Hi. So nice to hear from you..: Hi. So nice to hear from you.
I've been doing a little thinking
Folllowed by a lot of drinking
About what you said about poetry
And how it goes well with misery
If you were to take a poll
Of all poets through history
I wouldn't be surprised to see
If asked if they're joyful or morose
The results would not be even close
So continue whining, don't stop moping
You'll be happy being sad, I'm hoping
I hope you don’t mind..: I hope you don't mind
Don't wish to be rude
Have a comment on your poem
Which I hope you'll include
Your point is not lost
How it comes across
What you tried to impart
It touches my heart
This poem takes me back
When I was a child
A poor family, though money we'd lack
My mom and dad tried to see that I smiled
When I was a boy, it still brought me joy
When for my birthday, instead of a toy
A card saying 'You know our love for you is deeply-rooted
Here are some batteries, toy not included'
I can sense there are..: I can sense there are some people
Who you resent
And would like nothing more
Than them to torment
Here is a good way I think you can vent
Kill them and pack their body in cement
It may be expensive, but it's money well spent
Don't care for my comment? It was well meant
Hope you don't wish that I too should get bent
Thank you for the reply. It: Thank you for the reply. It does not now haunt me; it ran out of steam in the mid-nineties. But the poem definitely reminded me of its effects.
I hope it doesn't haunt you,: I hope it doesn't haunt you, anymore, my friend. Thank you for reading and sharing how The Dusty Trinket connects with you.
Good job! I thoroughly enjoyed..: Good job! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. I have a question. I've noticed in other poems of yours such as 'I Kicked Bill Clinton's Ass' and 'I Slept With Daffy Duck', you would say in the Authors Comments section 'This is a fictional poem'. I'm sure I speak for many of your followers to let you know how much that is appreciated. However, I don't see that comment here. Just to be clear, does that mean this actually happened?
My heart goes out to you on: My heart goes out to you on the passing of Hazel. Our chihuahua is in the final phase of her life, and we fear that any day she could succumb.
I have a question..: I have a question
I'll make it quick
What's a dichotomy?
The surgical removal of a dic?
I realize that my manner's crude
I always try to rise above it
But, for one man in your poem, that dude
For him, I think you'd really love it!
Without fail you tunnel deep,: Without fail you tunnel deep, extract my vision and interpret, not only my message, but my intentions. And with such thunder and beauty!
I also love the way you connect your own experiences to my poems (and others' work as well), turning a poem into meaningful self-discovery or validation. To have a fellow poet walk with us so closely on our creative path is unbelievably gratifying. Anyone honored enough to receive your astute and personalized commentary knows what I mean.
But if that wasn't enough, you lit a fire of much-needed motivation under me by reminding me of our (not just my) mission to "explain the Cosmos to itself".
When you put it that way, how can I neglect my work?
May Heaven join me in my endless gratitude, stay with you on your poetic journey and bless you (Outrageously!) every step of the way.