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Anymore then you would understand Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, or a thousand other poets, but you have gotten the attention you wanted, and so I guess that makes you happy. I wish I could feel happy too when I am confronted by ignorance, but it just saddens me because I know it is the cause of so much of the worlds ills. I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep sea; I have longed to move away From the repetition of salutes, For there are ghosts in the air And ghostly echoes on paper, And the thunder of calls and notes. I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode Out of the old lie burning on the ground, And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind. Neither by night's ancient fear, The parting of hat from hair, Pursed lips at the receiver, Shall I fall to death's feather. By these I would not care to die, Half convention and half lie. Dylan Thomas Try love Pat, I'm sure it's better than LSD If you had any questions about my poetry I would have been happy to answer them, But you never asked. B

I doubt whether you are genuinely interested in my poetry, but since you ask I will tell you. I did not start these attacks Pat did . I am only answering these as a source of enlightenment to anyone with ears. You are no jerk. Your comments are thoughtful. I assume I don't have to explain the meaning of a metaphor "the mirror cannot see you your face is hiding blindly with a sour stomach in their lies- is it me?" ................................................................... the mirror is a metaphor for the ego who the person is, is hidden from themselves (their face)because of their ego. They look into the mirror of their ego and see something different then what is there. The reflection they see back is different from that which is projected into it. This makes them blind and sick. who is truthful? ..................................................................... the crabs claw clamps severing leaf and sap as delicately as truth in the top drawer the porcupine begs me to sit down don’t look away it’s not me you see open the softened decayed tooth the ground down hour of adolescents ............................................................................ An ugly thing that severs life from its source-- done with out knowledge "truth in the top drawer" means an obvious truth "Porcupine begs me to sit down" means I am being baited to get an ass full of quills "don’t look away it’s not me you see." face the truth you aren't seeing me for who I am. "open the softened decayed tooth." there is rot .................................................................................. now it is this a movie ends -,you shuffle out dreaming of hero’s the sun craps out a phrase like snakes eyes it’s lost ........................................................................ at the end of our lives we believe we are heros and beauty and life are lost. ....................................................................... what begins a circle? and where does it end love tears like a bad joke you sit on heros where have we gone amiss this bell covered blue brained hippodrome born out of a wounded giraffe ........................................................................... where do these things begin and how do they end we are hurt by loveless acts to keep down the acts of brave men where has society failed "bell covered blue brained hippodrome" This is a reference to a nationalist small minded mentality. The hippodrome is a reference to a performance by said persons wounded giraffe means a hurt individual that is out of touch-- aloof to far out there etc. ............................................................................. how small a belonging unfounded a tiny magnitude an unsealed and clamorous gong as the dying of one flower passes on to another its mirror ........................................................................... how small minded to belong to something so unreasonable a pointless act let loose as one dies these things are passed on to their children I hope this answers your question as to the meaning I give to the poem.Someone else reading this poem could interpret it differently. I only wish my questions would be answered as honestly, but they are not.

Hi Pat thanks for joining us here. There are many styles of poetry and apparently certain people don't like mine and they are entitled to there opinion unfottunately some have become abusive and acusitory. I think there's room for everyone here at Neo but apparently some don't think so. B

Thank you Annie. You are loved. B

It's the open mind that grows and learns. We are all here to learn and grow and enjoy one anothers poetry. I have learned alot here on neo and one of the things I have learned is to be tolerant and nonjudgemental. Thanks Geeze. Our poetry comes to each of us differently and it is what it is. I am constantly trying to improve what I write as i learn more. I understand peoples difficulty with my poetry somtimes. When you express your heart it isn't always what is wanted or needed. It just is. B

It's a lousy poem,but i had fun writing it . Thanks W.T. B

Yes Cat there is a lot of sadness in this poem, as there is in life. To get to the heart of yourself with brutal honesty. Then forgive yourself through an attempt at beauty that becomes a poem, and echoes a sublime truth -- written in a form that does not tell of the birds wing, but is the birds wing. Perhaps someday B