But why is it that now,
More guys are moving on to epics?
Nothing else to do perhaps.
So many,won't read
But guys will continue to say,
Well done man,
nay woman
and
keep your spirits high …
So that Neopoet’s never die,
Nor say the obnoxious word, die,
Except dye
To say to you
Do it, to your balding
graying hair
Hope you do...
Comments
Loved
Us old ones are learning to type faster and have more time on our hands, so we talk for ever and now started writing for ever it is a trait where time is running out and we must say as much as possible and Epically we go on and on and on, Oh damn where was I..???.
You see the memory fails I don't think that I will write an Epic today what ever it is, Yours Ian.T
Thanks the credit goes
to you ,
to make me a
''contained bard''
in smaller letters.
Brain fart
Sorry, this comment was right out of order. Apologies to Loved and Ian
Bullshit indeed
Jess you old Weird Elf, I was talking about Epics to Loved, just that as we are growing older we have the ability to write longer pieces, and then I said if we could remember what we were doing.
You are always saying that critique is needed and that only the other day I was backing you about critique on content, sorry your reading of my nice sounding Bullshit stated that it made NO sense, have I got to tell you word for word what I was saying, Yours Ian.T
PS:- It's a good job Sparrow is not here to read your non sense....
Again at your SEXIEST
excellence ...
I edited this comment,
It was gratuitously cruel.
Yet I still ask you to explain the poem, please.
BUT U STILL ARE
respond.....
i do hope that's what u meant
loveliest F R I E N D
ALL THE BEST
STUPID ME
AS U SAY SHALL ACCEPT WITH GLEEEEEEEE
No no no i ain't shouting just your words are blinding
I edited this too.
Do what you will, that is the law (Alastair Crowley)
Forgive my obtuseness, I still fail to understand the poem
Jess
ONCE A SCRIBBLER.....
Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-01-21 07:49
But why is it that now,
More guys are moving on to epics?
(Loved has noticed people like Wesley and a few others are writing longer pieces)
Nothing else to do perhaps.
(Loved probably thinks that we have nothing better to do)
So many, won't read
(Loved is right here as not many will read our work)
But guys will continue to say,
Well done man,
nay woman
and
keep your spirits high …
(Another bit of truth where Loved knows that a lot of praise here is falsly given and the comments seem to be just to keep the numbers up or show face)
So that Neopoet’s never die,
(False praise to friends and also to keep the numbers up on the site, Loved was brave enough to say Neopoet)
Nor say the obnoxious word, die,
Except dye
To say to you
Do it, to your balding
greying hair
Hope you do...
(Trying to hide the fact that we have to hide our age, and this was a subtle way of putting it in this piece)
So Loved sometimes writes in riddles, or as thought takes the flow, enough said for now I shall await the cry from down under, Yours Ian.T
PS:- By the way helpful critique is usually one of your main stays, so why change???? Sparrow..
u please follow norms also
don't call poets idiots or stupid
ok please note
you stay away from me
i don't visit ur poems
so u stay out also.
if you wish to show off
do critique my poetry and NOTE
FOR FUCKS SAKE DO NOT ABUSE , NOT, YES NOT
ME
UNDERSTAND IT PLEASE
THANKS AND GOOD BYE FOR EVER
I humbly aplogise.
I was wrong, please forgive me.
Jess
have just sent you a box of love, tied up with a ribbon of
content, so that if you are knot content in the future, you may open the box and have a bunch of love,
Yours, Yenti, Sparrow, and Ian.T
Thanks a lot
for your generosity,
Ian
your young bard....
this poem delighted me
one of my great joys in the city was reading raw
works on signs walls in all kinds of material
chalk china markers magic markers spray paint
pencil ball point or incised through paint
Its so censored up here..but thats okay
people are writing stuff down amongst themselves
Your feeling and emotion coming out in this write
is intoxicating I have a protege who teachs
me or I teach her my old material and she shows
me the new of today And why etc Very patient
talented youngster!
she shows me rap and the new artists of the day
and I am listening now too, to alternative music
and reading the lyrics its all poetry
and I was into revolutionary propaganda too in
my old history study books days
You make good points here about the OH boy networks
(old) lucky for me I love rebel women
women who live! my mom had a voice and ran our
household and family
Im always impressed at your varied content
and style Loved
Thank You
Don't make me cry!
I know nothing,
what so ever,
Of rhyme,meter or centimeter
Throughout life my heart has been beating,
My mind dictates,
My fingers print
I know nothing about rhyme or metre
In my time twas only yards and feet
Today we have to fall at someone’s feet
For recognition!
You roll tears down my dry eyes,
I do hope none shall now call me
More stupid, than wise
Thanks to you my golden friend,
I shall always remember you,
Ere life does end