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LAST LOGIN: April 25
LAST LOGIN: April 25
I am a 50 year old father, grampa and husband, play music, write poetry, worked in accounting for years, now run an online rare book store – much more fun than accounting! I am American mutt of Irish, German, English, Dutch & once in a while a little Scotch descent. I have the Irish disease – Celiac’s – allergic to Gluten, so no more beer or scotch. And now I’m diabetic so no more Tequila. I am a hopeless romantic bludgeoned in a world of capitalist vampires.
Originally from Ohio, raised in Abolitionist territory near Hiram and Oberlin Colleges, now lost in Texas. Freedom and Justice and sticking up for the little guy is in my blood – some of the Irish cultural persistance I acquired from both parents. Wifey is a naturopathic herbali…
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I always wondered if anyone cared If anyone was grateful for the sacrifices made By men too young to die half a world away And men too young for coming home afraid Tormented by the ghosts of battles long since ended Their wives and children trying to survive one more day With the walking dead I think the lucky ones were those who received Those awful letters in the mail "We regret to inform you...." But perhaps their pain is only different. Fate brought before me a simple letter From a young ...
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This made me smile. Cooking as a metaphor for having a strong opinion, thinking critically and acting professionally. The story of America today. I think you built your poem well, step by step, each section building upon the last. The imagery you painted is wonderful. And your head pounding conclusion is wonderful - the final surrender to the "uninvited" group - using your head as a mallet. Your word selection throughout aids to set the tone for your "dinner party": harmless, (no) opinion or ...
This is well constructed, it flows and it is fun!! Your work made me want to be 17 again! The only lines I struggled with was the last two: set it off with an apple martini and no drawls - I'm gonna have to sleep on those two. Set off what? The cherry bomb? :-) That ending made me wish your work was longer and told me just a bit more about Rhonnie than the fact that she can dress hot and have fun.
At first blush this work seems simplistic. But then I sensed it was a work to be lived, to be felt, to enter as an experience. And it hit me hard. It made me feel like I was losing someone and I was fighting for them. Same vein as Dylan Thomas's famous work the one that goes something like do not go gently into this dark night, yet much more primal. I felt this one in my gut. Less like Shakespeare and more like Vachel Lindsay's chanting poetry like the Congo. I like the line "for the last few...
First, my sense of the theme of this poem is a new relationship, still wondering if it is real, if the feelings are as deep on the other side as you feel. You question inside but do not speak to the other your concerns. As you leave and light up a cigarette it calms you but causes disgust in the other. Or is there another cause of the disgust? Let me know if I am off anywhere. next - how you build this poem: Tell me if I'm in tune with the music - I like that. Next line though - your voice bo...
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