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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.

Lovely response and comeuppance, Mickey_One. I also remember those poems of yours, thanks for bringing them forward. I enjoyed them as much this time around, as the first. I'm not surprized you still love your mug .

~ Lizzy

Yes, 'Mickey', (aka Strictly Confidential)

I liked it before too. Still do. So, where have you been?

~ Makera

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

well, at least no-one can suggest that "coinky dink" is a cliché!! But whatever does it mean?

Hi YDF ~

I think it's breaking the word coincidence down into its syllables, but with the 'hard c' [k] sound in the latter two.

~ Lizzy

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

To Whom It May Concern:

See previous breakdown of term "coinky dink" . Identities don't concern me . Even if not here, we all have more than one . who's to say, YDF, that your current 'group' hasn't aged you overnight .

~ Lizzy

Jekylls & Hydes/Jackals & Hides

Mickey, when are you buying the tea? I shall of course, provide the gossip.
Georges.

Great, Georges! I love it! The kind of gentle humour I prefer. Now, that's what I call a gentlemanly response .

Bangor Cafe
October 25th 2004
14.34
so, *where* are you, mate?

~ Late again, eh, Georges?

I was there, where the hell were you? I was wearing a red rose.......
You are so fickle michael, standing a guy up.........