DoRoThY - " the eyes, nose, ears, whole body is behind the curtain"...... You've taken this to the next level... I like it....But not your frustration level

Comment is about Look At Me Damn You (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

The landscape may be barren but the lines are rich in their
descriptive power. Another aspect of the old adage about beauty
being in the eye of the beholder, perhaps?

Comment is about 'The grass, the empty sky, the wish for water' (article)

Original item by Greg Freeman

Nigel You Diamond Geezer!

Comment is about Rough Diamond (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly

Keep chipping away
polished diamonds remove
self doubts away.

Comment is about Rough Diamond (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly

Dear O L Buzz 'ol possum connoisseur
We also have possums here too
They frisk around doin' their business
And annoying our pet kangaroo

They drop all their shit on our driveway
And have a nice meal on plum tree
They won't let us shoot the little buggers
Why? cos they're protected you see

Bloody possums....bloody authorities

Comment is about Possums (blog)

Original item by d.knape

Great stuff. Thank you for taking the leap to share...yes poets all...always love or love lost...nice to have a little sex in a poem every now and then and it is not as though you left it without a metaphor. It does give new meaning though to the line, to die a thousand deaths...?

Comment is about La petite mort (blog)

Original item by Cynthia Buell Thomas

Learnt and still learning

Comment is about Another Happy Tuesday (blog)

Original item by Lisa C Bassignani

English meanings change with the wind, yep
Does wind here mean what blows intense?
Or that which blows out of ones orifice
The wind that we nicely call flatulence

Bloody English.....

Comment is about Another Happy Tuesday (blog)

Original item by Lisa C Bassignani

Amanda...thanks for liking my Skylight song.i hope to read some if your work now.

Comment is about Amanda Ann; (poet profile)

Original item by Amanda Ann;

The background to this poem is when I wrote it I had spent nearly ten months touring and I have to be authentic when sharing often poetry which often is personal when written, going on to then belong to everyone as I share with the public. After this ten months I just wanted to shut myself away, take myself off metaphorically to recharge myself and my creativity. I don't do that kind of touring now...lesson learned!

Comment is about Today in this 21st Century (blog)

Original item by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet

That is actually true, I would often write learnt and not learned but honestly these days there is some crossover between English English and American English.
Which leaves the unfortunate situation where learned now has two pronunciations and two definitions:
Learned: (pronounced Lernd) a learnt thing.
Learned: (pronounced Lern-ed) a scholarly person.
As a Polish friend used to say, " Bloody English, the meanings change with the wind!"

J. x

Comment is about Another Happy Tuesday (blog)

Original item by Lisa C Bassignani

A delightful jaunt of imagination! Full of vitality and validity. Not easy to mock the period language. Well done!

Did you even consider the 'spelling' of the period? OMG!

Comment is about Stranger At The Hearth (blog)

Original item by Jason Bayliss

Hi all! Thank you for liking and commenting!

Don,

Well, if Thalia says...! Always fancy finding your verses on my comment section! They brighten up the place! Thank you ?

Kate,

It started out as the display of a defense mechanism to a hypothetical nonsensical outburst amidst an arguement. In such cases people say absurd things they don't mean and some not so absurd that you don't want to hear!
The latter made me realize, after I had written the first verse, that this defence mechanism might not be exactly sound!
So I continued with what I thought would happen if we all shut our ears every time we had to face rough stuff, whether it's a flood of noesense amidst a fit of wrath or a harsh truth.
Eventually you have to face facts. And when you abruptly open your ears after a long period of utter deafness everything sounds extremely loud. Hence the ringing in your ears, the aftershock of hearing the truth outright.
Silence is a form of denial and another defense mechanism.
In the end of the argument, when things calm down you quietly pick up the pieces. Of all the things told some things were blown out of proportion, some things were meant to hurt and some were true. After things have been resolved there are no misunderstandings anymore. (Hopefully!) You know which word was empty of meaning and which should work as a wake up call.
Thanks for reading dear Kate!?


Jason,

Such lovely comments

Only kind words come from you!

Thanks Jason! Balloon? ?


Thank you all!?

Mae

Comment is about Argument For The Sake Of The Argument (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Flippant Don here Mae
Tra la la la la la la
All sing tra la la

You did say ...."Listen not... Just sing!"

You trying to egg me on?

Thalia's laughing. Says go Don.....?

Comment is about Argument For The Sake Of The Argument (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

cough splutter

In order of priorities:

1) fags
2) phone
3) kid

well (coff) said.
Tommy

Comment is about She pushed her pram and lit a fag (blog)

Original item by hugh

I love this Mae. I'm not sure if I fully get the meaning as you intended, but I can relate to the spirit if wilful ignorance, of the shutting down of advice, and the avoidance of truth. A big story told skilfully in a few lines. Well done.

