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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Critiques</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when they read your poem<br>and find some fleas there<br>and they scratch their heads<br>like saying: this is bad, this is really bad<br>and they crumple your poem<br>and throw it in their waste basket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they junk the best poem you <br>have written taking you days and days to revise it<br>like it is a composition<br>of another nincompoop. a moron, a lesser kind of <br>the human being<br>like a bubble, a bumble, a bum, a belle, a keg, <br>a piece of feces<br>a ning nang nang nang</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, write another one.do not ever stop writing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you find the one that they have thrown in the waste basket<br>again, by chance, <br>redeem it, <br> take it back and iron out what difference have you<br>with that critique<br>(who has not written even a poem for his dog) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">have patience. and always remember<br>you did not write the poem for him<br>you write it for you and your lover<br>and your loved one, <br>and another lover and many more lovers<br>of life and its<br>ecstacies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">till kingdom come<br>be patient.<br> be ever patient.<br>it is you who has </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seen the light. not them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">open another door. <br>go inside where your lovers dwell.<br>they will kiss you.<br> they will clap their hands <br>and drink beer with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it will be dark again, <br> and you cannot sleep after you make love.<br>three times on the floor<br>and there and then<br>in your nudity<br>another voice comes inside your ears<br>asking that you write <br>about a floating blue butterfly<br>looking for the opening<br>of an orange<br>flower</div><div style="margin:10px 0">another poem shall be written<br>early morning<br>be glad<br>the voice is still there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your shrink may tell you to name the voice. <br>for he thinks you are schizephrenic<br>to the max</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do not tell him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is your secret with God.<br>be glad.write it.now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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and they scratch their heads
like saying: this is bad, this is really bad
and they crumple your poem
and throw it in their waste basket

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