I am worried that this important thread is being neglected. Would people please consider the issue and post their views.

hi, I know this poem has not attracted a great deal of attention but I would love to add a photo of my Freud figure in his toothbrush mug. I cant get image option to work so far. help, please?

thank you Ben. I just made two edits each of which made me happy! in a week's time I will give it a serious review and see how I can improve it.

I put Sigmund Freud in a toothbrush mug arms high, waving his knowledge and his confidence, after all, only fools or niche psychoanalysts dare to wear bow-ties. In his right hand, probably a cigar maybe a burnt pencil, either way, ready to tap the ashes of the burning relationship I bring him. In th...

and I like it too. it is a light clever piece with a nice pacy rhythm. thanks.
and don't tell Moonlight (because this is strictly confidential) but he is a *****

and my comments are only about the tone of your posts not their substance. I expect you can easily distinguish the two. I can take perfectly comfortably your objective criticism. But I had a small passing curiosity about your evident unhappiness. You are perhaps not aware/mature enough to deal with ...

that is a naiive response Moonlight. I make no confusion between ease of writing and ability. On the contrary I am confessing that I can't develop beyond what comes easy. I am also lucky that what comes easy for me is decent enough (albeit not more). Incidentally, being new here and therefor not kno...

ok let me come clean. I wrote this in under 5 minutes. It is typical of what I do. I wish I could write much better poems but I can't. they are all fine and interesting and ok'ish. and that's it. any similarity to cohen is chance. this is actaully my own voice. and, incidentally, Cohen doesn't make ...

cohen lite?
quite alright.

thanks

I would like to change the two lines so the ambiguity is a wee bit clearer. In the shadow of our love, you began to dance with another steps we had never shared. It was my suggestion, I designed the invitation with years of nagging reason. Now the cries of my objection are lost under your sighs of d...

In the shadow of our love, you began to dance with another steps we had never shared. It was my suggestion, I designed the invitation with years of nagging reason. Now the cries of my objection are lost under your sighs of discovery. And I know it's not sighs that matter and I always thought it migh...