@Sheer:
You are welcome.

@Joy:
Sheer lives somewhere between here and there,
where rumor states funny things are everywhere.
And if you find this comment of little use,
Thank my friend and mentor: Dr. Suess.

@all:
I am enjoying the chance to read your work. I am enjoying the chance or challenge (or is it an excuse), to write poetry.

Keep it up.

To Sheer

To my dear Sheer:
I agree about Asia
Or, rather Asians
And those fake ‘comedians’
In those variety shows
Whose IQs really seem low
And make virtually no sense
They’re not even worth two cents.

Yes, I too, hate those flicks
Romance ones make me sick
But everyone else always says
‘I can watch that for days’
And hold a fiery debate
About which guy is more great
Or talk about Boys Over Flowers
Everywhere, all over Singapore.

Sometimes, I really wonder
If I can find a partner
Or is my attitude a singularity
A lone one, among so many
It’s good to hear from you
At least there’s a few
So even though we’re different
At least you won’t be abhorrent!

P.S. Out of curiosity, may I know where you live, Sheer?

The subtlety of air,
the quietness of hair,
tingling feeling in my body.

orange kumquats fall low,
wind of dirt does blow,
I fear all fruit is shoddy.

A last hope to fly away,
a final breath to give a day,
my blueberries feel naughty.

“Yes, I have faith
Just not on empty promises
From romantic drama serials

Yes, money is important
I just don’t believe that cash
Is the means to happiness”

Thanks again for bothering.

I try not to berate my contributors. There are too few of them as it is.

This rock is encrusted with lichen
like thick flakes of unmelting snow…

The children were rapturous
skiing Mt Buller that time,
little red coats and rosy faces,
on the almost-flat beginners’ slopes.

In a full car with chains on
heading to Falls Creek in the dark
we lost a tyre on a bendy road,
changed it by torchlight.

Next day we rode the ski-lift
all the way to the top.
I never smelt air so clean.

Almost at once I fell,
legs in a tangle and couldn’t get up
without a stranger’s detailed instruction.

The gluhwein took hours to cook.
Hot, syrupy, spicy, I found it delectable.

His supple lips
Stood out in a plethora of people
I watched in fascination
As he moved,
Careened around corners
Tripped himself in a line
Of quicksand
Sinking in, hands opened
Towards the becoming
They all stopped to stare
Crowds unabashedly gawking
At this man
Screaming in a moment
Of insanity
Listing reasons we should listen
But then stopping help
When others reached out
Silence cascades over this cityscape
The man chest-deep
Turns supple lips up
Addressing public fascination
A plethora of words
Spilled from those lips
So fast, I could not follow
A lady asked him to sum it up
Quickly state what it was he was saying
He laughed in response
Waves his hands in a fury,
“I’ve fallen deep this time.
And I don’t want free.”

Why be appolgetic,
when you could be apoplectic?
It’s more common these days!
Try the common angry retort:
“Get off my back, man!
If you don’t like it, piss off!”

With age comes wisdom,
at least for some,
and with wisdom, understanding
to know when it best
to humbly show defference,
or to push and make a difference.

@sheer:

It seems obvious to me that much feeling went into your poem.
The frustration of being misunderstood runs deep.
The anger engendered by such rubbing and ribbing
coming from those so close is real, it is raw.
But to vent it could hurt the ones we ought to love.
And so the frustration.

Because of this observation,
It is with trepidation that I suggest a few small changes.

1. Please correct the grammar in the two places where you do not have correct subject verb agreement. When I read “I … is” and “[They] … has” the poem came to a crashing halt. These were in the middle of the line, and a stop was not appropriate.

2. This onhe is more artistic. The use of the Yes at the beginning of each statement is strong, and should remain. However, two of the statemnts are negative, and demand a “No”

They are:

Yes, I don’t pin my faith
And dreams
On drama serials

Yes, I don’t believe in living
In pursuit of
Cold hard cash

Consider changine to No, or better yet, re work the statements to be possitive and keep the yes.

For example:

Yes, I believe it’s foolish
to live in pursuit
of cold hard cash.

(the solution/correction to the other one is not so obvious.)

Best of luck, and Good Job.

@all:

Hairy fishnuts to all, and to all a good fright!