Omouse and Liarbyrd's Guide to Bad Poetry

Omouse and Liarbyrd's Guide to Bad Poetry



Comparision of Two Poems of Omouse's

Bad Poetry Page Guide to Spotting Good Poetry



Comparision of Two Poems of Omouse's

One day after a trip to London and St. Paul's Cathedral, Omouse wrote two poems to show Liarbyrd over breakfast. (Oh the wonders of dorm food!) While wandering down in the crypt, a phrase ran up to Omouse and smacked in the head so hard she had to write them down on the back of her little "Welcome to St. Paul's Cathedral" brochure. The two following poems were written from those lines... the first one... well... it was a disaster and basically just is a ripe candidate for The Bad Poetry Page. The second, Omouse entered as one of her 5 poems for the T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize. (Which she won! Yeah! Money even!) These two poems are proof that you can write good poetry most of the time, but every once in a while a bad poems slips in... or more likely, you may write bad poetry most of the time, and occasionally a good one pops up. The problem with either theory is sorting the good and the bad... which this page is dedicated to... so with out further ado. The Poems.




The First St. Paul's Poem
that never received a title
because it was That Bad.

by Omouse

Old forgotten men who lie beneath the floor
whose names have long since disapeared
carve them deep for me so a hundred years
won't wear them away

Even the stone fades and crumbles
Statues lose limbs
and slabs become ageless
perhaps you may hang me on the wall
where my words will remain
but if you must place me in the floor.
carve them deep for me so a hundred years
won't wear them away

And if you find my words hold true long
after I am gone as they may seem true to me today
carve them deep for me so a hundred years
won't wear them away



Johny Boy

by Omouse

John Donne looked silly
standing on a huge urn and dressed
in a shroud that made him look like
a wimpy Virgin Mary.

We gave a hard discerning stare
to the girl who asked who he was.

Of all the monuments I've seen in the past few months
I must say this was definitely the silliest.
St. Peter's Basilica and the immortal works of Mikey,
Napolean's Tomb (whose giant sarcophogus was quite amusing)
Westminster Abbey (I can't believe they put chairs over Charles Dickens)
and Thomas's Cathedral (whose monks practically invented tourism).

But silly as Johny Boy's statue is, it has remained
Through the plague and fire and war
he's kept his balace atop that jug.
(Unlike the poor guy who lost his legs)
Unworn by time,
Donne's features contrast the stone slabs
that have been worn away by constant trampling tourists.
I you happen to stick me in the floor when I am gone
(although I think Donne's got it made with his silly statue)
Make sure the words hold true.
Carve them deep for me,
so I hundred years won't wear them away.


So why is one so bad and the other good? Here's Omouse's Answer:

The first on tries to make itself epic, some sort of ballad with a repeating refrain. It doesn't work. Poems work better with specific details that make them concrete. Give your characters names and circumstances rather than universal pronouns. The first poem is all telling. There's no details that really draws in the reader. It strives for something abstract and falls short... really short. Don't be too pretentious. If you were meant to write like Keats and Shelley you would have been born a century or too ago, and you'd be doomed to die young.

Here's Liarbyrd's Answer:

What so wrong with the first poem? Just look at it. It's cute. It has a stated purpose and meaning. Poetry should never ever TELL you how to feel. Shows, yes. But mostly, it sparks the imagination with a phrase or an interesting way to put something that you've never really thought of before. When you think, 'Why didn't I say that!' That's good poetry. The first poem is…an attempt.

The vocabulary is limited. (A poet needs a thesaurus!) Old, forgotten, crumbles, fades, ageless, years…Yes, we get the point. Time decays. What an original idea. The limited vocabulary is aggravating, to say the most. It's not an original arrangement of the words. The first poem is exactly what anyone else out there could have written. There is no real detail. It's all fluff and dangerously flirts to finding a meaning at the end.



Bad Poetry Page Guide to Spotting Good Poetry

by Liarbyrd


So, if I know so much, Ms University Student, then what makes good poetry? Lots of stuff. Too much to mention. Too much to even list. Just as an equally varied amount of stuff can make a poem bad, it can also make a poem good. Let's review a few important clues.

Rule one: Personality needs to shine through. You wrote this, no one else. Don't mimic the style after another writer. You're better than that. Find your voice. Your perspective. Even if you think you're a fairly dull indi, there has to be something about that merits verse. If this isn't the case, you wouldn't even be trying to write in the first place, would you? Find your voice. Tired but true.

Secondly, as Omouse said, name things. Tactile detail. These details will make a phrase priceless. It takes an 'Oh, that's nice' phrase to 'Fuck, that's brilliant!' Abstract concepts do not go over well. You, I, he, she, his, hers, whatever. Pronouns are bad. If your talking about a guy named Ross, say 'Ross.' Name that ocean you're meditating on. Pacific? Irish Sea? Indian? Which one? A summer sky? Precisely which summer sky? The hard blue June sky of Kansas? Or the grey, softly damp June sky of England? Makes a difference. Without detail, what is supposed to be universal in truth becomes meaningless because it is so universal.

Thirdly, a good poem will make you see something common as extraordinary. The tilt of perspective, tucking your head between your legs at looking behind you, just to see what you can see. The poet does not find a 'nicer' or 'prettier' way of saying what has already been said. The poet finds something new to say. A new way of saying what has already been said before because, let's face it, it's all been said before.

Fourth: imagination. I know, it's wrapped up with personality and perspective, but some people over look it. Imagination comes not with just being able to write something, it's comes with being able to bring that something away from the common place into the extraordinary. When the writer uses his/her imagination, so does the reader. And when the reader can imagine the scene that's been painted, when they become excited about what they've just read, then you're on to something.

Five: a thesaurus. This does not mean dig up fancy words than look really impressive on paper but you can't really use them in conversation. See, I said 'conversation' instead of 'while talking.' This is a clue. It entails expanding your vocabulary. Common words, used everyday, are fine, but the constant repetition of such an ordinary word, such as 'death', 'darkness,' etc, is boring. Never bore the readers. It's the kiss of death.

Five simple guidelines: personality, detail, perspective, imagination, and vocabulary. Oddly, these are also fairly sound advice for a good reader. Could it be that good readers make good writers?

Now, an example of all these elements in action.

My favourite example of the perfect poems comes not from a poem but from the rather poetic begins of the novel 'Lolita' by Vladimir Nabokov. The narrator considers the different meanings of the object of his affections name:

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

"She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."

The only thing separating that passage from a poem is line formation.

Lolita, light of my life,
Fire of my loins.
My sin, my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue
Making a trip of three steps down
To the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.

As you read, you mouth the words, feeling the pronunciation of Lolita. That's poetry. The line that gets me every time is 'standing four feet ten in one sock.' Just one? What happened to the other? I want to know. I can see the picture vividly. That's poetry. When you can see the story, having only been giving a handful of words with see the story with, when the imagination has been teased, then you'll know. You'll just know. Honestly.





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