Usually your self-deprecation is a bit more lofty (hoity-toity) than this, so I'm decidedly delighted you stepped down into my gutter-ball world of gory inventory & rank-smelling rhymes. You have painted your self-loathing so sleazy, who am I to red-mark the venerated English Teacher? *wink! wink!* fondly, Margie
I could relate very much. Getting carried away and farting out crappy poem after poem. It all seems great after a couple of drinks. I trash most of them the next morning. Very witty, sir.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I need a few drinks then...thank you for the tip, AJNJ---
I'll have a few, and then try again.. read moreI need a few drinks then...thank you for the tip, AJNJ---
I'll have a few, and then try again.
j.
Nuns, rosary, being seven. Then they gave you 13 years lent, and you fart in their face.
I'm afraid it's hell for you, no ifs no buts. Just checked with the old Priest who just won't die. The candles I borrowed mean I'm joining you.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
welcome...we will burn up together.
thank you, Paul,
j.
Oh well, when I was seven I BELIEVED I was a mermaid in some previous life and I believe it's from where my own world grew, so... dear Jacob as a poet your world have been there all along, if You noticed it or not, it grows as You grow... and it's good if You've tried and wrote in different styles regardless what other say because that's how You find your poetic self and your muse :)
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..