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Parody Censored by the Society for the Preservation of Alien Species - Beware Language likely to Inflame the Politically Sensitive - Hand Wringers and Woke Brigade 'There weren't women on the planet, and we weren't obliged to play mothers' Bob Bradshaw, Women Astronauts Leave a Dying Planet , Nov 15...

Scheduled for for publishing my poem, 'For Harmina In Love with a Woman in her Later Years'
in Front Page of Open Arts Forum.com
on the 24th April 2024

First workshopped here in writer's Block By Bernie

You are free on here to post what you like, Caleb, how you like and when you like. This is a critique forum however and it is assumed you are posting for critique. If you don't want critique it may serve you well to post 'No critique' in the heading. And I guess we will do as you ask. I've had negat...

Out of the department store come two armed guards toting cash receipts to a waiting truck, when out of the air itself explode two thugs brandishing guns. The guards scatter, but scattering doesn’t save them on this otherwise lovely day. One thug shoots, one guard falls, face down on the ground with...

A sad day for N, Bob, a bad day. It is thought that algae cause the problem in their brain a kind of poison fungi in the sea, a bloom. I saw one once, washed up on the beach massive animal, unbelievable in scale compared to us. I know plot whales are smaller, much smaller, but still larger than us. ...

Surreal, Bob.

It gets worse with age
Then you die

Thanks, Bob, it's my first Zine publishing.
They added standard punctuation and a photo for me too. I'm quite impressed.
I will repost the poem here in February.

My poem Christmas in Wales (1953) has been published in wiseowl.art.

https://www.thewiseowl.art/ieuan-ap-hywel

I've heard the puppy squealing all these years.

There is no logic in this sentence.
A puppy will grow up in six months.

Could it be, 'I've hear puppies squeal all these years'

or does it mean the memory of a puppy squealing is still with N.

It an abuse poem anyway and gives little away.

Stop apologising, Caleb, you've done nothing wrong.
You are very welcome here and can post or not post
as the case may be.

Simon Costello - Contemporary Irish Poet of Renown (i.e. he's still alive) T axidermy Ethics for Beginners Outside a dog is hollowing out the chest of a cat that’s been knocked down by one of the neighbour’s vans who even now I’m certain will never come forward and admit to it but while I watch this...

I posted this poem in an other forum and have had rave reviews.
I am humbled at the response.

OK
Bernie used to give volumes of replies, insightful and informative
and one forum complained all the time his replies were too long
as if it cost them more for a long reply compared to a short reply
and I thought poor man, he's dying and he's doing his best.

Marvellous poet, just saying.

After eight long years of pondering I have rewritten this poem. The original version listed by Michael in post #2. This reads like the 2nd draft of your other poem posted, Faith. Yet, neither is anywhere near your writing of poetry. Moreover, neither are the reading & writing of poetry: I haven't re...

How about this for a Title, Bob.

I Don't Disown Being Called Will's Bastard Son

I Don't Bridle at the Moniker Will's Bastard

It's an Honour being Called Will's Bastard Son

I have one bottle of Whiskey, Bob.
It's not an expensive brand I'll admit, but it's not bad.
I'm not big on spirits anyway, just a sip now and then
if I have a cold or a bit down.

And a happy new year to all our readers. All three of you and the many thousands who read but never contribute.

Old Friends Meeting - Englyn


Old friends meeting, sparing mean tales; bearing

Greeting with hails, laughter, gales

avoiding, twisting of tails

ieuan ap hywel (2006)

I won't undertake such a project again, Bob. I only did it to please my wife.
And I am not a builder. I am a mechanical engineering worker by trade.
And undertaking such physical work at 70 almost wore me out.

Much better Bob, if you don't mind me saying.

I still feel beer is more earthy than anything with a scent. smell is ore earthy maybe.
Pub in the KK have an earthy smell, and drinkers of beers, up to 20 pints in a night, smell earthy
a not unpleasant smell. But it is your poem and I bow to you way.

It may benefit the reader to make mention of the Crown Tavern in Oxon. The first line being confusing. Use the name of his parents for clarity sake. Oft Shakespeare dropped by the Crown Tavern at Oxon enjoying time with my parents Jane and John Davenport on his way to Stratford-upon-Avon n. He loved...

like smoke-coloured cars take us on grey journeys Driveways, like smoke-coloured cars take us on grey journeys into the unknown Properly written the poem should be like this: Digging a driveway[s] for are like smoke-coloured car take us on grey journeys into the unknown My driveway took me two year...

Thanks for comment and for reading, Bob.