I love your poetry...your my hero...LOL Bethy :)

I had to read this poem a couple of times...but I like it...Bethy

I love the word...unperturbed...Bethy :)

Think before you speak, right...or just think it really loud in your head !!! Bravo,good one! Bethy :)

YEAH! Bethy:)

This poem is of great importance, and impotence

I love this. It's just right. You managed to capture the right emotions in it .. if you get what I mean.

Hahaha ... This is fun!! (",*) Cheers for Picaso !

There is only one thing that comes to mind when I read this poem: That I cannot think of the thing that comes to mind when I read this poem. Therefore, I must give this poem a 10 by the Squeeze Theorem: 10 < Pilfered Pancakes, Broken Trust < The number of fingers crammed up my donkey (10)

Wow wee ..... (",*)

This one tied me in a mind-knot! Bravissimo!

Aww .. this is sad ...

Thanks Bethy .. (",*)

Upon the first reading, it kinda reminded me of the first part of the animated british film "When the Wind Blows" An older couple with a humdrum life and then the omen of war and certain death. I didn't pick up on much of the symbolism. Maybe if you used "The" Yeast it might be deciphered as "The East" which might then lead to the idea that Girlie is from the west. I don't think anyone will recognize Bush as Girlie but they might see the U.S. as Girlie. "Peaces" slips buy as "Peices" on first read. So the last verse kind of comes out of left field after all that domestic talk. So Maybe some slightly less abrasive words than "pungent, graves and bombed". Maybe "as fertile and pungent as mud-pies, as a scorched earth. And yet we have no bread."? I'd prefer Peace over "peaces" only because it's a plural pitted up against a singular. Or maybe just place a period after peaces. The broken sentences make a cryptic poem even more cryptic. Your choice of symbolism and how you set the mood is great there just needs to be some more clues.

Good show *9*

INCREDIBLE! This is the essence of haiku. Magnifique.

Killin your hoez dog for some street respect is off da chizzle, my nizzle. P.S. Hard Thug Z ain't so hard after awhile, soften him up with a little raspberry ganoush for starters.

Etymology is fun! I look forward to the sequel.

Holy frig...lol...I had to get me a dictionary for some of them big words...but it works for me...awesome...I think like you write...lol...ooops just had an insane moment...lol Bethy:)

lost for words here...but... yep I like this poem... Bethy :)