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Poem J
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:49 am
by LaurieAK
Poem J:
Flaws
Tonight I am going to eat
my old love letters.
It’s a matter of revenge
they have a bitter taste.
When I think how we used to be together
in the study
in the lounge
in the dining room
and in the bathroom
The only floors in our
relationship, then
Were all blessed by our rolling
around on them
We even did it in the kitchen once
but now I bake
in the places where we used to play
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:00 am
by LaurieAK
Hi~
HaHa. Funny stuff.
Note to self: do not eat this writer's homemade cookies...
Thanks,
Laurie
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:13 pm
by Diane
Nice word play. If I'd thought of using the last two lines, I'd have written a pome around "Now I fake in the places where we used to play".
Diane
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:16 pm
by Nightstalker
I can't exactly say why, but I absolutely loved this poem!
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:28 pm
by mickey_one
Diane wrote:Nice word play. If I'd thought of using the last two lines, I'd have written a pome around "Now I fake in the places where we used to play".
Diane
maybe the writer rejected "fake" as far too obvious? (the Forum Firing Squad arrive to execute the Man who dared diss the winner)
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:29 pm
by mickey_one
Nightstalker wrote:I can't exactly say why, but I absolutely loved this poem!
maybe, because we all love lightweight flim-flam sometimes.
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:22 am
by Diane
Nonsense. "B" was the first letter in the alphabet that produced a rhyming word, so you didn't even think of the word "fake".
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 1:26 am
by mickey_one
Diane wrote:Nonsense. "B" was the first letter in the alphabet that produced a rhyming word, so you didn't even think of the word "fake".
ah, all an alphabetical approach, absolutely atypical, astonishing amazing Alpha Ape.
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 1:30 am
by mickey_one
Diane wrote:Nonsense. "B" was the first letter in the alphabet that produced a rhyming word, so you didn't even think of the word "fake".
now let me help you, "fake" would have been just a mere variation of "ache", each substituting a bodily feeling for some bodily action ("play") whereas the brilliance of the anonymous writer of this trivial piece subverted "place" and turned it into location. Well, I pay homage, I am dazzled, I offer my humble salute to this unknown soldier of poetry. Like many in real wars, it is the Generals and Field-Marshalls that take the glory, but you should investigate and examine some privates, Diane, yes they may automatically stand to attention in your prescence yet they may have more than you first realize.
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:12 pm
by Diane
Had you got to "r" you could have had it in the garden.
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 1:17 pm
by mickey_one
Diane wrote:Had you got to "r" you could have had it in the garden.
and w, at sea, or after a funeral, or simply in bed?
Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:10 pm
by Tri-me
I see it as yep it was fun, now I am baking a cake.........and maybe.......put the pieces of the letters in the batter. Serve it to my friends and family........, eat it all myself I don't know this is why the poem is fun to me.
Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 1:24 am
by mickey_one
Tri-me wrote:I see it as yep it was fun, now I am baking a cake.........and maybe.......put the pieces of the letters in the batter. Serve it to my friends and family........, eat it all myself I don't know this is why the poem is fun to me.
thank you