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S74rw4rd-13d commented on: That Man Now In The White House by S74rw4rd-13d 37 weeks 2 hours* ago* Exactly as the poem: Exactly as the poem describes. [ go to comment ]
ramonathompsont commented on: Our Hero, Trump! by ramonathompsont 37 weeks 3 hours* ago* dude! chill! its just a poem!: dude! chill! its just a poem! As I have said before... I write for all views. Pro and Con [ go to comment ]
ramonathompsont commented on: That Man Now In The White House by S74rw4rd-13d 37 weeks 3 hours* ago* wow how do you really feel?: wow how do you really feel? lol very powerful words [ go to comment ]
S74rw4rd-13d commented on: Our Hero, Trump! by ramonathompsont 37 weeks 3 hours* ago* The eighth line: do you . .: The eighth line: do you . . . can you even possibly . . . think that man who has usurped the Presidency is greater than even Abraham Lincoln? [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: PEPPER GLASS DREAMS by georgeschaefer 37 weeks 11 hours* ago* You and me both! And as: You and me both! And as scratch paper we used legal size yellow ruled pads. [ go to comment ]
georgeschaefer commented on: PEPPER GLASS DREAMS by georgeschaefer 37 weeks 11 hours* ago* filling up those old spiral: filling up those old spiral notebooks was something I lived for back in the day [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: Blue-Collar Poetry by Pungus 37 weeks 14 hours* ago* Everything is not about: Everything is not about intellect but probably more about heart and passion in fusion with smarts of sorts [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: to one watching stars by redbrick 37 weeks 16 hours* ago* Most glad that words have: Most glad that words have allowed articulation [ go to comment ]
Pungus commented on: Blue-Collar Poetry by Pungus 37 weeks 16 hours* ago* However my first fear would: However my first fear would be that I couldn't keep up, due to the vast gap I have of intellectual inferiority in comparing where we stand on the food-chain, and thereby either foolishly embarress myself like usual or reluctantly cower under the recognition of my surfaced stupidity. That being said, I suppose as a concept to conquer these qualms I can consider myself a student of sorts. The choice is yours. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: Blue-Collar Poetry by Pungus 37 weeks 16 hours* ago* That was fun! Yes, we should: That was fun! Yes, we should do that again [ go to comment ]
S74rw4rd-13d commented on: Easter Sunday Night, April 14th, About 10:00PM Local Time by S74rw4rd-13d 37 weeks 17 hours* ago* It does indeed!: It does indeed! [ go to comment ]
Pungus commented on: Blue-Collar Poetry by Pungus 37 weeks 18 hours* ago* Wow, if someone told me I: Wow, if someone told me I would receive a comment at all on this little widget, let alone one as utterly spectacular as that, I wouldn't have believed it. But wow, thank you, that was a very nice way to begin this expectant night of no-sleep. Perhaps we can see how long our patterned chat may last, like last time? [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: Easter Sunday Night, April 14th, About 10:00PM Local Time by S74rw4rd-13d 37 weeks 19 hours* ago* Here is the link to that: Here is the link to that response poem: https://postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1127489 Hope it does justice [ go to comment ]
S74rw4rd-13d commented on: Easter Sunday Night, April 14th, About 10:00PM Local Time by S74rw4rd-13d 37 weeks 19 hours* ago* Coming from a Poet whose: Coming from a Poet whose poems I supremely admire, this is one of the finest comments I have ever received here. I am humbled before the presence of your kind words, and I am very, very grateful for them. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: Blue-Collar Poetry by Pungus 37 weeks 20 hours* ago* Short, unvarnished, and wry;: Short, unvarnished, and wry; much like a quick word shared between coworkers at the end of a grueling shift. It distills a working-class voice down to its bluntest truth: “Alls I wanna do... is / Crack open a couple-a / Cold ones.” The poetic speaker owns their exhaustion and doesn’t dress it up. In fact, the closing line: “So pardon poor quality” is a cheeky nod to the poem’s own rough edges, as if the poem apologizes for being a poem at all; that’s where the power lives. This poem doesn't strive for perfection; it leans into the sweat, the slang, and the syntax of the shift floor. It says, “Here I am, tired and tipsy, and this is still art.” There’s a subtle defiance in that simplicity. The poetic speaker may be too beat down to wax lyrical, but the act of writing (even poorly) is a kind of claim to space, to voice, to survival. Labourers of the world, Unite! [ go to comment ]