Poems About Reading Seeking Honest Critique
#reading
first impressions
know nothing of ogden nash,
except that I read a collection of poetry from the nineteen forties
that made me laugh, and I should google him, but I won’t, since I wouldn’t want to spoil things
except that I read a collection of poetry from the nineteen forties
that made me laugh, and I should google him, but I won’t, since I wouldn’t want to spoil things
#reading
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poem
I should go out more
and more I stay at home
with my books
I know how it looks ..
and more I stay at home
with my books
I know how it looks ..
#reading
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I love Thomas Love Peacock
remember reading nightmare abbey on a packed early morning train
to charing cross from dartford,
and when I arrived at work I put it
down on the desk, upon which somebody picked it up and, loudly quoting from it in an exaggerated voice, began taking the piss ..
to charing cross from dartford,
and when I arrived at work I put it
down on the desk, upon which somebody picked it up and, loudly quoting from it in an exaggerated voice, began taking the piss ..
#reading
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OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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how it looks
artificial intelligence, virtual reality, alternative
fact
is
I prefer to read
books
fact
is
I prefer to read
books
#reading
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he saw me with a book in the pub
do you still read actual books? unhygienic things, I call them, held in bacterial hands; why not go online?”
I said, “be quiet, mate, I’m reading ..”
I said, “be quiet, mate, I’m reading ..”
#alcohol
#reading
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Cyril Hare
sitting at home
reading a detective story
by cyril hare
who died the year
I was born
and I don’t blame him
but that’s neither
here
nor
there
was a point to this poem
but I’ve
quite forgotten it
and to be frank
I no
longer
care ..
reading a detective story
by cyril hare
who died the year
I was born
and I don’t blame him
but that’s neither
here
nor
there
was a point to this poem
but I’ve
quite forgotten it
and to be frank
I no
longer
care ..
#reading
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they’re not just books
books you fall in love with are friends, just by dint of falling in love with them
#reading
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Agreement and Disagreement on Opinions
I write the truth about people who perform wicked deeds.
Some commenters say they disagree with most of my opinions.
I expect to hear this kind of comment from wicked persons.
If I wanted agreement, I would try to please the lovers of lies.
Who cares what brainwashed and misguided people think?
I never told anybody that I was seeking agreement on my work.
Truth cannot change whether everyone agrees with it or not.
Of course, those who hate truth will disagree with my opinions.
Some readers do not like my opinions because they hate truth. ...
Some commenters say they disagree with most of my opinions.
I expect to hear this kind of comment from wicked persons.
If I wanted agreement, I would try to please the lovers of lies.
Who cares what brainwashed and misguided people think?
I never told anybody that I was seeking agreement on my work.
Truth cannot change whether everyone agrees with it or not.
Of course, those who hate truth will disagree with my opinions.
Some readers do not like my opinions because they hate truth. ...
#LGBT
#politics
#religion
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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hushed up
the librarian, when
questioned
by detectives, said, but look,
you need to be quiet
or else I’ll have to ask
that you leave
us with no other option, the inspector said, but to arrest you in
mid sentence,
if I may,
for the unreturned
book ..
questioned
by detectives, said, but look,
you need to be quiet
or else I’ll have to ask
that you leave
us with no other option, the inspector said, but to arrest you in
mid sentence,
if I may,
for the unreturned
book ..
#reading
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it’s still on my shelf
picture him wearing cardigans and
roll neck sweaters, writing a column
in the daily mirror on mondays and thursdays in the ‘seventies, which he published in a book and which I bought when I was in chelsea back when my life could still smile at
itself
roll neck sweaters, writing a column
in the daily mirror on mondays and thursdays in the ‘seventies, which he published in a book and which I bought when I was in chelsea back when my life could still smile at
itself
#reading
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Artistry's magic, a world to behold
In strokes of color, stories untold,
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
#art
#passion
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
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DU Poetry : Poems About Reading Seeking Honest Critique