Forget the Glue (poem) by Phyllis Jean Green on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on March 6, 2006

And there we have it: brilliance walking hand in hand with excellence on every line:-)

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 6, 2006

Pea
A most captivating piece
I enjoyed much
thanks for sharing

William
Love & Peace

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

A very amusing write, if not amazing,
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

witty and wise are you Pea! Excellent poem,so real it hurts;-)

eT

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

Pea,

Engaging, entertaining write; clever creative write! I, too, love the way your mind works. :) BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

(Giggles). Great way to do your spring cleaning Pea (giggles again). geeeez I remember my mother's sewing room floor always covered with pieces of cloth she was saving for ...??? (Giggles some more). Anyway Pea, thnx for sharing this with us.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

ps: Also thanks for your reviews too.

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

You captivated me through your thought-process, Pea. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Constance Gotsch

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

How true--

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

Splendid writing Pea...now I need to "Forget the Glue"
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

{circa 1810}
Well buffalo nickels and mercury dimes! I find a table where the light is good, settle down with boxes of earthen fragments the village women give me, and begin to rebuild clay pots that have fallen from their macrame hangars. FORGET THE GLUE! The village women pay me in buffalo nickels and mercury dimes. Some of the fragments are no bigger than a baby's fingernail. I mix clay with water and talcum-fine sand to cover over the spider-web cracks, re-surfacing and re-firing the pots in a small brick kiln. FORGET THE GLUE!

{circa 2006}
Trinkets kin wrap up an' re-gift (sin) ta give ta me, toodamnplain needglittersparkle FORGET THE GLUE. Toss white elephant with trunk turned down (bad luck) into Salvation Army collection bin, too many of these holiday bin busters JUNK bent-it-hell-broke-it-who-would-want-to-replace-it!! Not-gaudy-enough-fer-me-ta-keep-no-sparkles-no-rhinestones--WOW---WHOA---LOOKATTHIS! I FOUND IT! AN ASHTRAY! WHAT A KEEPER! I DON'T SMOKE BUT PUT YER BUTT HERE ANYWAY! A SCULPTURE ASH RECEPTACLE OF A WOMAN WITH HER LEGS SPREAD, THE BOWL FOR YER ASH, AND REMOVABLE ORB BREASTS WITH PURPLE RHINESTONE NIPPLES!!! WOW---WHOA---LOOKATTHIS! ONE OF THOSE BOUNCING HULA DASH DOLLS WITH A RED RHINESTONE ON HER NAVEL JUST A SWANGIN'!!!!GIMME THE RIT DYE-A-DASH-COVER-TYE-DYE-A-MILE-OF-ROAD-RAGE-GET-HAPPY-FORGET-THE-GLUE!!!

Sage Sweetwater, your glitterati, Hollywood walk-of-fame gay starlet with silver wingtips and conchos on her boots and rhinestones on her belt and turquoise and silver beads in her hair and wild rhubarb rouge on her cheeks!

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

This composition's message is profound and sharp on its alertness.
No one should "Forget the Glue" after a heedful reading of this poem.

True poetic mission accomplished through the wise lines of
"Forget the Glue".

Thank You, Poet, for adding this treasury to the history of Poetry.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 5, 2006

Do you ever get the feeling you lost something
no one can replace? That every time
you get a glimmer, sees you and sprints away?

All the time, I'm afraid, Phyllis, and it gets worse, the older I get!