Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Judih, thanks. I have an edit button but don't see any "Delete" button, unless You just have to back space everything you wrote. I was looking for a "Delete" button. Hopefully I won't have that problem much.

Note: I saw the X when I was going to submit this particular message but not in my previous ...

How do you delete a comment post. My computer is acting up----plus I often don't know what I'm doing. I wanted to make a comment and I did but I didn't want the same comment to appear 4 times. Once is sufficient. How do you delete the other 3 ?

I'm writing my dream on Kleenex.
It will be crumbled in the bathroom waste can.
Outside the wind is talking to a neighbor.
The lawn crew down the street is talking to no one.
The shadows of trees are on many lawns.
The dark night is riding in a carriage
jostling, clacking, shuddering, behind ...

I like this. You capture it, the emotion. The poem soaks the reader with its---with what?----poetry----that's for sure. Thumbs up.

No comments? I guess the poem makes its own comments.

Political poems? I wish I could lessen my anger at the clown, at evangelicals, at Moscow Mitch, but I find writing about just stirs the coals of anger. Also have a computer problem, making it hard to type on the computer, navigate. Hope to have ...

Love the poem. Punctuates the punctuation with hitherto unforeseen meaning.

This is a moving poem. It evolves into a good place----the grief is certainly not gone but you have come to terms with it. You have transformed it.

No comment except I like it. A good dream.

shtick it


Is trump a grump or just a sump pump?

Don’t feel like writing but
My conscience says
WRITE
You
(not Deixis-----I’m referring to myself)
Live only once
And you want to leave a mark
A notch on the tree
A trail sign
Which may be a tall plant’s stalk
Tied into a knot
Or maybe just some inane sentences
But they are mine written down
Maybe ...

Even if the best is just better, it is a reason for hope.

the paradox is that people get numb to the slaughter but not really numb. deep inside ordinary thinking and feeling people---not the deranged or the brutes or the plantation owners who look at people as assets or costs---are fundamentally disturbed, angry, afraid, despairing. Christianity? Phony ...

crab claws
torn off
pried open
the meat of well-being
stripped
devoured by ravenous
beings
that eat everything
leave nothing
in the muck and drip
but shells
and the ugly poisonous
innards
that are
unfortunately
life's necessity

Don't spend too much time with the one-armed bandits.

Dark as solitude can be
But there are stars
Faint yet visible
Certainly others that you believe are there
Only too much illumination tricks the eye
The faint universe vanishes
Light slaps you awake
Albeit gently
Like an interrogator
Half-rough, half-gentle
A Russian spy trained to extract
But a ...