Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Dirge For A Joker Comments

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Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from teh pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.
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Sylvia Plath
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Dale ellen 13 February 2019

Like a hamster in a cage my.mind goes round and round no.answers nothing sage I listen for a sound I need a sign a word i struggle through the night the world is so Absurd and i j just can't get it right why is life so difficult? Why is life so strange? Why am I so different? .Why am I insane? I get no answers nothing wise Only old worn alibis

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Dale ellen 13 February 2019

Please.Critique the above poem

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Dale ellen 13 February 2019

She was writing about herself

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Akhtar Jawad 17 September 2014

Oh! you are dead, Ok I am coming behind you. Just a cup of tea and a few biscuits.

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Akhtar Jawad 17 September 2014

Really enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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