I learned this
deprivation is the sperm
of sexualist poetry
and
to add some spice to the taste of finality
mix a woman's X chromosome
to give a tail either in front or rear
take it as thou wish
Shakespeare’s and bards like me
are not anointed every moment
ask the creators here
and
denigrators for their vision
Epicurial poetry I shan't adhere
let me be free and lonely
my poets dear
Comments
Loved
You have your freedom to wander the words of fantasy or truth,
it is not for those that wander in the world of prose
to try and teach you what you already know.
That you join them in words that they sometimes scoff at
is for their minds eye, that is diverted to their own ways.
It is quiet again as midnight draws near,
Listen to where your thoughts are clear.
Tend not the wounds of other so
They will not say thank you,
for your words in their ears
Yet day on day the children tell me and say,
It is their loss that they wander so
In the vallies where no grass doth grow
That only if they tend to all words,
that are brought to their eye's
Will they then realise that they belong to the whole.
Worry not young Bard as things pass you by
Your eyes are seeing the words yet they are strange
It is for others to see and rearrange those thoughts anew.
I shall bid you a very good night
This bunch of words will give me some shite
When other read and not understand what I was saying to you.
Think then reassemble only parts that are true.
Yours Ian.T will just say Thank You..
in the past week.. I posted two only
as even you were busy elsewhere
so I thought of going away
but you are that magnet
which keeps me yearning for food
and
my mind is kept glued
Loved
Maybe I will do a Loved on this comment and rewrite it as a poem I will get the usual 2 comments but others may read LOL.
Take care young Bard, I quite honestly don't feel that the amount of effort writing things is worth the computer time, if there are only 2 replies.
I am getting old and Grumpy lol, Yours Ian.T
i am crowned
with loneliness
no work
but all the blessed time
i compose poetry all my day and night time
ere i go behind the mental ways
and that alone will be a crime
for which none else
can we blame
nor mime
time is all I have
take away some from me
today has been a sad day
of sad news only
Loved
Sad news as with good news is just a change of things we believe, friends we love that leave,
to complete another part of this Sojourn of life.
We must expect much bad news, as we let our teeth grow long,
I cannot tell of more that will come to our ways, in the year ahead young Bard, but it is what life is about.
That you have so much time to play with words is good indeed, I then hope that you can read more of my recent works as they are barren of comments as usual.
I shall just have to accept that they are perfect,
and beyond reproach lol.
Take to thyself the quill and pen words that will last a thousand years.
Yours Ian.T
you are self- contained
Your wisdom has been retained
compose what you can and share
and
the world will one day
at your works glare
life is like any eternal flowing river
meet the sea and ocean and deliver
to a newer generation
food and succor
where ever we all are
life and death will occur
Loved
Your time is the same as mine,
are you in this mansion of ours,
has the world become one and we missed all the fun.
Have a great evening it is 23-45 here at this moment.
Yours Ian.T
your greatness
incredible
how could you know???
have a good night's sleep
and
dream about the bard
that's me
will my name be engraved
in the hollows of time
as your memory does chime
Hi loved
The 2nd and 3rd lines are very insightful. For most love poetry has to do with either deprivation or fear of being deprived of love.............stan
Stan your
input is
Invaluable
Thanks Stan
the only man