Poetry "arguments" on this Forum!
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Poetry "arguments" on this Forum!
I turn my back for just a month or two and look at you all, arguing away!
Here is a poem I posted on this forum some months ago. I can't remember if it had a title.
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 fascinating relationship I bring him.
In that same bathroom accessory,
late at night,
husband sleeping,
wife returns,
anxious creeping
she gargles out her consensual infidelity.
Now, here's a strange one-
a month ago
she knew a ton of feathers weighed
as much as a ton of lead,
but that the burden of sharing
matched the burden of secrecy
was not within her head.
Her man-
now here's a strange one
strong enough to be weak
a week enough to make him wonder
if his boast that monogamy was unnatural,
unlike beech or oak,
was really just a middle-class theory.
Anyway, she comes there
then she comes back,
then she comes again,
and he hasn't a clue
if he is any happier now
than he ever was.
And that will be £100,
Sigmund says,
from one mug to another.
I liked it then, and I like it now. I have that little figure, a birthday present, and it still lives in my bathroom. The piece may not draw too much attention here because, whether I damn well approve or not, I can't force the tatse of others here and I can't "educate" them either unless they volunteer!
So, in the meantime, let anyone else post simpler, rhyming verse, clichees or otherwise. Why do you think people write soppy greetings cards? Because there is a market, whether I.....
There is a place for George and a place for me
if we happen to meet
the tea's
on me.
Here is a poem I posted on this forum some months ago. I can't remember if it had a title.
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 fascinating relationship I bring him.
In that same bathroom accessory,
late at night,
husband sleeping,
wife returns,
anxious creeping
she gargles out her consensual infidelity.
Now, here's a strange one-
a month ago
she knew a ton of feathers weighed
as much as a ton of lead,
but that the burden of sharing
matched the burden of secrecy
was not within her head.
Her man-
now here's a strange one
strong enough to be weak
a week enough to make him wonder
if his boast that monogamy was unnatural,
unlike beech or oak,
was really just a middle-class theory.
Anyway, she comes there
then she comes back,
then she comes again,
and he hasn't a clue
if he is any happier now
than he ever was.
And that will be £100,
Sigmund says,
from one mug to another.
I liked it then, and I like it now. I have that little figure, a birthday present, and it still lives in my bathroom. The piece may not draw too much attention here because, whether I damn well approve or not, I can't force the tatse of others here and I can't "educate" them either unless they volunteer!
So, in the meantime, let anyone else post simpler, rhyming verse, clichees or otherwise. Why do you think people write soppy greetings cards? Because there is a market, whether I.....
There is a place for George and a place for me
if we happen to meet
the tea's
on me.
Oh, now I see! Haha! You did join Allpoetry back in January when I suggested it. You only just re-surfaced there again... I wondered why your handle looked familiar. 
Aha, do you moonlight as Critic2 / CriTictoo, by any chance? Hmmm, interesting how both names appeared, one immediately after the other, on one of my pages there just a couple of hours ago. And you both can't spell without an accent on your keyboards...
What a coinky dink, eh!
~ Makera

Aha, do you moonlight as Critic2 / CriTictoo, by any chance? Hmmm, interesting how both names appeared, one immediately after the other, on one of my pages there just a couple of hours ago. And you both can't spell without an accent on your keyboards...
What a coinky dink, eh!

~ Makera
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Good Morning, L
You are deluded. I am only myself. I am not Old Dr. Freud. Old Dr. Freud is Mikeyone/Strictly confidential/C2 and quite possibly Avalon as well. (Avalon in his current reincarnation is a ringer...his denunciations of Critic2 were merely meant to move the story line along.) Check back and you will see that Avalon's previous postings were quite unkind to poor George.
Stay in touch,
YdF
You are deluded. I am only myself. I am not Old Dr. Freud. Old Dr. Freud is Mikeyone/Strictly confidential/C2 and quite possibly Avalon as well. (Avalon in his current reincarnation is a ringer...his denunciations of Critic2 were merely meant to move the story line along.) Check back and you will see that Avalon's previous postings were quite unkind to poor George.
Stay in touch,
YdF
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