(relationship Senryu poems)
A boy will make you
think he's in love with you
When he really isn't.
A girl will make you
think that she doesn't love you
when she really does.
He wrote her poems
that sounded like yelp reviews
with less than five stars
He praised her sharp wit—
like someone admiring a
knife pointed at them.
.
.
A song for this:
Highway Tune by Greta Van Fleet
Before an online purchase
Often I read the reviews
To gather some opinions on
An object I might choose
Or a hotel or a restaurant
To which I plan to go;
There might be helpful info
I would really like to know.
The problem with reviews is that
They’re all composed by those
Who are strangers with a lifestyle
I might very well oppose.
Of course, the opposite might be
The truth; I must decide
Whether what they’re recommending
Would be worthwhile as a guide.
I still like reading others’ thoughts
On things they have inspected,
Though likely their advice will get
An almost-sale rejected.
people have always wanted answers to the big questions
ten dollar parking across the street
unfriendly, loud-mouthed and rude tour guides
queues and lines and queues
one bloke accidently took his vehicle up the driveway
and was yelled at
i'm actually on the driveway
the theory of everything
my friend went to visit the grave of Yasujiro Ozu
and was also yelled at.
let's publish a book of instances detailing pilgrimages,
in which people have taken the wrong path and
been yelled at
ruminations and caught in a trap
why is everything murder?
Food, cars, sex, sports
Are men's favored book reviews
For top elite men.
Fragrance of words I’m, who are you?
Romance of lines brought in from blue,
Make words dance in rhythm,
Cut out noise in freedom,
A poet asked: so, what’s your view?
I wield a sword vibrant of hue,
A species that poems review,
A slayer called critic,
I tick ye off, one tic,
I work in ways you’ve not a clue.
This is how a poet might view,
But critic would contest and sue:
I keep pens pry, whetted,
That, words are well-vetted,
Unless I rate, whither will you!
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Tongue-in-cheek |29.12.2020|
Topic: poets, critics
I’ve heard reviews on Amazon
Are very often fake.
I read them, though, to help
With some decisions I must make.
So first I read the positives
With 4- or 5-star ranks
And then I skim the ones submitted
By a bunch of cranks.
Of course, by now, I’m so confused
That nothing makes my cart,
Which proves that I’m an idiot
Or else I’m really smart.
I planned to see a movie,
But checked out the reviews
To determine if it was a film
About which they’d enthuse.
The site I often go to,
Which has many a critique,
Gave a rating so abysmal
That in volumes it did speak.
Though of course my thoughts might differ
All the evidence implied
That my hours in that theater
Would leave me dissatisfied.
So I’m glad that their appraisal
And the info that I’ve gotten
Did prevent me wasting time on
A tomato judged as rotten.
Plan on online purchase?
Well, just click on the reviews.
It helps to hear what people say –
What have you got to lose?
Your mind, perhaps, for you’ll find out
Opinions vary widely,
From those described most glowingly
To others penned most snidely.
The bar graph gives percentages
Of how the ratings fare
So follow the conclusions
Or reject them, if you dare.
For everyone’s impressions
Will be different and distinct
And those who thus ignore them
Will be very soon extinct.
The diverse directions come to pass,
While good things always go so fast.
A casted shadow driven by your mind,
And the lack of air, means it’s time.
The soulless being is drowned by love,
For the loss of heart, will fly like a dove.
Wallowing pity is gone to those that end last,
And the room of the dying soul creates a draft.
The loss of feeling, feels so fine,
I still can’t find the straight and narrow line.
A room filled of useless stuff,
Like the life we live, that’s never enough
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