Never-Know-It-All And Know-It-All Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Never-Know-It-All And Know-It-All

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I never knew what love was
When I hadn't loved at all.
Once I loved I knew it
And knew that I would always love
By never knowing all.

I knew what was love
When I hadn't loved at all,
Knew that when it came along
It didn't stand a chance
Because I knew it all.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 03 May 2018

I think you have nailed the alluring essence of love. You think you know it all, but you don't. If you come across to a girl as a know-all, it will damage your chances I am sure. But if she thinks that you know nothing, that is not much good either. A most thought-provoking poem It's good that you are closing on 2000 poems: I am over 630, thinking of 1000. It's compulsive.

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Bri Edwards 22 April 2018

ok, i'll squeeze this fine poem into the last slot in my/our May 2018 showcase. Thanks. it should be in shortly. bri :)

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Bri Edwards 16 April 2018

(continued) ...Know-it-alls aka people who (think they) know it all, or act as though they do, may have PROBLEMS in relationships, at work or play or in a marriage/'domestic partnership' (which should be a combination of work and play; i say that because, having had 4 wives, I KNOW IT ALL! ! !) . but a really, REALLY smart know-it-all can pretend to NOT know it all, thereby increasing her/his chance of being a success in 'love' and other pursuits. bri :)

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Bri Edwards 16 April 2018

THE last couple of lines caused a very light chuckle to escape from this reader's body. i like the title; it IS alluring, in a weird sort of way. the poem makes sense i guess. anyway i did like it. this will go into MyPoemList and perhaps to a showcase, perhaps for June, my birth month; this June i REALLY will be old, but not till the 28th! ! ok, maybe the 27th. (to continue) ...

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Michael Walker 20 December 2017

A compelling paradox here: to know what love is from experience; and to know what love is when you have not loved. The lyric raises the question of whether or not personal experience is needed or not, to know a thing like love. I think imagination can tell you a great deal, without experience.

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Douglas Scotney

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Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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