Whither Johhny Goldsmith

[Sideways]

When him boy
Small and nice
Him eat meatball and rice
Now man
Small and needy
With poetrys
Very bad and weedy
Each one same
" look at me
Look at me"
If I mentions name Leonard Cohens
Will you look at me
Look at me
Realiser I exist
But if you ignores me
I go back Life
Always pissed

[Geoffrey]

When him boy
Small and nice
Him eat meatball and rice
Now man
Small and needy
With poetrys
Very bad and weedy
Each one same
" look at me
Look at me"
If I mentions name Leonard Cohens
Will you look at me
Look at me
Realiser I exist
But if you ignores me
I go back Life
Always pissed

not like that, sideways. do it nicely, like this:
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dear mr goldsmith sir

please don't be disheartened by the lack of response to your work. you get top marks for effort, and that is something important to build upon. poetry can be rather dull if the author fails to reveal anything about himself. it has to be personal, for otherwise there is no emotional substance. a writer who avoids subjectivity invites anonymity. i know it's not always easy for people to stand naked and be honest, to write on an emotional level, to not hide anything. yet, if you can do that, and simultaneously sprinkle your story with unpredictability and metaphor, then you will be able to harvest many comments and much interest.

yours sincerely
a well-wisher

[Sideways]

On Thursday 5 poems of poetry and writing
Friday none
Saturday none so far

Whither Johnny Goldsmith?

You have an audience begging for more, Geoffrey even took time off painting pictures of famour Mohammed Ali, the prophet boxer, two address you

[Geoffrey]

On Thursday 5 poems of poetry and writing
Friday none
Saturday none so far

Whither Johnny Goldsmith?

You have an audience begging for more, Geoffrey even took time off painting pictures of famour Mohammed Ali, the prophet boxer, two address you

sideways, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and unacceptably impolite. nobody is "begging for more". no one has made even a single comment. you really must make more effort to give encouragement. reading between your lines you are saying that his poems are like little oil slicks in a swimming pool, that he'll never be a poet for as long as his backside points downwards, that you'd rather have all your teeth pulled out by a blind orangutan than read another of his offerings - and i think that is very unchivalrous of you.

[Sideways]

Oh no my pointing is very diference. Completely wrongo you have it, sad and mistake Geoffree.

I want MOOR! When Johnny Goldsmith his poems I see I shout "hooray" many times. But no goodbye now he left. He spits on our hospitals which we showed with BIG group hug really.


Oh this be ineffably sad and I cry. Many times.

Whither Johhny, wither Geofree, whither love?

[Geoffrey]

The Man you look for, many sad hours and even minutes as well, is Sir Johhny Goldsmith, he of poetry troll City. Pity. No- one shouts Hooray when read his crap shit.

very interesting, sideways, i am sure - but i yearn for intelligent and insightful contact with someone who dares speak without first raising a hand as if to catch a cricket ball. i want to be a siamese twin sharing a lamborghini driving seat, not a passenger on the back saddle of a tandem bicycle. for in here there are surveillance cameras, policing moderators waiting to pounce like hungry hyenas. the road to triumph is strewn with spikes that will puncture every effort to reach victory. but remember, paradise was built on a battlefield, and you cannot stop holes appearing in socks unless you clip some toenails.

[Sideways]

That's your wife on the back of my horse
And no amount of lickspittle denial
will turn my blood red

I'm sorry it's come to this, Geofree ( or shall I call you Johnny)

[Sideways]

I just seen where he withered. To return without acknowledgio the exposure of his tal ("tal" New Internet Dictionary, Harper & Collins, 2015 def; "a long way short of talent") is sheer rudery and arrow gants.

[Geoffrey]

I just seen where he withered. To return without acknowledgio the exposure of his tal ("tal" New Internet Dictionary, Harper & Collins, 2015 def; "a long way short of talent") is sheer rudery and arrow gants.

i can't understand what in darnation you keep rabbiting about, you halfwitted git!
kind regards -geoffrey

[Sideways]

I just seen where he withered. To return without acknowledgio the exposure of his tal ("tal" New Internet Dictionary, Harper & Collins, 2015 def; "a long way short of talent") is sheer rudery and arrow gants.

i can't understand what in darnation you keep rabbiting about, you halfwitted git!
kind regards -geoffrey

Geoffers, what are you on about, you half-gitted wit?

[Sideways]

I am really glad Johnny Goldsmith was banned. I don't miss his excessive posting.