weirdelf
weirdelf
Apr 28, 2012

I Like House

I like House most
the instant of hurt
when he realizes
his jokes are for kids
who can never see
the joke

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics

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K

You nailed the essence of the man. In my lingo, he's the first nondualist on TV. My son, Alex and I watched him religiously on Mondays (when the show first was aired). And neither of us are religious. lol.

I almost wish you would have given *poeticized* examples, fleshing him and you out a bit more. But like Babe, the story of a pig, when Farmer Hoggett says "that'll do, pig". I say: "That'll do, Jess."

~Anna

P

it's a thought.

a valid thought, because it is your belief... but a thought
nonetheless

whether or not it's popular opinion, i have never looked
at a thought as being a poem ... and to me, this has no poetic value

my fingers are crossed that no-one jumps to your defence...
you are more than capable of speaking for yourself

cheers
p

P

you say;
Emotions, ideals, etc sort of get in the way.

i completely disagree ... and that's ok
i thank whatever it is, that allows freedom, and ACCEPTANCE
of thought

you have that

cheers
p

Nordic cloud

Although in many ways I don't call this a poem, I find this subtle reference to the meanings House displays, have a kind of short poem impact that sets the mind thinking, and we get nowhere which is okay, in a vacuum of amusement, the drone of that horrid machine equally vague.
I see what you're saying, its like children and horses, someone said, or was it Italians (tongue in cheek) don't understand irony. :)

Ann

Esker

I.d. unknown

Like Mr House and that other russian fellow
who slueths
and like Eli beth who caught gators with Troy
on Swamp People
odd mi

I like this poem
for its oddity
how it arrives and goes off
like rails in both distances of parrellelism of points
never knowing where the
start shall be or finish
when one is at the platform

mirror poems I like
revelations
thoughts