don't talk,
you'll spoil it—
this version of me
I've been trying
to see as you—
don't say anything,
let's enjoy
our basic witch status,
excel in the practice
of angles—
let's remain
unsolvable
assistants in the craft.
sleights of hand,
close-up magic, all of it—
disappears
without
audience
participation.
great of you dear Kim
an excellent comment view,
very much thank you!
"no comment"
Eyes read
Lips speak
Whisperers
Of what
Is
Is
N't
Notorious songs,
Playing along.
Announcing the undercurrent
Of frustration and distrust.
To belong is fairly simple.
Open the door,
See all the people!
Put the phones down!
Start chatting,
Perhaps laughing and clowning around!
" As I’ve said before, I love when readers find their take of the story. We oft write collaborations :) " ~ The big poetess Kim Rodrigues.
Wonderful comment reply!
12/12/2023
Be sure that you stay up all night?
Comment to everyone with a poem in sight.
This way, people think you really care!
You are a deer in pride’s headlights, do be aware..
You are just a number count in their book
A fish caught by a glowing comment’s hook
They are like traps for unaware poet bears.
We think we are loved, but there is nobody there!
Like fish, we get caught by commen’s hooks.
Tis a better idea to read many great books!
Remember, not being online is no great sin.
Run in the snow,be with family, love the skin you are in!
~ Happy Holidays ~
Had Heard Church Comment Horn Haiku
had heard church comment
commandments contained in cement
we always knew what they meant
stop Southern accent
all your sins admit
Bible for a beatnik
prepare for advent
go to church should be hell bent
spent down to last cent
to comment commit
what for them is convenient
live in a convent
in plate do put more that a dent
Prayer Book will always fit
priest good looking gent
in Priest's eyes had glint
need to have a hint hint
Superman is Clark Kent
understand our intent
performance be at peak
be sure to repent
salvation you should seek
short time contained in a stint
all your money have spent
on leg can see splint
will live in a tent
be sure sanctuary to vent
wonder where they went
live in a cold tent
not being a bum or dumb
you should start writing some
poems which play a drum
poems that wash away the scum
about each poem may be mum
write poems chewing gum
prepare poems which have a hum
know where they are from.
dumb da dumb dumb dum
Dragnet did see some
Removed Comments.
I understand that some ugly or evil or bad comment should be removed. But, I personally do not like to delete a comment what so ever. I prefer to keep it and reply to its writer, if I like to or ignore it but not deleting. I love to make a disliked comment visible to the reader. That's much better in my view. A big writer is big writer.
we all like comments
a big writer loves them too
and dislike to hide
I see poems only the poet understands which results in… No comment
I see poems get POTD with only the poets own comments on … No comment
I see new poems posted with 800 reads but curiously there is ... No comment
I see poems posted yet the poet hasn’t written themselves …. No comment
I see poems with comments turned off for no real reason... No comment
I see crap on blogs by those who have lost their moral compass ... No comment
I see poems posted with the intention to hurt me and others... No comment
I see barbed comments hurled at others for not commenting … NO COMMENT!!!!
I see I am currently top of the community builders... I COMMENT!
08/04/23
Comment On Decency And Morality
This ole earth sets its unholy record
as sin is so often celebrated
The bad walk with chins and chest puffed out
streets danger from the inebriated.
Robert J. Lindley, Feb 2nd 1971
Quatrain
Note; My friend Jimmy, died this last weekend due to his driving drunk.
A completely needless act.
Time slowly creeps on by
This teardrop in my eye
Sun sets on another day
Trying to find my own way
Towards,,I have no clue
Wish I knew
Don't know what I want
No love that haunts
No nothing that holds me back
No desire on the attack
Something new
The past I blew
I want I want ...what do I want
A voice always there with a taunt
Standing still
Against my will
Nothing to show
Lost my get up and go
Just ..don't know
What do I want ..a moment to find
Something left behind
Peace of mind
Lost in the moment
There it went
Too late
Always seems my fate
Time seems to die
Lost in the why
Next step uncertain
Know it's not the final curtain
Just Lost to the moment
No comment
No thought
Nothing tought
A moment wasted
What was tasted
Time still slides on by
Lost in the why
THE POET AND HIS CRUEL COMMENT
Using Frost's form for "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowing Evening"
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Whose comment is that?
I think I know.
It's owner is quite mad you know!
It really is a tale of human woe.
I watch him frown, his joy is a scowl!
He gives his hurtful comments a shake.
And smirks to false, hot tears to make.
The only other sound I hear....
Is the mean poet scratching his despicable rear.
The comment is deeply hurtful,cutting,meant to shame.
and to make you weep.
And the joy he gets at belittling you?
Aye~ he is the Devil's most precious creep!
He rises from his bitter, lonely bed,
With thoughts to destroy you in his head.
He idolizes you upset, and in blogs, shares his disdain.
He walks laughingly,,most haughtingly!
Amidst the razor- sharp shards of his most cruel reign!
4/13/2023
Don't ever leave the world alone
See beauty in it and respect it
The world is too big to be commented by a few words
As the world created by God is too sopsticated to understand
And so choose the things you like, love them, utilize them and respect them
And so choose the people you like, befriend with them and help them
Life is short
But the world in front of you given by God is everlasting
And it's your wisdom to make it a paradise to live
Or to find the part of world which satisfies your mind and your soul
And eureka is always for the people
Who bother
Who care
I lift your hands and place them on the neck of the guitar
My left hand covers yours, I gently help it form the barre
I don't press hard, just firm enough to make each string ring clear
You're playing, I'm just guiding, you drive, I just help steer
Here let me help your right hand play a simple melody
May I place my hand on yours? Ready? 1-2-3...
Our fingers sync, next thing you know we're playing two as one
I place a kiss behind your ear, I think this lesson's done
What can we do,
A distant few
Who stand for peace, not war.?
How do I stop fighting, violence, suffering and pain?
Emphasize love, connection, and cross-cultural affection.
Look down from above,
What will you see?
Our hearts are connected
We're all being affected
On this small planet we inhabit together as one.
I denounce destruction
More- am a fan of construction
Creativity, not morbidity
A higher quality of life for all.
Cross national projects, volunteering overseas and cross-cultural community celebrations please!
How can we possibly shape each other's nations?
Meditate on peace,
Pulling up our sleeves to expose the elbow grease, plant trees, garden, play music, bowl- fill our time mindfully, fill our soul-
What can we do
A distant few
Who are revved up to dream, create and help?
"A lot" I say
Self-reflection says we've got a heart connection, a beautiful bisection, that need not correction.
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