I have been scribbling silly verses since I was 10. A lot were written to help with bad feeling, like when my Dad died when I was 10.5yo, and when I had other serious problems in my life. I think being able to scribble silly verses got bad feelings out of my head and helped to keep me going mental. Now I am TRYING to learn to improve a bit.
I am going to remove my poems and leave the site as it is not giving me what I had hoped for. I can see that there are so many poems posted every day that it is impossible for mine to be seen and critiqued as I had hoped. That is the way I thought I would learn but can see now that it is not likely to happen due to the number of other far more excellent poems posted every day.
I saw a Primrose today, I doubt it saw me
As it peeped, coyly from amongst the long grass.
How can such hope and promise be held
In such a small shy flower?
If you would have the route to grand success
So you will know that always you will win.
Take butter, fifty grams, no more no less,
Then slices five of bread and put that in
I listened to him for over an hour:
Chest out, head up, singing his soul’s feelings.
To who? Nobody listened, Nobody responded
But I did.
How well I remember as I’m slumped in my chair:
Be’reft of movement, bereft of hair.
My bodily odors might foul the air
I’m sorry, you see I’m not offered care.