensive legal advice about keeping your touches off other folks' auras &c.

Just a friendly word to the wise, a course / Dunc

[mindsweeper]

Touching your aura with love ...

My God! I've just realised I've been touched up! Could I bring a law suit for sexual harrassment? What's it worth? A couple of mill? (Quid, not dollars, BTW)

Ruth

[Alasdair]

Originally posted by mindsweeper
I was thinking of trying a retro post but on reading recent contributions there, I became aware of how far I have travelled with PFFA as my guide, and how static are the types of post on this site and how ill-suited my current work would be amongst all the shards and souls and hearts and moon-weepers.

Yup. I looked at one poem as a tester and saw a piece that ended as below:

You thrash, I dance,
you threaten, I cry,
the sickness is in the interpertation,
repression, ambiguity,
future lives drowning in the dreamer,
two minds lost to their own demise
reflecting personal tragedies,

too brief did love take wing and die,

your oppression is my freedom,
sorry love, I cannot stay any longer

and they cried in the heavens

Which received the following biting critiques:

1 *Speechless … I applaud the poetess whole-heartedly* Beauty .. even in pain your pen spills lovely

2 One to touch the hearts of many. Sensitively scribed, RB! The angels have cried many tears for this world...

Although I was left wondering who is Wing and where did Love take him? Abortion and Adoption is a long way from their standard fare.

Alasdair

[Autumn]

Originally posted by mindsweeper
My God! I've just realised I've been touched up! Could I bring a law suit for sexual harrassment? What's it worth? A couple of mill? (Quid, not dollars, BTW)

You'll get over it, Ruth. Some while ago, I remembered being touched by an angel (of some sort) in a not too faraway palace.

[Alasdair]

Originally posted by Autumn
Some while ago, I remembered being touched by an angel (of some sort) in a not too faraway palace.
Interesting. I'm not sure if that will inspire a poem for Spiritual or Erotic - let me know how it progresses.

Cheers,

Alasdair

[Autumn]

Originally posted by Alasdair
Interesting. I'm not sure if that will inspire a poem for Spiritual or Erotic - let me know how it progresses.

Ah! But the 'toucher' is the better poet. Still, I'll let you know if a poem does spring up.

Cheers too,
Autumn

[Rik Roots]

Originally posted by Autumn
Ah! But the 'toucher' is the better poet. Still, I'll let you know if a poem does spring up.

Cheers too,
Autumn

Ah, dear sweet darkangelsoulpoet. I remember him with fondness. I think of him as a poet struggling to escape from a teenage-acne-minimum-wage-burger-shop-assistant shell. His ouevre is certainly magnificent. Who could forget the incomparable beauty of present, or the way he confronted his inner demons in Echoes in my mind?

He stopped posting to the Pink Palace quite a while ago. I've heard rumours that he has moved on to greater things, and now works full time in a well known chain of pizza restaurants.

For posterity, I've collected together some of his greatest works:


Echoes in my mind

This new room, it echoes
like the screaming skull
down the hall. Are you

awake in here yet? Do
we need to phone the care
takers to take care they're

not late? I'm ready to
open my heart to you
in this new room.
Shall we dance ?


present

I new you liked
chocolate so i brought
you a bowl with candy sticks
sticking, out the sides
and crunchy bits round
the edge but you
shouldnt have larghed at
me when it
broke..... Next time i by
you a present it will be wrapped
in paper and ribbons and stuff
and you wont notice the
scorpion insideit until
its hanging of youre arm
pumping its
poison
into, youre hart


Mall

i wanted to go down the mall
with you cuz theres these neat trainers
on sail and some tops I knoe you like
and now ive gotten settled in my ne3w
job and payday was yesterday i had
it all planned yuou know so

I couldnt take it when you belled me
to tell me you didnt want to be seen with
me again cuz im a loser like you pull down
a wage dude!! What did i do? F*** youre
dog? i mean i love you! i even let you
play connect the dots on my face and

j always gave youre pals smokes when you
asked me and the ring i brought you for
your nose wernt no plastic shit i know
why you jacked me becuz your bich girlfriends
dont like me. well fu** them and **ck you
and youre dog. im still gonna buy the trainers!


So hard :(

I went to school and stole sume paper
and a pen with ink to write you a poem

I went to the mall and begged some cash
to buy you a flouwer - red love petals

I went to the garden and sat by youre
grave and told you my poem
put your rose in a
vase and
cryed.


Stain

Theres this stain on my satin sheet
where you used to lie. You lied
to me. I bought you roses but you poisoned
the vase. I tied my heart to your ankle
but you ripped my guts out with your
uncaring, sharpened hoof.

Let me take this knife and slit my tongue
in half. I am half of nothing. I am half
of less than nothing, wasting away
now youve deserted me. Who will I cuddle
when the hurtful sun shines briughtest?
Where will milk for my coco come since
you took your udders away. I miss
your bleat, my devilgoat. I kiss
the stain on my satin sheets
and wait for death to end me!


House

Moms are best - if mine hadnt
thrown me out for porking the
fat girl from the deli on her
bed id never ve found this place
with it's peling wallpaper and door
hanging off the wardrobe like
a flappy poster for the last
Star Wars film which used to
guard my sleep but now covers
my table with my chair tucked
under and my dirty dishes in
my sink and thre fat girls
best friend sitting on my floor
with her hand pulling her dress
over her smiling face - thanx mom!


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[Autumn]

Lol! darkangelsoulpoet's poems put the smile back on my face after a tough day at work. Thanks for posting them, Rik. Hehe.

Autumn
[size=0.5]who hasn't visited the Pink Palace for quite a while[/size]

[Alasdair]

Rik,

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Those were hilarious; is a poem ever so bad it becomes good? It takes some real individuality to use phrases like What did i do? F*** youre dog? and porking the fat girl from the deli.

If I knew which ummm, poets I guess, wrote such humourous pieces I'd check out the Pink Palace now and then.

Cheers,

Alasdair