Comment is about Argument For The Sake Of The Argument (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Kate - this interests me.

"I love the dichotomy of this state of being...stay away from my exterior, but welcome in to my interior world"

I agree that we invite readers into our interior world..BUT..poets still want to hide/expose their interior world in anonymity The thing is when reading someone's work I don't know if it is them, someone else,or a general group.? The only way I know is if they identify themselves in their poem, and poets rarely do this. You therefore can't say they are inviting you into their interior world.

I guess I'm a rare exception in that I will expose my inner self on a public stage to strangers. And put my name IN the poem. e.g. My recent work on being bipolar. This leaves no doubt it is a personal invitation into my world. It's not anonymous. It's me.

Comment is about Today in this 21st Century (blog)

Original item by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet

Your skill with Haiku,
Is perfectly balanced Mae,
Well done my dear friend.

J. x

Comment is about Argument For The Sake Of The Argument (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Well that made me laugh, well done! ???

J. x

Comment is about Oh Dear (blog)

Original item by branwell kent

There's a stubborness of spirit that I love in this Dean, the fierce guarding of our interior. Yet as poets we expose our interior worlds all too often. I love the dichotomy of this state of being...stay away from my exterior, but welcome in to my interior world.

Comment is about Today in this 21st Century (blog)

Original item by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet

It applies really only to situations when you are trying desperately to communicate/connect with someone and they won't give you eye contact. Look at me damn you.......

Comment is about Look At Me Damn You (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

I wrote this first and then titled it 'Eye Contact' No, I thought this doesn't express the frustration shown in the poem. A more appropriate 'frustration' title was needed.

Comment is about Look At Me Damn You (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

It's reassuring and steadying to have eye contact. I deal with difficult people in my line of work, and you learn to balance eye contact out with no eye contact in order to get them to listen key lines of conversation. It's quite a skill, a bit like fishing. So yeah, there are times I deliberately deny eye contact in order to accentuate the effect of when it's made.

J. x

Comment is about Look At Me Damn You (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Hey Adam? I didn't fall asleep. Not even a yawn. OK it was long and by my own definition my head should have been on the keyboard at verse four.

So what magically made me question my whole beliefs about long poems?

Simple. I was hooked from the beginning. 'Twas like a TV soapy. What happens next? Second: the rhyme and lilting carried me along
Third: It pleased my simple mind. i.e. I didn't have to think.

Well done my friend.....?

Comment is about Skylight (blog)

Original item by Adam Rabinowitz

A little scary Don, but it's a bugger to be ignored.

Comment is about Look At Me Damn You (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

I can attest to that. My first 13/14 years were in a big city, Birmingham UK, and then we moved to the countryside at around that age. Honestly, as a confirmed city boy I was like, "Fine Mum, I'll come, but the second I'm 16 I'm moving back!" It genuinely took me about 2 days, to think, "I'm never going back." And I've never really loved in a city since. The countryside offers more of what a childhood should be and cities nowadays like London and Birmingham, they're feral.

J. x

Comment is about Countryside Lass (blog)

Original item by Amanda Ann;

girlhood is so precious in the country.

Comment is about Countryside Lass (blog)

Original item by Amanda Ann;

Thankyou Adam. And for elevating me to upper-case P. When my peers address me as upper not lower I feel I am beginning to succeed in my rhymic hill climb.

You did well at rhyming. A gold star for that ?

Comment is about My Muse is Getting Fussy (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Thanks Don, I think that's why, for me, they seem to take a while to think out but not too long to write. I usually have the idea for quite a long time before it goes anywhere near paper. It's usually only once I get rhythm in my head that I can start writing.

J. x

Comment is about The Deity Screams (blog)

Original item by Jason Bayliss

I love this line: countless walks wont lead you to new lands

Comment is about thoughts (blog)

Original item by racha

A beautiful sentiment in this. I think many of us are guilty of being bewitched by the moon when it comes to falling in love.

Comment is about Skylight (blog)

Original item by Adam Rabinowitz

I also often look for a video to accompany a piece. I'm beginning to now experiment going the other way. If a music video captures me I'll try and write some verse and link the two. Combine visual, sound and poetry......

Comment is about Spanish Rose (blog)

Original item by Vautaw

Beautiful, like a song itself.

J. x

Comment is about Skylight (blog)

Original item by Adam Rabinowitz

That's an idyllic picture you have made that reminded me of my own girlhood. Thank you.

