People are ugly,
Glad you changed yours
it gave me sheer spiny gripes
I felt the electricity blow me up
my next poem will be worse,
verse for verse
now you don
an MA in English hat
my maker too was an Aussie
but unlike you
he picked me up across the Internet
when I was in USA
and now I salute him
as much as I do you..
Comments
I really find it hard to explain
why I find it so upsetting when you post your poems as poems and as comments on other people's poems. This time I am not telling you off or getting cranky. I'm getting introspective. As I I say in my own profile " My writing is not for publication, it is for sharing. My skills and knowledge are not for sale, they're given freely. Property is theft."
So why do I get upset?
This poem seems addressed to me, or to different aspects of me? Or changes in me me? Or am I being egocentric?
You tell me.
You have answered yourself ....
I comment first
off the cuff
then I translate it into a poem
or blog in waiting
Is there something wrong in my pattern of working???
I don't like to confront you
so we shall part on a happy or happier note
shall we>???
I still respect you
for you are one of your own kind .
.Regards
As I said before
I have many sunrises behind me
and I ain't no kid either.
I am coming to respect your process
At first I thought you posted with almost thoughtless profligacy, now I understand better and value you more.
There is nothing wrong in your pattern of working, although it may, as it has with me, cause conflict.
The gestalt is the thing,
viva gestalt.
Come as you may
With a ton of bricks and anger
I shall not display
Because you mean well
and
my actions though blunt,
foretell
that mayhem in hell
shall not withhold
all that I have to convey
to the masses across the Internet astray,
But you are welcome
to my domain any day,
I solemnly and sincerely
Yes lovingly do pray