How Nice!

Hmmm. All poets disappear in our musings, but they still shoot horses, don't they? You are one of my favourites, Jess... am I being judgmental? ;-) ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.

I don't know, but I feel a hidden message here? And if we snicker quietly, they will never hear it they love our applause, poor dears, while they quietly disappear. Am I right? Sincerely; Debbie

I can see two elder women dressed in old fashioned garb standing over the kitchen counter looking outside at a few younger women dressed in mini-skirts. The two prudish women are whispering to each other, rolling their eyes and shooting daggers at the young women. The young are almost oblivious to the older women - they know they are there just inside clinking their teacups together. But what the elders don't get are the younger women are getting the most out of life, they are enjoying themselves and being adventureous. Giving to life and getting from life ... Living. But not to the elder women, to them the younger women are just hurtful, stand for nothing but evil. What a loss... Live, Laugh and Love (and don't forget to write) Tink

important instead of impotent some of us last only but for a day and some of us will never bloom and some of us well we will just talk about it and secetretly wish we did something about some will inspire others castise or tear up on them thinking destruction will bring new growth but we all read at least some of what they tried to say or share or empress upon we are only humans and live for breif monments in time everyone of us deserves a chance and the chance to connect in some way cheers have a squeeze of lemon? Donnie/ Sinbad some need direction other seek to be lost some lead and other are so close to what they love

this reminds me of Pink Floyd´s "Have a cigar"... Been meaning to tell you how much I was inspired by your forum "Un-educated in poetry", it even triggered a poem (Festive poem soup, if you would like to read it.) Cheers, Ink

I dont know if you got hit by lightening or not Jess but lately your poems are wryly wrung like this one I am like totally amazed in a great way the humour the sprite in this one is just well head shaking for me I Love it!!!!! I mean I love all your works this was so unexpected this one like a famous actor in a role playing his art and fitting so comfortable in the skin I sit back blown away yet again by you my freind Well done brother Well done!!!

W.E., I think that any poet who feels they have written at least some outstanding poems, can get this feeling. It's a bit of a confidence,or even an ego thing. And why not? One has to believe they have something special to offer, or why bother showing it to the world? Nice little tongue in cheek write. wcw

Could it be....SATAN? Anyway, snicker at me behind your hand while I tell you to go to the front of the class since I like this. Dammit, it is trite, it is hurtful, it is spiteful and pretty much expresses what we all feel at one time or another. Respectfully, Rett: "I didn't do it! I'm innocent! Uh, what was the question again mama?" Rett

neatly summarizes innumerable--and i mean innumerable in the most depressing, all encompassing way--poetry readings, "communities", etc, all over the country. ione might even say that 79 percent of MFA programs at some "prominent" univerisities are founded on the kind of back scratching and picture framing of medocrity (occasional sniping too) that you're ridiculing here. refreshing. gb

You´re fighting valiantly for this. Have you had a peek at the voting results yet? There´s a little surprise for you... Congrats, Ink

She must have been some muse! This is awesome writing. I can definitely see the two little old ladies that Tink described. A fun little write, my friend. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "If we always give what we have always given, we will always get what we have always got..." - Mike R.

and you thought I disappeared! Good to see you, I been out a bit. Your friend, Mark

I can see your petticoat!!!! And your lipstick is smudged, because you left it on your teacup!!!! Your fan Fleur

I think this form of back-scratching the mediocre is rampant in the poetry world... so as to be more popular... like the two characters in your poem... In a setting like Neo... it is less of an occurrence but it still goes on... and we need someone to remind us that we are here to help... not to hinder a writer from growing... the not-so-hidden meaning is very clear to me... and I enjoyed the read and the comments made... Richard

I'm new here, but I just don't see what others are seeing. After chatting with you, reading some of your poetry, and reading some of your commentary, I was so glad to see that, in this poem, you are finally beginning to come around and be the good little poet that you can be. No more of that subversive and icconoclastic verse that exposes the ugly thought-provoking and mercurial nature of truth and reality. I am so glad to see you write something in a voice that understands what true poetry is. We must use proper po-ettiqueete at all times. Perhaps we should create a list of those who no longer fit this New Golden Age of Neopoetics and give them the opportunity to denounce their dirty little proclivities for sub-versiveness and express their solidarity with the state-sponsored poetic sensibility? Sorry, couldn't resist... actually your poem reminds me of many of the images in the movies made form Stepehen King stories...so many of the evil corrupt characters have blackened teeth and gums. I picture the speaker(s) in your poem that way. Great write, read and message, as I've come to expect and enjoy from your poetry. Michael

I can see two very normal kids playing this out, or satan and god. kinda reassuring how brilliant open metaphors are.

I wish I knew what you really look like. And what's with the elder/younger/long skirt/mini skirt bit? We all know legs are the last to go. Deelilah

Some, Neopoets, you-you-you, you good at knocking heads off, but here what's up with the miniskirt being mentioned with the rest--something is cooking here-something bubbling, the very Shakspeare witch--fire burn cauldron bubble, bubble-buble and toil and trouble. Forgot to say happy new year, glad you xmass went well kindly regards paparazii

as the old guard would have said, if the old guard had any sense. Mark W.

Loved the mixture of humour and inuendo There is a lot of truth written hee, well done.

Loved the mixture of humour and inuendo There is a lot of truth written here, well done.

I love the realism, and again, the way you hold an almost bitter undertone, but handle it lightly, congrats!