Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
.
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
In natured wording,
In what season can you say,
“Never say never?!”
It’s said, “God never leaves us!”
Never will this not be?!
Never ever stop
Fighting for liberation;
No, never ever:-
Such audacious wordplay;
Saying, “Never say never.”
There are flashes of feedback
when I try and listen;
Not from you, you play with precision;
It’s your echo;
The silence of what once was,
the times filled with just because;
It’s static that just won’t go away,
it’s your echo;
Feeling your hands
digging fresh marks along my spine
turning the pit of my stomach,
it’s your echo drawing blood;
So deep I choke on you,
on what you’re always able to do;
The fire in your hands,
the echo of a spell caster stirs;
It’s so difficult to swallow
keep my insides down;
My tears, a mimic of your echo
feed on flashes of feedback.
Feedback has beginnings and endings beyond one's
control, disorder, and manipulation are the results of
feedback. In the midst of and betwixt between a process
of services and boundaries. The results are feedback.
Lack of self-worth and personal space The results are feedback,
Everyone will be tested relatively well or badly and catch the
eye of judgment and one's genuine individuality concludes
feedback.
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 amazing progress!
I was starting to achieve,
Intrigued I am - about just how the Amygdala disambiguates.
Hower, mussitation in the definition of this disambiguation.
Have left me with a headache of metacognitive frustration.
* Amygdala - a ganglion of the limbic system adjoining the temporal lobe of the brain and involved in emotions of fear and aggression.
I
Skills galore
Wills afore
Adam before
Uneven score
Evils galore
II
Reading, re-reading
Poems, Writing
Encouraging, engaging
Lisa, Linda, Harry, Joe
Suzette, Michelle, Insolent Rib
III
Mystical Roses
Lyrical Crosses
Sometimes Glosses
Savior's Losses
Love's Roses
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 feedback might report
The opposite of true support
Although, for now, I’m all abeam,
Ensconced within a thumbs-up dream.
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. Soupers may like to write a feedback Minichu from their perspective.
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 own fan
Celebrating my own views
A lone spoon for my poetry soup
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 energy undulate!
Why do my eyes see what others do not?
Waves of endless colors, words and numbers' assault!
Packets of energy assail and pelt me!
Pushing me towards the unknown answers.
Differences and opposites melt into one.
Do I have the right to see this?
Feedback echoes maybe do I hear?
Flowing into my mind, heart and body?
Tell me is this what it all means?
To see the light, the dark and the grays?
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 catastrophes repeated
Who is to see it?
Revolutionized revelation exceeded
Time capsule opened chapel preach it
Believe it
Changes come to set strange hypothesis school history bleeped it
Covered with lies folk made up sheets blanket keep it
Wave pattern memorized hypnosis deleted
sweet so worm's hidden
sour's free from natural foes
good faces feedback
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 bushes in shadow
Looking ugly and small
Staring at the marble hall
“Can’t we get
Some healthy sunshine
A little shade by a hand divine
A tender touch of love
To get rid of
This wheeze and whine?”
But apathetic capital
Pays no heed
Day goes and night comes
The vulture is sure to return
Peeved mass of despair
Inflammable in the air
The other day came the headlines
Two fleshy plants molested
Raped and confined
Turmoil in the spine
The force opens fire
A gloom dies then and there
Tale of tearing tears everywhere
Grousing gore
Whether here in this shore
Or in Baltimore
Be that as it may
We shall overcome
In the long run
May be it will take
A lot of decades.
We have stars as our guide
And dream inside.
----------------------------------
From front we intake,
We don't feed back!
I wonder why folks tend to be slack,
When it comes to posting a feedback
On the works that they read with such relish -
Not knowing, their feedback’s what I cherish.
Anyway, I write for my own pleasure
Without any expectation or pressure.
If any one responds - fine!
Else, the joy of writing's all mine!
However, a feedback helps in knowing
The direction in which I am going –
Whether the reader is able to connect
With what my mind’s trying to reflect…
So, if you’re reading this,
Then please don’t miss
Posting your feedback.
I don’t mind taking flak…
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