I've posted a new poem. Inspired by the 'V for Vandetta' movie, I tackled the letter "S" and decided to tell a story. I like for my reader to discern their own meaning of the poem/story but will post the meaning if it's not obvious and requested. I hope you enjoy and it inspires you!
Surely She Should...Standing, shaking, solemnly
searching for sweet
serendipitous Serenity.
My soul slashing, scratching, seizing,
standing.... Read more here
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in a nut shell it's about one man's search for love. He stands there amiss searching for love as his heart and soul yearns day after day. Friends and family give their two cents but to no avail so much so that silence (being alone), he contemplates, might be better than actually being in love. Many beautiful potential mates come his way and he is forced to ask himself whether he should speak to them, or just admire them from afar. So many lovers he sees that he reminds himself to remain selective, yet because of the selection process there are not many to choose from. When suddenly along comes the girl of his dreams that he starts to admire. he would give up his everythign to be with her if she would but notice him, but alas she has not noticed him and how he cannot understand why love has treated him this way. He is in pain and he hopes that if for no other reason than him being in pain that she will finally notice him.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
I dread reading...
So, I've been writing since I was a rather small child. I fell in love with words sometime around my high school years. I began writing poetry once "love" reared it's ugly side- which again, was around high school days. I started writing horror at an early age because I was most interested in Stephen King.. and coincidentally, his books and Poe's stories were a great inspiration to me early on. There were many more, but that is not the intent of this blog... this blog will be a bit of a venting session because quite frankly I feel like I will explode if I read another dreaded ill-written poem!!
I used to teach creative writing, and back then I got paid to read people's horrible, ghastly poems and stories. Let me be clear, I'm not talking about JUST punctuation (that was usually the least of the dread) , I'm talking about originality, voice, flow, development, structure etc. Back then and still today, I just could not and cannot comprehend how people could write such horrible "sounding" poems and stories! My outlet was that my creative writing class was known as a very "hard" class and you had to have some serious guts in order to take my class. Most people didn't stay and most quit. But the ones that did stay became much better writers and went on to write great stories and poetry. I was so critical of what was passed onto my desk I often wondered if I was just too obscene with my corrections. I would turn in stories that were half full of red marks and suggestions and corrections. Only 'half full" because across the top of most papers I would write the infamous, "I could not stomach to read the rest." (Most papers I could only make it half way through) So there is a little preface to this blog...
So here is why I might explode.... I've recently joined an online writing community, and I've posted just a few poems of old that are to my liking, and decided to browse other poems that are within the community. I really didn't have high hopes, but considering this is an actual writing community, I figured I'd find one or two that could keep my attention. WRONG! I browsed for a while, and could usually only make it through the first couple lines. I literally asked myself, "Do they even READ these themselves?- out loud??!" One way to correct a poem is to read it out loud. Once you read it out loud you will notice flow and voice errors. These authors I suspect were not taking advantage of that very simple tool. BUT - it got worse!! After the poems I would scroll down and read the tons and tons of accolades left in the form of comments on these pages and pages of horrible "poems"! The accolades upset me more than the poem themselves because it only served to reinforce bad writing! But then I figured something out.. on a few of the ones that had tons of comments I noticed that the profile picture was of an attractive woman. Then I noticed most of the comments were from men. Is there a connection?- I believe so. Now, with ALLLLLL that said... I know some of you may think: 'Well poetry is personal and it can sound like whatever the author wants'... and to you I say very simply.. look at Poe, or Shakespeare, or Hughes, Cummings, Frost, Langston etc... and you will read flow, word choice, voice, structure, punctuation, development. I don't claim to be a Master Poet, but I do look to these for inspiration and purpose. I think I read through (at least a few stanzas) of over 20 poems. So yes, I dread reading any further but will continue my search to find a diamond in the rough.
