Passion and Pain

Written for the competition "Fuck Plagiarists" in the forums. JJ

Frustrating when someone claims our work for theirs, Poetryman. Relatable read.

Thank you for commenting oh Graceful one! JJ

sincerely spoken in well crafted poetics...

Thanks for commenting John, appreciated! JJ

I love the opening lines:
They're not just some words to be stolen
But the meter beating within my heart
On the pages of my passion
Spilled while the wounds were still left open
In black and white and deepest red bled the colors of my art
Overall the poem is a remarkable showing of frustration against plagiarists, yet still compassionate in some ways to the extent of sharing your verses.

As long as you got them registered with the US Library of Congress which I think you always do, there's no need for worries JJ.

Thanks for commenting EBV! There are those who think the Lo c reg is a waste of time, but if your work ever gets stolen, as my brothers did, a court will not decide in your favor without it but they are compelled to find in your favor if you are lucky enough to have some other acceptable for of copyright, such as mailing it to yourself and having the sealed envelop with a post mark in it, but you will get no money. They only award you money if you have it officially copyright registered with the LoC. My brother did not and a famous band made millions on a hit single he wrote. They gave him nothing. Totally changed my opinion of them and made me cover my own ads. It's not hard to do and if you put them all in one collection you only have to pay for that collection. Fortunately I now have a publisher making my books for me that takes care or the registration. But I did my own before the books got published over ten years ago. Now every time I revise the books it gets done immediately. You can never be too careful, especially if someone perceives value in your work. JJ

I love this work, Poetryman, luv :-* ~

When I came by the first time and read it, I loved it and now upon rereading it, I still do and perhaps more yet, luv, for you speak to the heart of things.

Poetry is deeply personal: for me, at least, an outpouring of the soul. It wells forth no matter how seemingly trivial, it is intrinsic to me, emanating from deep within. Sometimes, it feels birthed from my marrow or torn from depths I did not know I contained...

You speak to this so eloquently and evocatively. Thank you, luv. :-*

Thank you Savaja, I appreciate you very kind comment. I have been writing about my feelings for poetry ever since I started writing it. Some others I have posted here that you might like on the topic are:

Death Of A Virgin

Artificial Artists (State Of The Art)

Artificial Artists (X-Reprise)

Tragedy

Artists Are Lonely  

Philosophy Therefore Poetry

Evolution of Expression

Where Is My Muse?

Poet No More (prose)

Nobody Becomes an Artist

I read this in the comp and thought you nailed it!
I love how passionately you pen, no matter the topic.

"They're not just some words to be stolen
But the meter beating within my heart
On the pages of my passion
Spilled while the wounds were still left open
In black and white and deepest red bled the colors of my art"<---Powerful! My favorite part...Xo

You flatter me Rain, but don't stop, I love it when you do... Thank you! JJ

loved those beginning words that stamp out and set the tone, then this line continued to haunt me long after..
'Yet through all of that you can still borrow my verse "
simply sublime......sigh

Thank you for commenting Feenix, and the add...! JJ