Hungry

Just messing with our tools.. and I'm not being rude.. okay

Hungry

 

She left a poet

                            hungry and

With barely

                            a handful

Of syllables

                            to his name

 

 

She may well

                            have rhythm 

But she don’t

                            got rhyme

She may

                            have rock

But she don’t

                            have roll

 

 

She has heart

                            but got no soul

She is hungry   

                            but has no appetite

He is starving    

                            tho he lost the will to bite

 

 

Author's Note

tis just your dirty mind...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When I looked at your lines Neville, I thought Brighton rock, Arctic roll and Dover sole. The combination of all three served on the same plate is not an appetiser is it? Seriously though, this is so much more than that. Your first stanza tells me what a serious situation this refers to. Hungry and a poet lost for words. That dear Neville is touching rock bottom. Nothing to do with Brighton either. They didn't appear to be singing the same song. A deep write. Yours often are.

Chris

[Neville]

cor.. I dunno.. I love Dover sole and a nice thick slice of arctic roll would go down a treat too... you just gave me my appetite back... :)

[Chris Shaw]

Forget the Brighton rock, it will break your teeth. Right I know what to put on the menu if you come to dinner :)

[Neville]

.............. Your on :)

[Chris Shaw]

.............. :))

[Mrudula Rani]

What a wonderful format, like two parallel lines running to meet some where in our( dirty) minds.

[Neville]

thank you my very dear friend and true... I am sure your mind is spick and span and .. well dont we all like a little bit dirty every now and then :)

[Mrudula Rani]

It is always a great pleasure to read your wonderful poems my friend. You are confusing my inexperienced ( ignorant) mind to a spick and span one.

[Neville]

I think maybe not.. but I like it anyway.... :)

[Crowley]

It is amazing how we can lose our soul for a bit. That is what it is I think, losing the ability to write about how we feel causes dire consequences. It is the one thing that can help me come out of the doldrums. That ability can be stolen, mostly by those who don't understand the intricacies, but do understand how to hurt. People are playing all serious this morning...heavy and fantastic!!!

[Neville]

Thank you Crowley, I am very grateful, very eavy, very umble sir and true.... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i just saw a lover unsated...but not in the physical sense....more his heart that is left wanting...
her heart has teased his...and then left his emotions teased but not satisfied.
j.

[Neville]

what a tad sad lad he would be.. Heaven's to Betsy jacob, surely such things don't happen in the real world... nevertheless, I do like your take on this little pre-formed scribble... Cheers sir :)

[Einstein Noodle]

"Oh what great big teeth (she) has!" and we all know the rest of the story ..... i think you may have something with this form sir! its intriguing and the format inspires all kinds of things .. theme .... oh boy! He definitely gave this relationship way too much time and sacrifice says i ... she sucked him dry (now who's the dirty mind?) .... closing line is so terrible tragic ..i see that hungry bass down there in the depths of fresh water ... big fat juicy night crawler dangling there ... and the fish with empty belly and no thought to bite ... my goodness .. poor poor fish :(
E.

[Neville]

just lately, this bass just took up philately.. cheers me old mate and true....I was hoping you might get ya teeth into this form and so ya did.... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

philately??? strange hobby for a fish don't you think? :))

[Neville]

Now ya come to mention it.... :)

[Stella Armour]

she left him with a deflated ego maybe ?

[Neville]

de-fibrillated maybe ....