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my being brutal
by Charlie Morgani just stood there not getting a confession;
and my rubber hose was tired, becoming limp.
my teacher told me to find the meaning of this poem.
i started by questions; what did she mean by meaning?
what did the poet mean? what was a metaphor? simile?
all this while i was imagining Friday's football game.
the one where the team carries me on their shoulders;
the townsfolk cheer, stores close for a day. crime stops.
any pointers? as to how i can improve my performance;
she wants to marry me; but, first i gotta parse this poem.
that'll please her and get me points for the final. 04/25/2011 Posted on 04/25/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/25/11 at 10:17 PM A few more like these might do it. Nice work. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/26/11 at 02:38 AM Oh Charlie...what a way of dredging up why I HATED poetry in school.
The beauty or meaning of the words got mangled by teachers rapping my knuckles to see the symbolism, the symbolism, the symbolism so much I didn't write a poem until i was in my late 20's. Amen to this lovely lovely submission! |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 04/26/11 at 06:33 AM I might be channeling my college professor with this commentary but...this might be your most sexual piece that was not your intention...between the first and last stanza and the overtones, it screams sexuality...~JPP |
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