Collecting sincerities
like get well cards
after a multitude
of cosmetic surgeries
With the deepest
heartfelt sympathies
a matter of my
private insecurities
Poor poor pitiful me
My lover likes
to make love
late in the evening
till well past three
With abandoned glee
I prefer
to make love with her
in the morning
after a strong cup of tea
It would seem in between
I need to be resting
… seriously
This is why I must try
to keep on breathing
Lord have mercy
on poor poor pitiful me
~ anon
PhotoArt:
david redpath © 2018
David Redpath 
LOL 😂 I prefer mornings too
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I am an early riser. Up with the sparrows.
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Beautiful image and beautiful writing in symbiosis.
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Thank you very much.
I do have a symbiotic thing going
with my wife.
She is very good, sweet, and nice.
Whereas, I’m very . . .
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Yes I see the inspiration with the final line now, thank you for telling me the source that inspired you. It makes this piece more enjoyable and interesting 🙂 it already was but it adds some pizzazz to it!
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Thank you …
And if Warren was still here
… he would too.
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Lol. You are a Riot, sir.
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A nervous, and tentative, thank you A.G.D.,
since I have had the Riot Squad set on me.
But then, it was after a ‘prosaic bottle’ or two
of delirium.
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Best response poem ever
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Must be the lithium talking.
Only problem is … I haven’t had any?
~ Thanks again A.G.D.
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This poem sounds like a Hollywood movie star’s lament.
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Dracul,
I really don’t want
to talk about it.
Actions speak louder
than poetics words.
If only I knew where
those little blue pills went?
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