Long Feed back Poems
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a muddy way has to be crossed
wait until it becomes dry
it's raining too much
take shelter somewhere suitable
it's to dark night if now facing why?
certainly patience's lost while it was needed
is it not that suffering feed back for the same
if a banana is blew to ripen before its due time
everything becomes useless
so patience is must to have a suit fruit
I don’t write this for feed back or reaction
as it's not my need too feel satisfaction
I haven't invested nor look to progress
I'm just restless with rhymes ink press
them to an instrumental that's all
not a fool seeking approval to go professional
I don’t see or hear responses
your thoughts are not on my conscience
I dont care if you hate it or like it
it's all cheese to me grated or sliced bits
tastes the same on pizzas after ovens melt it
just a dried up felt tip impolitely
drawing on the wall your boring common ite-ey
the world gave me a crippling anxiety
which has removed me from society
if you want to see me act uncomfortably
all you need is to say a compliment to me
Cus me and you are completely apart
you need them while I stay apart
I'm just messing because technology is at hand
but I'm sure this pastime is hard to understand
I sit at home writing for therapy
spared a want to care what they think of me
Everyday alone blind never lose a blink of sleep
opinions they pin on me stay unseeked
I just ink in my seat to sooth my heartbeat
so you’re a fool if you think it’s done for approval
I ain’t like you I ain’t usual
so to think I want feed back
when I dont need that
if given an elevated social status
I'd evacuate free to a place more spacious
however to the 2 faces who were loyal undoubtedly
but quick to doubt and skip out on me, skidaddle
once a friend revealed as a traitor
see you later mate aint worth hating
I've awakened to truth stated
plus your company's overrated
so don't come with me or after
after friendship breaking cus if I'm not mistaken
you said to everyone I make up stories
the blagger of Bath known for blagging bad on the ordinary
blagging like a bag carries baguettes in France
saying I'm mentally unstable while you compulsively lie
and I've quit chronic while you're still on it daily
5 years ago I quit yet I'm bonkers well maybe
yet plonkers believe how you describe me so clearly
I'll never forgive you for saying I make things up
we were like family and you totally mucked it up
I think Poetrysoup should put the "fav poet", "fav poem" option at the bottom,
because if you're like me it's is an activity that gets forgotten.
You sit and reflect at what was written so perfect,
and in those few seconds you forget it's there to select.
Many more poems would be favourites, but instead we just comment,
maybe a like button instead, or as well, so ratings would be precise.
I asked Miss Chiri and she agrees with me,
if you do to, then comment and fav this poem, so it's seen widely,
like the smile on your face from the extra feed back on your own poetry.
To have the option at the start is daft,
as you read the poem it moves out of glance,
you know inside you'd dance,
if more people gave feedback on your stanz--a.
Okay so I can't rhyme, but this is a petition,
or request, it's a mission to reward our rhythm nonetheless,
or free verse, the short poems with broken sentences and words missing.
Now go to the top and fav this and come back and comment,
if you agree let's have an "I am Spartacus" moment.
Go to the top and fav,
or just go away,
but don't, fav it so the website see's it,
the favs are your signature,
after all who'd favourite this rubbish by nature.
I've tried summer time;
With a winter mix
Didn't seem to help none
And it made me very sick
didn't seem to help me none
Had my socks and shoes off walked three miles through the pouring rain and
got all caught up in the mire and mud bout went insane
but whatever the negative feed back I got back on God's track and I had gain
Though misery through storms I was a visionary I got it wrong
But I am not to blame held my head up tho I was yet ashamed
Lived in misery but born in the plains of Nebraska
Skies blue meadowlark goldenrod Lord I choose you
Lord creator of heaven and all earth
Lands and seas and divine Lord
I
Choose you
10/29/10
I wasn’t asking for you to take control
I had no one in my corner
show support the asked of role
as I was the performer
My situation my experience
a plan I created to crack on
You doubted me in an instant
“Ohh I wouldn’t do that one”
I was asking for reassurance
see my plan and encourage
not tell me I’ve got no chance
when I am seeking courage
wasn’t asking to plan for me
just tell me to keep going
assume i plan hopelessly
how your doubt was showing
What is worse your lack of knowledge
just assumed I must be wrong
their friction had worn my confidence
when you opposed, my will, was gone
You didn’t back me up
because you didn’t believe in me
couldn’t watch and give feed back
I didn’t want you to lead, just believe in me
Disgruntled by my request for support
you assumed I wanted you to take control
was desperate for moral support
now I didn’t want you at all
So weak just go along with me
but for all too much to do
look at what you did to me
now unsure because of you.
Stand by me and see what I see,
talk to me, save my sanity.
Just need a voice outside my head,
thoughts of someone else said.
Years later I am angry still
said help and you killed my will
These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem,
sometimes they are catalyst too!
I sing in between their lines of songs
their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts!
And some days, whence things get screwed up
about a random psychotic feed back ,on a laminated free verse!
A day care and a festive color season!
Once small pox diagnosed ,
they let the sick baby get a safe mode, in an arranged detour reason, instead.
For a submission and a genuine submittal try!
On a humorous cover page , it calms down the wildest underneath rage, outcry!
Everything is clouded, intranet, inter too!
Nonetheless, a Fine arts diploma travels to the farthest east and swings to west,
they surely do!
To and fro round trip with a lonely estranged,
to Alaka and the random Parthenon
to cuddle Athena to wrap the scar, very own
before applying to have a trip to scar benign
Certainly,
We knew the translators' sage first,
Before originals tried to happen there, in a diaspora or wanderlust.
Please allow me a reason to try, anyway , anymore
before, they even try to be happy , at least mock or greet
and then eventually, troubleshoot for the love story ever after, special treat!
I am sorry, Joanna, on behalf of the survey-monkey!
You know me now. And the poem from the day care of Maxim Gorky!
Artificial Intelligence grows and knows
As machines get taught to learn.
More and more machines decide what you would like
To watch next on Netflix or where to go on your next holiday.
Machines monitor your preferences all the time
Developing a profile to match with others like you.
So if your matched buddies watched similar movies to you
It is likely that you would like to watch the movie
They watched and loved, but which you have not seen yet.
It would save a lot of time if
An Artificially Intelligent buddy
Could be made that sat beside you
Monitoring and learning your every
Move, decision and preference.
A personal executive assistant on steroids.
The feed-back loops you provide and teaching given
Could make your AI buddy really, really smart.
Eventually becoming better than you
In dealing with the complexity and strain of modern life.
Computers are much better at dealing with complexity
And optimizing choices for multiple objectives.
It would be far easier and better to leave this stuff to them.
Perhaps a robot called HAL could follow you around
Like an R2-D2 dog,
An AI Buddy, truly and surely, a man or woman's best friend.