Poetry Blogs (etiquette)
To spill a minds tortured thoughts
laid bare upon the page,
is not an invitation
to the self appointed sage.
Yet here they come
in trivial droves
their sympathises to proffer,
as if without their empathy
naught else there be to offer.
Their insincere inquisition
repels the subjects courage,
their thoughtless selfish mission
deny’s it chance to flouris...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:14 am
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am