The General Commentary Thread

I'm not sure... I was thinking it would be good for January, but you want to try it through December? I'm good either way :)

I agree, I did my first 30/30 in January and it was a good way to work through the month although thc chapbook remains unpublished.
 
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We have long history with stones,
you and I, dragging them across the page,
laying them to fit together, artistically or proper.

Face over the pond, glad that it is late fall,
digging ivy from between liner, earth and stone,
alone with thoughts of the oddity of their shape,
resemblance of old life, bones that never were.

The best part of all that work,
all that play to lay something that strikes a cord,
brings a smile, satisfaction with the sight of achievement
tomorrow before begining again.

Damn the end of November and I can feel a Frosty influence creeping in.
 
... and the winner will receive a virtual :rose::rose::rose:bouquet.:rose::rose::rose:

Just imagine your budding idea
as it flows and grows
sprouts and roots
and rewards
you like
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Daw ☺️ it's a snowball effect, inspiration, everyone else's stuff, plus's challenges, I love it!. And I've learned more about poetry, form, metre, feet etc on here than I ever learned at school.
 
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Every day is a good day when I log on and see a new post in writing live.
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Re: Guilty Pleasure's- Almost Lost

Had a similar experience although not in winter. We drove across S Alberta from Waterton Park to Cypress Hills and didn't fill up before leaving only to discover there were only cardlock gas stations in between. We made it on fumes - which was lucky as my partner was almost ready to kill me.

However, I don't think I'll write a poem about it.
 
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Ku's last in the Hi Ku thread makes me remember my sig line from times ago, 'What strange machinery she has between her ears'. When I woke her up early yesterday she was on melt down. After a good sleep that day she told me it was a reboot.
>>This<< poem was written between then and now. Well done. Sure would like to see it in New Poems.
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one of the stanza has me troubled though.
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R.E.M dreams closest to that prize
do most the work
sorting trivia and trash
storing, storing, storing
on our hard drives
where subconscious functions
runs scans, fixes broken links, compresses, optimises space
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shouldn't that be soft drives? :)
 
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Ku's last in the Hi Ku thread makes me remember my sig line from times ago, 'What strange machinery she has between her ears'. When I woke her up early yesterday she was on melt down. After a good sleep that day she told me it was a reboot.
This poem was written.
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R.E.M dreams closest to that prize
do most the work
sorting trivia and trash
storing, storing, storing
on our hard drives
where subconscious functions
runs scans, fixes broken links, compresses, optimises space
..
shouldn't that be soft drives? :)
between the dog howling and barking half the night at coyotes (she only howls at coyotes) and you breaking my sleep a zillion times and THEN waking me early WITH the cat, yes, i was a bit out of sorts, lol. :eek:

yes, probably... soft drives, that is :p
 
Re: Guilty Pleasure's- Almost Lost

Had a similar experience although not in winter. We drove across S Alberta from Waterton Park to Cypress Hills and didn't fill up before leaving only to discover there were only cardlock gas stations in between. We made it on fumes - which was lucky as my partner was almost ready to kill me.

However, I don't think I'll write a poem about it.
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Loved it and the one after too.
 
♥️

Some of the best people I've had the pleasure of knowing say the same.

Thanks to you and GP for giving my muse a nudge with your poems. :heart:

And todski, your poem is powerful! I truly love how we inspire each other here.
 
By the time I was 8 I’d tasted
blood from my own face
gnawed at it as if it were steak
to try a quell the growl of my stomach

the beady eyed stares of people looking down on me
I was dog shit they had to scrape from their feet

treated like the mange riddled dog
that’s hackles are always up
milky eyes glaring murder

didn’t want to be poor
didn’t want to have torn clothes
didn’t choose to be beaten

I didn’t get to have the fair fights

my story is a dime a fucking dozen
in the ghetto no matter
what colour or creed you are


No war but class war
👊
 
It’s full of my typical verbiage and in ability to shut the hell up, but I appreciate the kind words Angie, you’re too kind to me :)

I think both our poems are honest because we wrote what we experienced. And since it's the Writing Live thread I won't get on your case about editing. :D

:heart:
 
I wonder about that too, if everything else these day is simply semantics, but since I only know what I know and that isn’t much, easier to keep quiet and work

I agree. I've about had it with social media cause I'm sick of the endless arguing over semantics (at best).
 
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