Don't Look For Fleas On Me Poem by valentin savin

Don't Look For Fleas On Me

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DON'T LOOK FOR FLEAS ON ME
Poet's life is not at all easy.
Nobody seems to need his poetry.
For some people he is cheesy -
An ape fallen from a tree.

I decided not to be a poet.
«Attaboy, better save your nerves! »
Said my wife when I told her that.
I gave her the respect she deserves.

I realized: all women are bitches,
Sitting like worms in their niches.

I do not want anyone's pity,
I must do something on this earth.
It has to be something pretty
And something that really has worth.

The winter turned me into a wreck.
I must find a path or lose,
Or put the rope around my neck.
But it's hard to sing with a noose.

It's the winter's fatigue to blame.
Nightingales start sing in spring.
I haven't that talent, nor a name.
But roosters also can well sing.

Nightingale as the singer is best.
I'm the loser, let it be.
I don't want to sit in my nest.
Do not look for fleas on me.
07.05.2005,
February 2019

Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poet's life is not easy. His poems do not always find demand. Therefore, he begins to mope, lowers his hands or Vice versa with even more perseverance writes in the basket. Thus often becoming a graphomaniac.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valentin Savin 27 February 2019

Thanks to Brian Edwards and his comments and edits my new poem is here on PH. Paraphrasing William Shakespeare poets often face extremes " to write or not to write? ! "

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Bri Edwards 29 April 2019

ha ha. i just read and left my comment (see above) . i must be getting OLD. could it be i don't remember helping with this poem, though some of it sounds familiar. Val is a good collaborator (in the 'good' sense of the word) . bri :)

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Q Graw 09 March 2020

Poet's life is not at all easy. Nobody seems to need his poetry. For some people he is cheesy - An ape fallen from a tree. Excellent beginning, very nicely written poem. do not want anyone's pity, I must do something on this earth. It has to be something pretty And something that really has worth. Sums up writers/poets/artists although this can be applied to anyone. Very well done.

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Bri Edwards 29 April 2019

(cont.) 2 - Your fleas have fled; after they bit, you bled. Now after all's been said, you're still alive, , , , but half dead. to MyPoemList. bri :)

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valentin savin 30 April 2019

Yes. I am alive yet and I'm surprised at that. Thanks. Don't worry, be happy.

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Bri Edwards 29 April 2019

1- " I realized: all women are, Sitting like worms in their niches." i wish I'D said that. why didn't my mom warn me? ? ? " Or put the rope around my neck. But it's hard to sing with a noose." though " noose" is not the best rhyme for " lose" , it is not bad. and i like the neck/noose alliteration. (cont.)

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valentin savin 30 April 2019

Thank you, dear Brian. Your mom was clever enough to bother you with trivial things.

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Valentin Savin 27 February 2019

Thank you very much, dear Mahtab. It's very nice of you. I'm glad you liked it.

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Mahtab Bangalee 27 February 2019

impressive statement- I do not want anyone's pity, I must do something on this earth. It has to be something pretty And something that really has worth. /// like and love it

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