Untitled, unread poem.

I fool myself thinking I can write

My poetry is worse than trite  

Pedestrian at best

sitting at my desk

tapping keys with a single finger

 

doubt at height will always linger

standing behind me gazing over

my shoulder from on high

tears dripping from leaking eyes

running down in torrents

salty brine pouring from this heart of mine

 

Inadequately trying to portray

What It is I’m trying to say

Stringing words randomly upon a page

Like some demented, deluded sage

Standing on a virtual stage

Spotlights shine spotlights gleam

Adding to my nightmare dream

 

An audience of one

Who Boo’s

And throws rotten eggs

Perhaps I should recuse

I judge myself so harshly

Because I know no better

Damn this mind

That keeps me fettered.

 

My words seem empty

Lacking lustre

merely platitudes

that middle finger gestures

Mockingly raised

The path with fewer flowers sequestered

 

Yet

 

Still seeking a ‘like.’

 

Paul.

◄ A message from my Nan

Tin foiled hats on. ►

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Paul Sayer

Fri 16th Oct 2020 15:27

Hello Mr JOHN F B TUCKER.

I have had some time out and return to see you have liked this poem.

Thank you for 'looking back'

Paul.

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 21:19

Hi Steve, watch out for them marshals mate.

I had one peeping through my letterbox tonight

I flashed him... with a 10 zigawatt head torch

That brightened up my otherwise dark evening in the power outage.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 25th Sep 2020 19:08

This is me just writing the shopping list! As insightful & true as ever. 🍾

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 16:31

I love any and ALL comments.

I will never please all the poets all the time
or any of them any of the time... sometimes.

I am a bit worried about how to stay safe when I leave the pub at 10 because you can't move for pissheads falling all over place staggering home.

Any comments regarding my social distancing issues will be gladly accepted.

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Vautaw

Fri 25th Sep 2020 16:24

The poet’s curse, keeps us humble as we bless others with heartfelt words. Write on Paul. You are among kindred spirits that can relate! 🖤

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 15:06

Hi BM

Thank you for dropping in.

Could you explain what sycophantic means please.

I was a tad busy today writing something about some other stuff somewhere by someone.

I love the words 'unctuosity enough' better mate. 😷

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Brian Maryon

Fri 25th Sep 2020 15:05

Paul

I know I'm a lover of rhyme so that gives this one a head start, but I think this is one of the best you've written.

Sycophantic enough for you?

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 13:11

We must limit our comments

No more than six comments are allowed on any one poem.

and we must stay six feet away from each other for the next six months.

There DID it, got in the dreaded 666

P😈

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 13:07

Not pieces....rather the whole doughnut...hehehe

I'm a big fan of your works....and you know that. Don't ya😁😁😁

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:54

You are always there to pick up the pieces Do.

Your ongoing support supports peeps like me who 'need' your input NEVER forget this fact.

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:37

Flippant Don and Po.... we await your comedy seasons. It's high time. Just raise your A***** and host the show😆😆😂😂

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:32

Hi Stephan, thank you for hitting that little flower mate.

My flippancy gets the upper hand at times when 'stuff' gets me lower than I would otherwise choose to be.

Po.

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:29

Another sad day in Albion.

Another kill to add to the score
A desk Sargent and an open door.
Pockets full of bullets
a gun nobody saw.

A police officer lies dead
His family grief once more.

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 11:49

People often lie in different ways....so I always speak the truth...Do

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 11:48

I'm just a terror creating enemy Po...lol!!

You seem pretty disgusted today. Go take a walk. Sing a song. Keep your illness away. Think happy thoughts. Ring happy notes.


Hehehe
Hehehe
Hehehe
Hehe 😂😂😂😆😆😆

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 09:34

People don't like the truth so I often say nothing... Lied Po.

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 09:33

I am just simply an attention-seeking whore M.g. lol

Honestly, though I scream inwardly at my inability to express exactly how I feel about the seemingly (to me) obvious way the majority of people are so overwhelmed with apathy.

Argh! I am totally lost for words at times and for a would-be poet that is not a good place to find yourself in.

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 09:01

Humility flows. Such humble thoughts. Like the musk in a deer's skin. Your talents hidden from your own eyes. Still you chase that fragrance.
I dont agree if it's for you that have written this but if it's for me....I do agree each n every word.
Shine my friend, my dear soulmate....shine!!💕

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 08:43

Hit that flower someone... please!

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