Comment is about Countryside Lass (blog)

Original item by Amanda Ann;

Another song.

Comment is about Skylight (blog)

Original item by Adam Rabinowitz

You are so brave and strong. Wow

Comment is about cindylee loucks (poet profile)

Original item by cindylee loucks

Special with regard to the stranger; sad when you realize that those on whom you had thought you could rely in a time of need, are nowhere in sight!

Comment is about Don Matthews (poet profile)

Original item by Don Matthews

Me...cracking up...let me read you two this poem

Wife...thats hysterical

Daughter...i don't like that poem


See, there is no accounting for taste. The daughter us kind of fond of not skinning animals so maybe that was her objection.

Comment is about Oh Dear (blog)

Original item by branwell kent

It is now clear to me
what before was mystery
Thalia your muse has gone awry
Leaving you poemless
high and dry

No matter how much you want her back
to bring you the words you now do lack
her fussiness has swept her away
leaving you joyless this poemless day

So Poet Don...upper case P
It is very clear to see
That to find your muse
Don't blow your fuse

Do what I do when mine leaves me
leaves me crumpled on bended knee
tell jokes and this is no ruse
cause then you will amuse your muse

she will come back swift as light
and help you rhyme as you write
to comfort you throughout the night
composing poems on pages white

Comment is about My Muse is Getting Fussy (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Isn’t that video mesmerizing?! I love the song too. I often write the poem and then go down the rabbit hole looking for a video that compliments the piece. This one seems made for the poem. Love when it comes together like that. As always thanks so much for reading and taking time to post feedback Don. I appreciate your support. ?

Comment is about Spanish Rose (blog)

Original item by Vautaw

I like this Old shoes

Amanda - you have also excelled yourself:

Well written
Short and sweet
But its mean
Ing is deep

Deep meaning in very few words. The art of a true poet. To me....

Comment is about Greener Grass (blog)

Original item by old shoes

Here it is, Ruth.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Also..thank you for your kind words regarding my poems.


Don...I finally read about your difficulties with Thalia and wrote you a bit of a sympathy/advice on that entry.

Comment is about Side By Side (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly

Ruth - I don't know where I read it but it's always stuck with me.
Kate echoed it ".So few words but speaks volumes. "

Have I already sent you this?

Mrs Moon

Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
rock-a-bye
with a ball of fading light
and silver needles
knitting the night

(Roger McGough)

So few words but speaks volumes. The true art of poetry. To me. But Liverpool poet McGough has had decades of practice. There's still hope for us Ruth ? It even rhymes......

Comment is about Side By Side (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly

Bran we could go into
Large scale manufacturing pants
You can be Pied Piper half
(Don't tell me that you can't)

Have you tested them 'gainst ants?
Gotta be to sell
Can't have people coming back
"Got ants in pants" oh hell

I want my money back.....

See the problem Bran?

Imagine what this will do to our brand-name

I got it Bran....build ant eradicator into seams....sorted
I'll be the ideas brains. You be Pied Piper. Don't drown in lake with our source material though. We'd go bankrupt. Cover all possibilities Bran. Us Aussies are expert all round possibility-coverers. Ask Kate. She'll vouch for me...Kate? ?

Comment is about Oh Dear (blog)

Original item by branwell kent

well written. sort and sweet, but its meaning is deep.

Comment is about Greener Grass (blog)

Original item by old shoes

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Comment is about Oh Dear (blog)

Original item by branwell kent

Thanks Don I think you called me a true poet. Nobody ever has before, so that made me smile?

Comment is about Side By Side (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly

I'm glad I didn't take my own advice here - don't even think of entering long poems.

A lot of comments suggested further exploration. I'm glad I did.

To me, a lot of work would seem to have gone into this powerful piece. To perfect the rhyme scheme in itself would have been a challenge.

A credit to you Jason. And no, I didn't even yawn......

Comment is about The Deity Screams (blog)

Original item by Jason Bayliss

hey, I'm really struggling with the format. I want my poems to appear like this one. but everytime I hit submit the sentences mix and brake apart. any suggestions? is there a button to push? I even use the guided format byt it dosent work.

Comment is about Alaskans Cove (blog)

Original item by Amanda Ann;

Adam - yep, I am in sweet with Ruth. Like my sweet Thalia. Gotta keep the women happy

Ruth - "but seriously when you try to present your art form and it creates comment outside of you that is a good thing I believe". All depends on the reader. I fall asleep in long ones so they will never get my comments.

To me the poetry art form involves 'few words speaking volumes' . Not easy and shows a true poet. To me

Comment is about Side By Side (blog)

Original item by Ruth O'Reilly