Mystical Word Magic

David, I just saw your word” candid.” so let me explain. For one thing I don’t pen much hilarity. Nor do I pen fiction or stories. So in my case when I say “candid”,I mean they are coming &4rom my experiences with reality. Take my poetry about Roger Ebert, “ A Bar on North Avenue”. That was no fiction. No when I wrote tribute to some poets? Hardly , fiction. I prefer reality poetry, it’s real. I wrote to you about today. I wrote those out of desperation. Like., I am not here to be loved popular, hugged or win a thing! I come here to express truth, kind of boring, huh! I think so. Anyway, I wanted you to know that. Pangie

David, I am not a good poet and no ….I have no hopes of ever becoming one. Since nothing matters here anymore. Writing is worse than boring. Things like right or wrong, life or death!?Poetry here now now is as fascinating as a receipt from a cash register. You won’t find moving poetry from me.I still am in a state of mourning which is verboten to discuss. I respect you and your poetry. Hoping humanity regains its finer ..sensibilities! I have zero intention of being other than, timid, boring and crass. See contests in progress. Merci, the Outcasr

Wow, Victor.. what a wonderful compliment. Thank you.. you made me smile! Pangie

Hello, David. I consider your critiques of great value. Re…attention span? I have one that is a twin for a grat! ))) The second poem today is a stream of consciousness, I guess one might describe. For some reason it was healing. With a bonkers mnd, I truly loved composing it. Now off to GB News. So different in presentation style and vocabulary from this side of the pond! _))) Pangie

Eve, how accurate you are. Ten dollar words kill me. Nobody talks like that! I think some poets just like to impress us with their words. First of all, they’re not their words! They did not create them..someone else did centuries ago. I just need something simple to read for my thick head. Frankly, it drives me nuts.. There will be a very simple pond and they carry on for nine sentences, Total boorishness. If you read Dickinson, Robert frost white like that.. not even Shakespeare. Some People here comment like they are Shakespeare, or better than him.. arg, Double arg. There is a nice little simple poem with a big octopus of words sitting on it.. got the picture? I’m just trying to be funny. But words from the heart a lot better than words from the brain..acting so really intelligent but infinitely boring. I don’t mean you.. they know who they are.. the word octopus. )) Pangie