Whatchamacallit (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 2, 2015

I appreciate your wit and humor, Ron; and this is meaningful too. My short term memory is not what it used to be it seems. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 22, 2015

AT MY AGE I AM GRATEFUL TO REMEMBER AS MUCH AS I DO AND THINK; WHAT THE HECK, IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE! THANKS FOR THE SHARE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Thomasena Martin-Johnson

Reviewed on August 12, 2015

After a while, there has been too much to happen to remember it all. If we could open up an additional 10% of our brain, we'd have more room to store stuff. I can be scarry when it seems to be right on the tip of my tongue. I enjoyed the poem.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on August 12, 2015

Ron,
Don't you know how it feels to be aging.
The memory is tricky. Sometimes I feel like I can't even remember what day it is!
But then I can remember stuff like what size shoe an actor took last year...It's quite crazy I tell you.
I liked your poem!!
Much peace love and light
Amber

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on August 11, 2015

This poem hits home in many ways that I can relate too... Just keep on , keeping on ! ...M

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on August 9, 2015

I can never remember a name,
but I can always forget a face.
Memory loss is a form of freedom.
and I'm getting there at a rapid pace.

Michael D.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

I'm there and sometimes way beyond seeming to have trouble with names, who the hell are you again & what are we talking about...? -e-

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

I think everyone's memories are selective memories. Some memoeries may appel to us a lot stronger than others. Fun read.

Sandie

Reviewed by ChrisTopher Stone

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

I am there and beyond! I do forget why I've gone to the store...even the store I was going to!
enjoyed reading this very much.

Thanks,
Chris

Reviewed by Eva Pasco

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

I'm not there yet! But, it didn't stop me from enjoying your poem.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

Very good...usually I exclaim a few explatives first!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

~Ron~
That whatchamacallit game when we were kids.
Oh, my so many times also saying that word for who is that
in our class reunion photo. Fun read Ron. Quite sly that cat!!

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by John Carlson

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

When I was much younger we used to call a whatchamacallit a thingamajig... but in those days it was Bill Haley who rocked around the clock.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

Frivolity at its best.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

Oh, I'm way ahead of you on remembrance. I have gotten to the point where my short term memory is for the birds. I can completely forget what I have gotten out of my chair to do. Scary, my friend.

Reviewed by Miller Caldwell

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

I think this is so profound. The word should be in the dictionary and the thing they call...ummm...whatchamacallit? Ahhh yes,the crosswords.

Reviewed by June Marshall

Reviewed on August 8, 2015

don't think there is anyone who cannot relate to this poem of yours Ron. I saw it as quite humorous although as we age we end to feel sad as our memories get confused because we have so many of them. Thanks for the reminder.