Sorry © Grammaly.com
Apologies
My apologies to all,
for writing so rash,
for talking trash,
thrashing your opinions,
as though they were a rash.
For flying off the handle,
without any facts.
For being so impulsive,
following your tracks.
I'm not a troll or stalker,
but with my Dragon for Mac,
now a speedy Internet talker.
If you think I'm following you too close,
don't be worried or morose,
I'm following everyone that way.
For only a couple of hours each day.
And if you think I'm revealing,
too much of myself unheeding,
don't fret about it because,
I don't worry about those,
who troll with great stealth.
So let's all have fun,
and enjoy the run.
For the future mistakes I will make,
I apologize now in their wake.
So you will see me around,
until this light of mine runs down.
Energizer Bunny I am not,
but I'm recalling this shit,
now freely before I rot.
Or become ashes,
blown in the wind.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
2/27/20
You can view and print this poem at my website here.
Yeah, I think I'm that way too. Sometimes my honesty becomes a pain when others can't handle the truth. I hate to speak with caution.
Sandie
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca
No matter what else we regret saying — these two make us freer and more complete by the end.
Have a wonderful weekend, Ron.
Not to Atone for Offenses; but,
Just to be Poetic and Rhyming with Words,
As if it somehow made me more Important,
Smarter, or just more Lovable ― who would Know?
I Concluded, after a couple hundred of those Poems,
That it was only Playing with Words,
When Translated into other Languages
Would not be Poetic in Nature, at all; but,
Would in Fact appear to be rather Stupid.
For Example, the Psalms of King David
Are supposed to be Hebrew Poetry; but,
When they are Translated into English,
Or into any other Language, they do not Rhyme
With Reason nor Logic, unless they are Rewritten.
So, I Rewrote all of them ― not for the Purpose of
Transforming them into some Worthless Poetry:
beCause I Realized that making Words Rhyme is
Something that only Teases the Mind, or Tickles the
Ears; but, adds nothing Good to the Thots, nor to the Brains.
Should I Waste any more Time on the
Construction of Poems, for the Sake of being
Poetic, like Robert Frost or Ronald Hull?
Well, it would be like Walking through a Maul
With my Head down around my Feet, Hoping to Meet ―
Well, Hoping to Meet someone who can Relate
With me ― someone who Likes Poetry, just for
The Rhythm and Rhyme of it, whereby they
Might be Stimulated to Think, or Write their own
Poetry for some other Fool to read without a Capital R.
Five Lines in Seven Stanzas is even supposed to be
Poetic in some Way; but, I Fail to Understand HOW,
Nor why anyone would Bother themselves with it.
Personally, I Think that it is all Foolishness, like the
Empty words of American Mole Aryan Nation.
Mark