I used to teach creative writing, and back then I got paid to read people's horrible, ghastly poems and stories. Let me be clear, I'm not talking about JUST punctuation (that was usually the least of the dread) , I'm talking about originality, voice, flow, development, structure etc. Back then and still today, I just could not and cannot comprehend how people could write such horrible "sounding" poems and stories! My outlet was that my creative writing class was known as a very "hard" class and you had to have some serious guts in order to take my class. Most people didn't stay and most quit. But the ones that did stay became much better writers and went on to write great stories and poetry. I was so critical of what was passed onto my desk I often wondered if I was just too obscene with my corrections. I would turn in stories that were half full of red marks and suggestions and corrections. Only 'half full" because across the top of most papers I would write the infamous, "I could not stomach to read the rest." (Most papers I could only make it half way through) So there is a little preface to this blog...
So here is why I might explode.... I've recently joined an online writing community, and I've posted just a few poems of old that are to my liking, and decided to browse other poems that are within the community. I really didn't have high hopes, but considering this is an actual writing community, I figured I'd find one or two that could keep my attention. WRONG! I browsed for a while, and could usually only make it through the first couple lines. I literally asked myself, "Do they even READ these themselves?- out loud??!" One way to correct a poem is to read it out loud. Once you read it out loud you will notice flow and voice errors. These authors I suspect were not taking advantage of that very simple tool. BUT - it got worse!! After the poems I would scroll down and read the tons and tons of accolades left in the form of comments on these pages and pages of horrible "poems"! The accolades upset me more than the poem themselves because it only served to reinforce bad writing! But then I figured something out.. on a few of the ones that had tons of comments I noticed that the profile picture was of an attractive woman. Then I noticed most of the comments were from men. Is there a connection?- I believe so. Now, with ALLLLLL that said... I know some of you may think: 'Well poetry is personal and it can sound like whatever the author wants'... and to you I say very simply.. look at Poe, or Shakespeare, or Hughes, Cummings, Frost, Langston etc... and you will read flow, word choice, voice, structure, punctuation, development. I don't claim to be a Master Poet, but I do look to these for inspiration and purpose. I think I read through (at least a few stanzas) of over 20 poems. So yes, I dread reading any further but will continue my search to find a diamond in the rough.
I Will Not Chase Love
This is one of my all time favorite poems. I wrote it during a time of great heartache.. in fact I wrote it (and several poems) a few nights after the heartbreak occurred. I reflect upon that night and can still see the rage in my heart as I wrote this. The premise of the poem was that I was not going to keep going after her, that I was not going to keep allowing my heart to yearn for her , but as I got to the end of the poem I realized that for her, I just might make an exception to the rule. I hope you enjoy.
I Will Not Chase Love
Robert Hutchinson
Oh how the hallowed winds stretch across the moonlit sky
Beneath a thousand twinkling stars,
And Oh how my heart sings its' heartfelt cries
Where love again has left its' jagged scars.
The resounding drops of the morning rain.... read more here
Saturday, June 25, 2011
5 WORST FIRST DATE IDEAS!
You have surely read the TOP 5 Great and Creative First Date Ideas previously posted, and that got you well on your way to a relationship! But let us cover all our bases to ensure for a most romantic first date! So as a precaution, I've included the top 5 WORST first date Ideas written below. These first date ideas should be ...read more here.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
5 Great and Creative First Date Ideas On Budget!
Well played good Sir! You mustered the courage to walk up and start chatting with the beautiful girl you have had your eye on for some time now. Bravo! And in-spite of yourself and your trembling voice she actually said, wait for it... "Yes"! Well played indeed. But now dear Sir, the pressure is mounting because you want most desirably to impress her upon your first date impression! The stress alone could be overwhelming but I say Fear Not! Instead, choose one of the 5 great and creative first date ideas from below and let the wooing begin! Each date is designed not only to impress your date and keep you within a limited budget, but has also been executed by yours truly with experience tips and warnings of each date listed. Remember, you only get a first chance to make a lasting impression! Good Luck to you Sir!
