Heard an old song the other day
The Beatles singing 'Hey,
you got to hide your love away'
and I thought of your poems
strange
how the pen and the heart betray
and are betrayed
so dangerously alluring
a little shocking
like a glimpse of torn stocking
He stole your words
like a piece of your heart
but what can he do with them
without your passion
or your rage?
His ink cannot bleed
on the page
the words are not his blood
he cannot steal your brushstrokes
their beauty is between the lines
it must be seen by prying eyes
they lay you bare
like a shy centrefold
whilst I, like a bold child
reach for the high shelf
expecting a slap
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Plagiarism sucks
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words can be stolent talent not....
I was expecting to read something about sexual abuse, or emotional abuse in exchange I found this about confidence abuse.it is a lot of sad and painful when you realize someone you trusted your feelings,time, secretS, fears and deep emotions into talked or written words USE YOU.Use you re ideas, use your words, use somehow the emotions and experienceS wich originated this work to"create" or COPY them and after have the face to publish or show or wathever...
iT s so sad I was not afected to show my poems to almost anyone.Only to some friends I knew since teen ager...these kind of people who seem to know and understand everything about you.people "you can trust"
Now, shes a writer, a poetress...And she broke relationship with me....
take you re own conclutions!!!!
I call it "SPIRITUAL RAPE or DESPOXATION"
Words can be stolen, a girl can be turn to a cow and a thief a poetess...
loved the way you describe it.
having values it is painfull sometimes.
patience!!!
LUDMILA607
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Whether it's the poet's own unique "words" and "brushstrokes" that have been stolen, or perhaps the poet is musing on the theft of someone else's inimitable "beauty...between the lines", this disgusted put-down of plagiarised work works for me.
The poem is something like a deconstructed thought - the poet openly exposes, and even enters himself into, his thinking processes - the beams of the poem are bare, so to say, and deliberately so...and excellently so. It begins with a Beatles' line, goes through the disappointment of a plagiarism (which can never equal the blood of the original, no matter how carefully the thief tries), and ends with that child surreptiously reaching up for the hidden, forbidden centerfold: "you got to hide your love away..." up there on "the high shelf."
Lots of layered thought in this poem, John, and I was with you all the way until those final three lines. Try as I might, I couldn't get the connection of them with the rest of the poem - I so wanted that "I" to be "you" - the plagiarist getting slapped for reaching up for what's not his to see and steal from its hiding place, the original poem. That's the best I could do with those final three lines, John. I must be missing something, but what?
Still, the point of the poem is deftly and poetically made, as your notes say: plagiarism sucks, not only because it's a cheap way to write, but even more because it's, as the poem says, "a betrayal..." that can never equal the bleeding of the original.
Later...
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Tisk Tisk
It seems as if somebody got caught with their hand in your cookie jar? I've been plagiarised once and it sucked, luckily it was one of the first things I'd written so I'm sure they're worse off for having it. LoL At least that's the way I'd like to lok at it. I hope it wasn't something you miss dearly, Good poem with great imagery.
TTYL
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This is beautiful, kiddo...
and so tender.
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Has someone plagiarised you???
I hope not..Thats bloody awful..always a fear of mine in a way..
I liked the poem though >W<
an important topic in a way where you gave it true emotion in this piece....truth...
Some really strong words here...quite thought provoking too..I liked the His ink cannot bleed stanza.
Well hope your okay friend and another good write regardless of topic etc
Cindy
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