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Michael ( MV)
Very true.
Should be "One of A Common Breed"

Meena

That one my cook had been with me for ten years,in an impulse calls quit.. Taken by surprise. I fail to seek the reason. He is temperamental goes off his head. turns quarrelsome finds fault with fellow workers. Fights with them. Screams and yells. He is an expert cook prepares dishes in no time and ...

A good poem, Bob.
Each stanza is relevant,
One leads to the other, yet they stand out.
That be the beauty of the poem.

Congrats! Ken

Ken, thanks for the understanding.
I keep getting such dreams very often nowadays.
This being one of them.

Judy, thanks for commenting.
I will look into the faults.
I state it is a dream.
Dreams do not have logic.
It is the subconscious that is working.

Caught in between the traffic , I stand aghast. Wholly drenched, the clothes cling to the body. My feet trapped in the slush remains static. I attempt to pull them out, I slip and slope. Straighten myself stand all through unable to take a step. Rains turn torrential I go down slowly inch by inch. S...

Yes, Judy .
3 votes. thumbs up!

Quiet distracting .

An elaborate one. Never once I lost interest.

The last stanza is strong.
Man's inability to that of a worm's possibility.
Great imagery.

Flowers extend companionship.
Well written.

Billy,

Your editing has unwound the maze I am in .
The version is an improvement of the first.
I go with it.
Thanks,

Judy, I do not know how to clear the obscurity.
I tried but failed.

Bob, I too feel the first one is better.
The revision is not at all good.

I have posted a revision, Hope it reads better.

The retinue around me keeps vigil for what I do not know, They watch every move and every deal with uncanny insight, I am neither extraordinary nor foolish, in between both a very ordinary one. Those eyes behind my back chases me wherever I go. I converse with very few, even that is monitored. with ...

Think you have done the maximum.

It is fine, Bob. Reached the level.
Needs no more.

Judy, welcome to the board.
Your entry has brought a stream of poems.
The Board is bustling with activity.
I agree with you, Judy,
No poem is fictional.
The best of the poems bear at least a trace of personal info or experience.

Judy, thanks for the edits.
I have inserted a dash and changed and to or.

Thanks Bob.
A reflection of my experience.

Very true! Ken.
Thanks for stopping by,

the words written in the post script of the same letter I posted. A comeback I read my letter, a simple demand to pay a few hundreds to an association. to my sibling, not a help anyway, a 0.0001% I hold in the business. Those four words sound command -like, express scorn, reward for being a sleeping...

Good poem!