1. Clue Hunt:This is a great date but will take a lot of preparation! After you pick her up explain that she will be going on a Clue Hunt! She will love it, trust me! Explain that she will first be given a clue and that with your help.... read more
1. Clue Hunt:This is a great date but will take a lot of preparation! After you pick her up explain that she will be going on a Clue Hunt! She will love it, trust me! Explain that she will first be given a clue and that with your help.... read more
Thursday, June 16, 2011
A Mother's Love
The search for the missing boy extended from hours into days. Parents, teachers, and friends were all scared that the little boy would never be found. Exhausted, they searched everywhere that a little boy might be - even in the dark and dreary basement. The constant acknowledgment ringing in their ears that perhaps he had been kidnapped brought fourth their worst fears, their anger, their sadness and their guilt.
Of all the people searching there was none so alone and so afraid as the little boy's mother. Her heart and mind was tormented with the "what if" syndrome. If only she had paid more atteniotion to him, she thought, if only she had listened more closely to him. If only she been there for him just as she always promised she would be, then perhaps, she would be holding her little one. But deep in her heart she knew that she was never a good mother.. She knew that this was all her fault. Even still, she hesitated to admit that she didn't pay attention to him; consequently, at this very moment she had no idea where her son was. With every voice screaming her son's name (each one seeming louder than the previous), chills trickled down her spine. It was Joyce Walker's scream that shrieked through her soul and caused her to come crashing to the ground. It was then that this mother of the little missing boy made a promise to her Higher Being. She knelt down and promised that if her son was found, she would love him the way a mother should always love a child. She would in fact cherish him.
Thirty-four minutes after that prayer, her son was found. Her prayers had been answered and now she would fulfill her end of the pact. Tears of joy washed down her face as she ran to where her little boy was. She was only fifteen feet away when she realized her worst fears. Her son lay dead. A note was beside him: "I luv u Mommy! U r the Best Mommy!!! I hope this what u ment when u wishd I was never born." Her little boy was only 8 years old.
-Robert Hutchinson
Of all the people searching there was none so alone and so afraid as the little boy's mother. Her heart and mind was tormented with the "what if" syndrome. If only she had paid more atteniotion to him, she thought, if only she had listened more closely to him. If only she been there for him just as she always promised she would be, then perhaps, she would be holding her little one. But deep in her heart she knew that she was never a good mother.. She knew that this was all her fault. Even still, she hesitated to admit that she didn't pay attention to him; consequently, at this very moment she had no idea where her son was. With every voice screaming her son's name (each one seeming louder than the previous), chills trickled down her spine. It was Joyce Walker's scream that shrieked through her soul and caused her to come crashing to the ground. It was then that this mother of the little missing boy made a promise to her Higher Being. She knelt down and promised that if her son was found, she would love him the way a mother should always love a child. She would in fact cherish him.
Thirty-four minutes after that prayer, her son was found. Her prayers had been answered and now she would fulfill her end of the pact. Tears of joy washed down her face as she ran to where her little boy was. She was only fifteen feet away when she realized her worst fears. Her son lay dead. A note was beside him: "I luv u Mommy! U r the Best Mommy!!! I hope this what u ment when u wishd I was never born." Her little boy was only 8 years old.
-Robert Hutchinson
Saturday, June 11, 2011
A Kiss
My lips to yours' wakes my soul,
My lips to yours’ tell a secret that only my heart knows.
Such grace as our eyes close
And share a breath...
Words lose meaning and mean even less.
Lost in rapture of a perfect dance,
when two lovers leap and take a chance.
A first kiss not outdone by the second-
a third kiss and surely the fourth one beckons!
No day shall ever find
a reason why,
no star could ever shine so divine...
A million poets could try-
but would fall every time,
When into rhyme they try to harness the
Passion of your lips pressed
against mine.
Robert Hutchinson
My lips to yours’ tell a secret that only my heart knows.
Such grace as our eyes close
And share a breath...
Words lose meaning and mean even less.
Lost in rapture of a perfect dance,
when two lovers leap and take a chance.
A first kiss not outdone by the second-
a third kiss and surely the fourth one beckons!
No day shall ever find
a reason why,
no star could ever shine so divine...
A million poets could try-
but would fall every time,
When into rhyme they try to harness the
Passion of your lips pressed
against mine.
Robert Hutchinson
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