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10/6/2017 6:04:42 AM
High Critique	Please help me with my poem
10/6/2017 6:07:02 AM
High Critique	SMALL COMFORTS Small comforts-- The entities at home most taken in stride life is not made up of big incidences profound but the tiny things given without obligation and pride When I arrive home, open the door, there Jack stands wagging his tail so hard that it might just fall off his love--unconditional-- being with his master, his only demand While working at the computer, paying no mind to the kitty, Joe, a hairy feeling wraps around the legs...pleading for attention his gravelly lick reminds me he tried, I failed... just so I'd know Adventure adds flavor and spice to living--don’t be mistaken-- yet there is something to be said for regular and ordinary the lobster titillates the palate, but so do eggs and bacon Home--it is more than just rooms--it is where we unfold synonymous with the soul's nourishment a place where we are ourselves with no pretensions—we feel whole Outside left at the door, everything important is there strings of life tightly woven by pulling us back repeatedly Sustenance, security, and small comforts are found everywhere
11/18/2017 12:10:07 AM
Through my Window	From my bay window, each pane holds my small world window leaks anticipation out and in this glassy casement here seasons show their multi-colored faces in a whisper Trees liberated from weight of their leaves, I eavesdrop... wintertime's snowflakes tint my windows with glacial frost a cold paralysis edges over my fingers All that is past… my windowpanes grow then shrink conditionally wintry days take flight under my breath for now, spring passion comes bursting as beautiful tableaus. Oh look, squirrel flashes up toward his nest hidden in oak verdancy he carries a corn cob to eat does it taste of salt and melted butter? A bird house on the nearby maple feeds my feathery neighbors don’t tell-- the cardinals are hatching three crimson chicks *listen, the chirp, chirp, chirp...* a natural but alluring annoyance Newly mown bouquet of grass wafts into my room this essence returns me to a time eating warm rhubarb pie while watching Grandpa mow our lawn April showers bring an array of wonderment a pretty teen girl walks under her bright paisley umbrella of course, matching raincoat and galoshes… such fun to see My goodness… alert… alert... feline at six o’clock anticipating cardinals to take wing for worms; feline slithers toward chicks what a clever bird... he swoops down squawking at the cat. Life leaps out at me now, casting shadows no matter--if you are out and about, come size up the earth through my window. Carol Davis** edited by macee97 on 11/18/2017 edited by macee97 on 11/18/2017
11/18/2017 12:14:49 AM
Through my Window	the font is larger than the one I use so the lines do not end where I have them in the poem
11/19/2017 5:32:44 PM
Through my Window	Just wondering why no one has critiqued my poem?
11/20/2017 3:38:03 AM
Snake 101	Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra, snakes strike great fear in man I have it—ophidiophobia--- legless lizards equal repulsion Slithering, sliding as they move something about friction and scales like goose bumps on human flesh more than I want to know Little known fact learned three hundred vertebrae, one reptile they can scrunch up like an accordion Slinky has nothing on the snake Zoology teacher forced me to touch disgusting...scaly info to psyche rubbery, stretchy outside insides that red-eyed yellow python plagued my sleep Here’s the point—abnormal fear or not God created the reptile rattlesnake eats rats, field mice homes under rocks in deserts, mountains concealed, fearing human contact Travel to Georgia or Oklahoma… Rattlesnake Roundups held oh yes, let’s kill some rattlers buy a permit, slaughter as many… Find their hiding, jerk them up drop them in a sack writhing with twelve more rattler chasers claim fun to kill find the longest, fattest Kill by decapitation drop in the freezer alive look later…freeze dried snake eat a snake steak…tastes like chicken Why search them out leave them alone No rattlesnake boots, head bands... Yes, stand up for the reptiles!
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