perceived pretenses

Moon, Funny thing, I keep telling everyone It's all a matter of perception. And here we have a poem about it! Full of truths, this is~ _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

Brilliant Richard this ones deep and is a perception i understand all too fully but this is , probably the best I have read from you and I have a few favourites of yours but I think this might be my new favourite ... Much Love Jayne x x

I loved every line of it. Now, I'd like to try to talk you into writing a poem on the "Riddler's Moon" That just sounds so intriguing to me! Always, Cat

Perception. The subjective from which we pretend the objective only to find out who the variations of ourselves we might be or become. Subjectivity as prison. Olya is always trying to paint or poem her way past the bars of her perceived incarceration. I have never thought that way. Perhaps I am fully incarcerated. And I have thrown myself at societies habits more often than most. Hurt my shoulder and my id against the walls. But I never see the walls as inherent. Just intangible moments that will sway toward some new sandbar in time. Your poem got us talking. About painting and art. Hopes and surrenders. I guess that is your compliment. Brian

Busy shaping my own box where I am never known And pretending that it is not locked Sticky ain't it made me chuckle Geat write Donnie/Sinbad

Moon., I've been away (in my mind), and as I lean back into here, I wanted to see what you were doing. In cosmic style, your latest poem is about what has been happening to me. (Is it in the air?) I like this poem very much. Thank you for being so in tune with the universal vibes. wcw

Isn't that how the saying goes? Well I think you've just hit a nerve on all our realities in your excellent write. Particularly loved this line: 'Hurry, got to get this done steam trailing as I leave all the while, kinda having fun pretending that I’m free'... Hope your pretense works better for you than it does for me, cause sometimes I can really feel "shackled, by "life's ball-set-chain" lol Bonita j

This is wicked Richard, great that it is spotlit here. I do think you undersell yourself you know... lucky we all know how great you are. The poem Richard, just line after line of bloody good stuff, & the ending, perfect for the job in my book... Hurry, got to get this done steam trailing as I leave all the while, kinda having fun pretending that I’m free Cheers Anni~ ` "Those who dwell among the beauties & mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life" ~ Rachel Carson Writer/conservationist

5 stars says everything I need to say about this little gem. And just how many more "old ones" do you have, gathering the dust that hides their scintillation??? Heehee Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Add this to an already impressive list of writing from you friend. In traction from the better times busy shaping my own box where I am I never know “pretending it’s not locked” how can you not anticipate the rest? -ns

hey moonman pretend something long enough, and you'll swear it's true... lol. pretending to be me, Anna "You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality." Ayn Rand

like the monkey one is bloody awful-you d'ont happen to be the person that writes the lyrics for Take That-Robbie Williams are you? Just a question do you like Marion McPartland , I d'ont know you might , or Annie Ross , or Puccini-

One man's work, is another man's pleasure. I've always told my children, "it's how you look at it, that decides if its work." Great job of showing the obvious that we don't appreciate on our day to day travels, in our hectic life's that we create for ourselves. You have made an excellent point teach! Hurry, got to get this done steam trailing as I leave all the while, kinda having fun pretending that I’m free thanks for sharing, Eddie

I loved the line "the clock is never owned" more like the clock owns us. Yet another fantastic write Richard. You are a poet Sincerely, Linda

Here it goes, one more comment. Nobody is free, we human beings reach only maturity, I mean emotional maturity. Only in that measure we can be free. I guess Buddha and Jesus were right after all. Best Regards, Hugo.

A lovely piece; could really relate to the subject matter. One observation from me - I'm surprised that you chose not to rhyme the last two stanzas, seeing that you made a point to rhyme the four preceding ones. --Joe