Best Feedback Poems

Assembling letters.
Creating Information.
Climbing a unnatural,
Structure from my perception.

But, is it mine?
For this structure rebels,
Creating walls,
To block my letter flow.
Creating sinkholes of doubt.

Is this assembly of words,
Perceptive or inane?
Does it freshen minds like, 
Vegetation in the rain?

Or does it reveal,
Furrows of words.
That veer off in error,
As...

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Vivacious, practical, self-directed
Mary Bailey, nice body
it makes no sense that just because George
might never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,
homely, lonely librarian without a dog or god.
No, it did not fundamentally matter
whether George was born except to his mother. Potter
might have taken over but...

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My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain 
It holds and release 
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces 
Brought together whether we need it
Life begins photosynthesis heat bleaches
Turn colors creative catastrophic...

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Innocent memories 
Was a first trial on the Minichu contest 
Some queries 

Date extended 
Few more muses trickled in next 
Splendid!

Bizarre 
drew out the best 
Par!

Innocent memories 
Few more muses trickled in next 
Par!

3.10.2020
Note: Example of feedback from myself as a sponsor of Minichu contest....

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Roar when you are good
Love
Lord...

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From front we intake,

We don't feed back!...

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"Come over here guys...
 What a spectacular performance!
 Were the judges as impressed?
 I think there's a very good chance..."

"My darling, that was FAB-U-LOUS!
 It had elegance. It had style."

"That was so so beautiful!
 It made everybody smile!"

"Well, that routine was off the charts!
 I'm...

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Feedback Echoes?

I shout out into the dark void!
I cast my tunes out wondering?

My words transmit the pictures.
Mind floats on the notes I hear.

Giving heart rises and falls with the melody.
Great hurts and pleasures flow with the lyrics.

Spirit floats over the waves of light.
Sputtering packets of...

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Feedback has beginnings and endings beyond one's

                control, disorder, and manipulation are the results of

               ...

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Who would want a thermostat
unable to effectively regulate talking to itself?

We all long for recreative environmental response systems
of mutual listening wonder,
sacredly transcending mere domination of will-power
without bilaterally cooperative holistic prominence
of systemic identity ourselves.

Who wants a mono-disculturing GodSystem?
Unable to unite cooperative
and disassociate competitive 
and sometimes co-dependently...

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A few soaring trees 
Here and there
On a green earth
Flowers with flesh in girth
The costume bear
No wear and tear


Air going out in BMW
Air coming in seven hues
This show is likely due to
System in a capital skew

In front of them
Is the waste land
 Marshy messy meadow
Dull...

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Lovely feedback, makes me glow,
Taking time to let me know
That my efforts hit the mark
And even caused some smiles to spark.

A job well done feels great inside
But emails, texts and calls provide
An extra boost that’s guaranteed 
To let me know some folks agreed.

Of course, some...

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Candid he was and they were,
Told me things I had never heard before,
Most of the stuff I heard,
Was bitter and stung like stings,
I called them prejudiced and furious,
And returned several things about and concerning them,
That I do not remember what I returned,
Shows that my reply...

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I once posted a poem on poetry soup
I checked for feedback a while later
I smiled to find I had one view
It was enough to be a motivator
Every time I checked my views they increased by one
Then my smile faded when I realized I was my...

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Methinks it's time for me to create
A rhyme.
My marbles have been scrambled and
Methinks it's quite a crime.
To lose the grand red Highway running athwart my mind.
all my T's and F's and Z's are running amuck.

It is the Amygdala's disambiguation
Messing up my brain.

I was making such...

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