In The Rain
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Comment from Karen Cherry Threadgill
Well, I followed along. Your head was in your pants for parts of this. My ex husband did those and wanted to stay up all night talking, just talking.I never needed mushrooms to be like that. Good writing.
Karen
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Well, I followed along. Your head was in your pants for parts of this. My ex husband did those and wanted to stay up all night talking, just talking.I never needed mushrooms to be like that. Good writing.
Karen
Comment Written 26-Mar-2024
Comment from jake cosmos aller
wild poetic musing about life in the big city, life on the streets, prostitution, and street life interesting that you came up with this while in Vietnam on gaurd duty.
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wild poetic musing about life in the big city, life on the streets, prostitution, and street life interesting that you came up with this while in Vietnam on gaurd duty.
Comment Written 25-Mar-2024
Comment from Heidixoxo
Hello friend,
Again another AMAZING piece!! You're truly very talented and great with your words. I keep waiting for just one to disappoint me. Ahh that's never going to happen. Thank you for fighting for our country...you're a true hero!!
Heidixoxo
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Hello friend,
Again another AMAZING piece!! You're truly very talented and great with your words. I keep waiting for just one to disappoint me. Ahh that's never going to happen. Thank you for fighting for our country...you're a true hero!!
Heidixoxo
Comment Written 25-Mar-2024
Comment from hullabaloo22
Wow!
This poem manages to paint a pretty grim picture. I was surprised to read that it was written in 1969; it could so well apply to a lot of present society.
Complex in form, perfectly executed.
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Wow!
This poem manages to paint a pretty grim picture. I was surprised to read that it was written in 1969; it could so well apply to a lot of present society.
Complex in form, perfectly executed.
Comment Written 25-Mar-2024
Comment from barbara.wilkey
Thank you for reposting this poem for our reading pleasure. I struggled understanding all this poem has to offer. After reading the author's notes I understand why.
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Thank you for reposting this poem for our reading pleasure. I struggled understanding all this poem has to offer. After reading the author's notes I understand why.
Comment Written 25-Mar-2024
Comment from Lea Tonin1
Wow all I can say is wow! That really would seem like a completely totally mushroom inspired poem! I really quite love it I can't make sense of it all but I adore your word choices and many of the phrases that you turn. What type of poem would you call this I wonder? It's really good no matter what state you were in when you wrote it. I see no issues with the subject matter sentence structure or spelling great job have an awesome day!
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Wow all I can say is wow! That really would seem like a completely totally mushroom inspired poem! I really quite love it I can't make sense of it all but I adore your word choices and many of the phrases that you turn. What type of poem would you call this I wonder? It's really good no matter what state you were in when you wrote it. I see no issues with the subject matter sentence structure or spelling great job have an awesome day!
Comment Written 25-Mar-2024
Comment from Day Z Chayn
Yeah, Tom I know what it means.
Reading this poem means I endured too much of Charles Bukowski's along with Allen Ginsberg's words of wisdom while wallowing in wysteria (you heard me right) while my all too conservative undergraduate English profs. either despised both Ginsberg and Bukowski in the same sentence or otherwise had never heard or read of either of them.
I'll try to grab hold of some 'reality sandwiches' for lunch. In the meantime you can explore (or just abhor) my newest work, but beware, it may also piss you off.
~Shane~
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Yeah, Tom I know what it means.
Reading this poem means I endured too much of Charles Bukowski's along with Allen Ginsberg's words of wisdom while wallowing in wysteria (you heard me right) while my all too conservative undergraduate English profs. either despised both Ginsberg and Bukowski in the same sentence or otherwise had never heard or read of either of them.
I'll try to grab hold of some 'reality sandwiches' for lunch. In the meantime you can explore (or just abhor) my newest work, but beware, it may also piss you off.
~Shane~
Comment Written 31-Oct-2017
Comment from Poetic Friend
Welcome back, Easy. It is good to see that you are posting again. FanStory missed your well-rhymed and well-metered work. I like your mixed metered stanzas.
This is a bit melancholy, but packed with imagery, alliteration and depth(substance). It is the type of poem that the reader remembers months after reading it.
Thank you for sharing this masterful work.
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Welcome back, Easy. It is good to see that you are posting again. FanStory missed your well-rhymed and well-metered work. I like your mixed metered stanzas.
This is a bit melancholy, but packed with imagery, alliteration and depth(substance). It is the type of poem that the reader remembers months after reading it.
Thank you for sharing this masterful work.
Comment Written 31-Oct-2017
Comment from Pantygynt
For me this is is one of those poems you absorb rather than understand cerebrally. It sounds to me like rap, but I am certainly no expert on that, though it is the rhythms, repetitions and rhymes that hammer away in your head as you read aloud.
The I read the notes.
Now I have never tasted a magic mushroom nor smoked anything other than tobacco, but I would say that Charlie must have been taking a night off, luckily for you while you were writing this. Our gain was Charlie's loss.
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For me this is is one of those poems you absorb rather than understand cerebrally. It sounds to me like rap, but I am certainly no expert on that, though it is the rhythms, repetitions and rhymes that hammer away in your head as you read aloud.
The I read the notes.
Now I have never tasted a magic mushroom nor smoked anything other than tobacco, but I would say that Charlie must have been taking a night off, luckily for you while you were writing this. Our gain was Charlie's loss.
Comment Written 31-Oct-2017
Comment from apky
This piece races, and has some magical imagery.
Your last lines particularly spoke to me, wrapped up in that temple of Mammon.
Bleached bone is honed too thin to win
White skin is stretched too tight to fight
And every beggar on the street
Will die alone at Mammon's feet
Great write.
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This piece races, and has some magical imagery.
Your last lines particularly spoke to me, wrapped up in that temple of Mammon.
Bleached bone is honed too thin to win
White skin is stretched too tight to fight
And every beggar on the street
Will die alone at Mammon's feet
Great write.
Comment Written 30-Oct-2017
