The turmoil poets face,
To relieve all tension,
That mostly women create,
By their ill-choosing,
Since men only bask,
In the sun of glorified victory
They bake out of a hot oven
Then men move on remorseless,
To another similar,
Future likely haven...
Women alone recall life
Like crumpled autumn leaves,
Trampled by rapid winds of scorching time,
Lost in the dust of mental disintegration
Then in place of a smile,
They spend weeping all their while.
Comments
Nice.
And sexist.
After a long while
'''Nice and Sexiest'''
You found a few spare moments…
Thanks …
I wonder where I erred,
That made you erase,
Your golden name
From my well wishers list
Pray do stay.
You’re kicking me,
I relish most,
As you mean well,
While others simply toast,
To keep my morale,
From draping into the dungeons of time,
Where no bells toll nor chime
I edited my reply,
it was wrong and mean.
Yes, I have a mean streak, but mostly I am better. You intrigue me because I don't now how to help you.
Perhaps, as you say, I should just leave you alone.
u r the wisest guy
i have come across my stupid life and i trust you are... .........................
but why do u fight with every one
we all love you
do take your medicines friend
we don't want to miss u
you r the ONLY POET FRIEND
I VALUE MOST
WHO TELLS me ,
me ,
I nothing with grace, ..
you are a peach
did you know it
mutual masturbation is like mutual appreciation
and you delve in it
maximum tc tc tc
F R I E N D
[smiles] Loved,
I am actually not mean to most people.
I believe in your talent and just wish I could help you.
I edited this comment.
I could, would listen to you more easily, if you spoke in plain English,
You see, I find it hard to leave you alone, because I perceive talent, but am frustrated by your refusal to work on your talent. That is my problem, not yours, I should leave you alone.
Write with care and craft and I think your talent could be very good. If you worked at it.
You see why I get frustrated?
with care,
the strength u show is also EXCEPTIONAL FRIEND
i have put in decades ....of labour
tc i ain't no kid
Your Perception
Your inner perception,
I perceive,
Varies like the winds speed
In a desert,
In the wilderness,
In stormy snowy environment
You perceive
In the quietude of the distant
Depth of your mind,
A talent latent, unexplored,
You feel lured
But I’ m an adamant donkey,
Barking like a dog,
At the wrong floor
Yes you alone perceive the sense of admiration,
A view you alone do take,
But alas my fate is a drowning one,
A ship at bay, like the Titanic.
Wait, stop, and see it’s sunk…
I SAID IT ONCE AND I SAY IT AGAIN OPEN YOUR EYES AND
READ FOLLOW AND UNDERSTAND OK
u please follow norms also
don't call poets idiots or stupid OR CRAP JUSTIFY EACH WORD YOU CRAP WITH UR BIG JAW..OK
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
may we make a truce?
That would be nice, and I promise to abuse you no more.
I take it upon myself not to let anypoem sour for a year unreadd
Perception composed after your hits