Sorry, not used to commenting on WOL, but loved Sometimes. I can relate to that. In the last "verse" I might leave it as a 2 liner - skip the top two lines and leave the rest. But, if you are like me, you will ignore this anyway. It's my poem so eff-off anyone else! (me speaking here!). Loved it anyway. Well I did Sometimes... ?

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thanks Andy for taking the time to read and leave a comment on 'Hello You' - glad you enjoyed and much appreciated. I tried to do a follow up recently called 'Imagine please that I am blind'. Here's the link if you missed it. Good to see you posting again on WoL. Cheers, Col.

https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=66176

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Andy, I'll try to get to read more of your work. I did enjoy 'Milestone' very much. And I bet you would be a star reader of your own work. Failing CSE English means nothing.

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Having noted your comments, I had a look through for "Retriever". Made me bark with laughter.

Also enjoyed your "lost shoe" poem (spelling mistakes and all). Reminded me of moving to a new area at age 13 (Dad's fault) and starting a new school where I knew absolutely no-one. Spent all morning on the loo before Dad dropped me off at school. I didn't lose my shoe, but it pretty much felt like I had. God. Memories of growing up, so painful, yet, now, quite inspirational as far as verse goes (it was still Dad's fault).

My poem - "Fragment of a tree" has the same sentiment but not the impact of yours, so well done my man, Enjoyed it. Wrote mine yonks ago, so not trying to steal your thunder or dig up those carefully hidden bones...


I feel the sting of your harsh rebuke
I sense your annoyance and dripping disapproval
Rather than rudely sticking out my tongue
And legging it, I stand to face the music

I adopt what I think is my best plaintive, hang-dog, expression
Slowly lower my eyes and dip my head in shame
Whatever I think, I can’t argue too much
We both know who wears the trousers around here

Understand who is the master, who takes the lead
Who puts the roof over our head, dinner on the plate
But I do feel, for once, you’ve been a bit short-sighted
You probably should have seen this coming

I don’t think I should really take all of the blame
After all, we’ve been here before
And when you lobbed that gnarled fragment of a tree
Right into the middle of the slowly meandering river

Let’s face it, you were always going to get wet
When I lovingly brought it back,
Dropped it expectantly at your feet
And vigorously shook off the excesses of the river.

Cheers,

A

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Too true mate. I have to go to the Dentist tomorrow at 10:00 am for a filling, then have an interview at 14:00 for a Local Government Authority in which I have to give a 15 minutes (timed, then told to stop) Powerpoint presentation on how to digitise Local Government... Then on to the 1 hour F2F interview.

I am looking forward to the Dentist.

But if I can (and I don't know if I can yet), perform a meaningless PP presentation for 15 mins in front of a stern faced panel trying to stay awake, then why should a 2 minute Poem/verse/made-up-crappy-thing present a problem? Who knows. Tell you tomorrow!

Andy

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Hi Andy, thanks for your comments and for bravely delving a little way into my back catalogue. I'm sure there's enough material there for a whole conference!

I sometimes take my iPod to bed with me and more often than not out and about as it's a great way to jot down those odd lines that come without warning. Sometimes it only takes a line or two to make something a lot more but I know if it's not put down, especially at night, it will be gone forever.

Thanks for sharing your poem which I enjoyed. You don't need shades and a doughnut shirt to read your poems out loud but it helps me feel a little bit epic. I did my Retriever poem at my local P&P last night and it was hysterical, so much laughter. I think it was the first time I'd performed a poem rather than just read it out. What a buzz, I'm still smiling now. Go for it, what have you got to lose apart from your dignity and wtf about that eh?

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