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Julie Bond
Smokescreen - Poem by Julie Bond
I never could smell smoke, not on your sighs
or greying drifts among the ceiling beams.
You'd slip out, say you watched Orion rise
or got the mail. And if your finger seams
were daffodiled it was a trick of light.
And if your windshield clouded it was dirt
from uptown plants. The way you coughed at night?
Those damned dust mites make everyone's lungs hurt.
I miss that me. I miss the girl who took
artistic lies and built a bright museum-
to sit in and admire the slyest rook-
now razed to make room for an athenaeum.
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oh look more shpelling mistools and a typo or to (Report) Reply
Wouldn't take you seriously ever Herbert and no I didn't read them all just a few of your 600 plus scribbling is enough to give me a headache and make me feel like throwing up. One day maybe you'll write a good one but no one will ever read it as they are bores with your drivel now. Go take an oversose and put us all out of our misery. (Report) Reply
The fact remains that you made a spelling error in the very sentence in which you chided her for a spelling error. And that is simply hilarious. Also typical. (Report) Reply
You apparently do not know the difference between a spelling error and a spelling error. One is made by inept people who can't even figure out its and it's (or like Kolb use its') , the other one is caused by a slow or sticky keyboard (whiskey dribbles) . Yes, I know it is hard when one desperately looks for faults in a superior being and falls flat on one's face into the very excrement one had created. Poooooh! (Report) Reply
He tries to run by changing the subject, but he cannot hide. The fact remains that you made a spelling error in the very sentence in which you chided her for a spelling error. And that is simply hilarious. Also typical. (Report) Reply
Ach ja, my other fan speaks up. There is a curious absence of a biography concerning you wannabe poets, both of you.
Is that because it wasn't worth mentioning or?
I take myself seriously and if no one else did that would be okay as well.
Envy is a powerful force. But thank you both for reading all my work.
Any requests?
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Julie, notice that Nehrlich makes a spelling error in the very sentence in which he ridicules you for spelling errors. This is typical of him, always accusing others of the very things he does himself. No one takes him seriously. No one. (Report) Reply
Thank you for reading over 600 of mine. I know. People tell me these poems grow on them in leaps and bounds. Have you not cme across the word criticism before or were you absent when spelling was taught?
Time to die? Not in your lifetime. (Report) Reply
Can see why people love your open honest critisism Herbert read some of yours too, over 600 and you still can't get it right, time to die man (Report) Reply
I picked one of yours at random.
No more needed.
Go get a hobby.
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