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Cheers A.

posted by C_C_T on October 30, 2017 at 1:58 AM | link to this | reply

posted by Annicita on October 29, 2017 at 12:45 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Ciel

Lovley explanation Ciel . You fish in the deep water of one's aspiration. I suppose some things we say are drips and splashes of inhibitions and desires. Well at least when one is young.

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:42 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Again, I am happily surprised by your metaphor and

Thank you Pat  am trying to write one new poem each time just to keep the tempo up.

Although when I look at older ones I wonder if it is true that good poets die young.

 Perhaps it is better to be mediocre.

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:36 AM | link to this | reply

Re: blackcat

Lo, BC. Well you do not have to read them. Just a quick comment. I sometimes wonder if folk read replies, they take up quite a lot of time, I suppose not many of us are here for the money it is a kind of addiction. Be lucky   

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:32 AM | link to this | reply

Re: FS.

Well honestly I don't spend long on them, usually have other worries, no drink day today

Just nonalcoholic, thank you.  

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:21 AM | link to this | reply

Re:Bill

Well you are the kiddy Bill. The artist.

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:17 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Kabu

Well I sometimes wonder if I am being boring and should talk about things like operating .on chickens when they are crop bound. But there again I expect you know things about gelding a bull calf or pushing a breast-plough over barren land. I have never thought of reading them out, probably be too embarrassedd. We have a distinct country accent one hears it sometimes leaking through in a rather posh ladies conversation.

posted by C_C_T on October 29, 2017 at 8:15 AM | link to this | reply

one has to read your poems out loud to really appreciate them they come alive with the voice. love these as usual dear matey

posted by Kabu on October 28, 2017 at 3:21 PM | link to this | reply

C.C.T.

Moving right along. romance's always a sub text sir. I like women that way.

posted by BC-A on October 28, 2017 at 11:23 AM | link to this | reply

We enjoy getting to know you through your poems...The memories are burned onto the speaker.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on October 28, 2017 at 9:19 AM | link to this | reply

hmmmm... I'm not always good with poetry but the second one seems heavy... 

posted by -blackcat on October 28, 2017 at 8:08 AM | link to this | reply

Again, I am happily surprised by your metaphor and

the mood inspired by the fleeting images... 

posted by Pat_B on October 28, 2017 at 7:46 AM | link to this | reply

Your first poem reinforces that one of the great human needs is to be recognized for our selves, to be known truly. A second is to be welcomed, celebrated maybe, for being our selves. Parents set the pattern, though, when they try to make the child meet their expectations and plans, instead of learning first who the child is.

posted by Ciel on October 28, 2017 at 7:34 AM | link to this | reply

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