Ramona Thompson Felton..: Ramona Thompson Felton
I've always felt on the subject of your poetry
Want to avoid it, see?
You can try, but there's no denying
You love the Nazis OMG!
A Holocaust denier is what you appear to be
I've read some of your old stuff
I think that I have had enough
If you can tell me true
You no longer feel that way
I'll give you benefit of the doubt
I'll understand, ok?
But if you say you don't regret it
We may as well just forget it
I never mind when you grace: I never mind when you grace my writing with a comment, my friend.
The love behind all things is what makes them meaningful. Thank you for sharing from your life, in your humor-laden style, as well.
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.