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Brianna!
Needius Worse Than Ever is proper poetry imho And bear in mind my humble opinionated self reads a lot of it It reminds me so much of U A Fanthorpe, who herself worked as a nurse on a psychiatric ward (I'll check that - I know she worked with mental patients) You have a beautiful turn of phrase and some outstanding imagery Just ETA because I've realised it might not be yours! If it is, you amaze me. You do anyway |
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PS I found the name Needius Grubb in the paper obits. turns out if you google his name you'll see he was up for the death penalty. Hey, with a name like Needius Grubb, how could you possibly go right?
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I thought it was someone elses poem too. That is a compliment as it was very professionally written. But you knew that.
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thanks, to both of you. :heartpump
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y w :hearts:
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Based on a poem by Hopkins--a list of things I "like"
I like the dark things, Halloween things, Gleeful grins and voodoo queens; Tarot decks and green moonbeams I like the pansy, it's fearful face and back Growling up at me from a full bushpack Poison mushroom-caps, magick bric-a-brac! I like the room beneath the Tree Cauldrons and witches, three by three I like the unseen, silly world That just might bite a careless girl. |
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Oh Brianna you do have a real talent
Please don't think this is lets-pat-the-bald-girl flannel I love poetry - I really do adore it and I don't lie I can write verse quite happily - I have done so for years for people leaving work, birthdays, anniversaries etc I can do doggerel with barely a wince and occasionally I write a "polaroid" that captures a moment in very few words and is at least worth keeping (for me) to take me back there but I can't write poetry I'm not disciplined enough - that's why I like the spontaneous thread - any flaws can be shrugged off as just a stream of consciousness thing But you can really write I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm not the dullest either Take this on board, mm'kay? |
He died to give you a good name for your poem and please no sympathy for the devil.
@ SG...You are a great writer. Nimble. |
paper cuts on your nuts
might require explanation open sores on your whores beg johnson lamination |
These fuckers gotta buy
I need dough like anyone These fuckers always lie And act like I'm the one Yeah we close at nine This happens all the time The finance guy won't mind It happens all the time Well let me tell you fuckers The finance guy has kids And needs to get some sleep cuz he's got a fucking hour ride home and has to take out the trash tonight when he gets there, and then he's got to be back at 9 am to work another 14 hours with no break. this may impact your interst rate. 'sall I'm sayin' |
Gargoyl
We are catty-corner me and he- we sit, legs crossed- our noses in our books, his of stone, like himself, A stiff and solemn evil elf; a Scholar more than me. He never leaves his book! But I will, more than not, put mine down to wife the house and fix the supper for the mouse who, along with he, Keeps with me a company. |
And Ode to my Favorite Restaurant (and it makes fun of Rilke's 'Childhood' as translated by M.D. Herter Norton)
O, filet mignon! O, how you turn me on! I go to the Pine Club with glee! Knowing you'll be there for me! O, filet mignon! O, how you turn me on! The hash browns make me sing! O, another Singapore Sling! Those sumptuous stewed tomahotes! Like notes of pure legato! O, filet mignon! O, how you turn me on! |
Do you know
What I know? Could you show If I show? Could you do If I did? Would you find me If I hid? Do things matter at all? Would you answer if I call? Sometimes I wonder if you'd Be there for me too |
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