My spelling is quite atrocious
And my grammar is perplexing
I'm not literately ferocious
Which makes reading me quite vexing
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I've not been lauded for my ideas To which I'm told their all quite trite And my spark light is just average For a genius that's not so Bright. Poetry writing has catharsic effect it is true. Writing becomes medicine. sometimes it is better than taking all kinds of chemicals in the form of tablets. tony
i fee l that you describe me in this poem. I related to this poem because in my life It was true I hope you read my latest
I know how you feel Leeann, I think its a related human feeling, that's why I think art exists as a spiritual band-aid that gives us a small reprieve. I look forward to reading your latest work! .
I take it butterflies mean women.They might surprise you one day. Kind regards.
Actually Sally I was inferring to people in general, men, women, trans or those undecided. In general I was referring to myself and all those who live in societies margins. Hope all is well.
I take it butterflies mean women. They might surprise you one day. Kind regards.
And such powerful medicine, Kevin! Absolutely marvellous poem! What a treat to read!
PROBABLY damned, not dammed, BUT............you did type: My spelling is quite atrocious! ! Now, at the risk of annoying you: For I write just too survive.........to your stated Topic of anger doesn't 'work for me'. but i have a 'good PH friend', James McLain, formerly Is It Poetry, who always (i think) uses green for a topic, no matter the actual topic, AND he, too, is spelling-disabled at times. ha ha. bri :)
literately is new to me. adverb form of literate. nice. i just read Poet's Notes: i'm glad you didn't explode; i hate messiness! ! ! To which I'm told their all quite trite........i think: they're all and: ..............theirs only spat...........theirs again? and spat, meaning what? (to be continued) ....
......those days happen to everyone ★ some times I wish to go into the forest and scream also....especially when I hear news reports of the killer clowns in Manchester and London
Yes sometimes we do just for the therapy. What a great outlet. A pressure release valve to stop one from steaming himself to oblivion. Good write and very relatable
This is magnificent. This poem has a certain surrealism coursing through it.... Just brilliant.
I absolutely love this, it moves me and I can certainly relate...Excellent poem.....
I love this! Just how I feel sometimes. Keep on writing your feelings.
Right on! So good Patrick! Keep singing the voice of your soul... Bravo.
.......I always associate butterflies with beauty and silence.....this poem is like a classic, the title metaphor grabbed my attention.....great metaphor....great writing....wonder what your day was like........
Love these lines... My meters rarely rhyme which is a poetic crime, A larceny in artistry. I love how after you say those lines you go on to give the example of how that don't rhyme in the manner you described. To me this poem comes across as sort of a sarcastic humorous approach to a self defeating attitude but then again you are quite content with who you are and realize that how you do things isn't the social norm which makes you proud of who you are and how you write and that most of all is something I can appreciate. The title also says alot because from the larva you came and have gone through that metamorphosis evolving and growing as you adapt and fly over the world around you.
Aloha Kevin... Good work my brother bard... sling out the fun! and tout the extra-ordinary! rule this world wit your words! caught this drift and your bio... word working fun is the way to go... Sieg Heil! you gotta google Dave Chappelle, and watch the white power spoof from some years ago... you will bust a gut! it is the Clayton Bigsby, the black white supremist episode... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.
Merit hid in demerits - well you have counted much - yet you are nice and lo! I am reading with interest andyou wrote well thanks
I write just to survive....very wonderful writing. Simple and powerful, honest and delighted. Keep on writing.
Wonderful! The perfect title is what got me to read it in the first place.