Questions unrhymed – I'll give it a try.

Doggerel Dave


(timing is all)

my last piece ‘Blocked’

was the catalyst for

the immediate departure

of the subject of

my opening stanza.


No names because

she doesn’t exist

on MPS anymore;

not just an absence,

but a deleted account.


But why?

The dysfunctional poetic relationship

between she and I

was between us alone.

A deleted account

means the withdrawal

of all the warm exchange,

the ‘love’ the ❤️’s the ‘friends’

sprayed freely to

poets across the site,

none of whom

were involved.


Raises the question:

what does the warm exchange,

the ‘love’ the ❤️’s the ‘friends’

here really mean?

  • Author: Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2022 01:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Over to you: answers/explanations/angry retorts in the usual place, please. Thanks.
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  • Goldfinch60

    No angry retorts Dave it is just a shame that this has happened. We must just accept it and move on, worrying about it is time wasting.


    • Doggerel Dave

      I always attempt not to ‘worry’, but to at least ponder the results of any interaction I may have. This goes for all and not just my exchanges here. Nothing much, for various reasons, is spontaneous for me, I’m afraid. On MPS (first and only site I’ve participated in) I have always found the warm exchange, the ‘love’ etc more than passing strange, which is why I sought out other’s views in this space.
      Thanks for your support, Andy.

    • orchidee

      I usually beat about the bush in being assertive. Dunno what sort of bush it is - blackberry maybe! lol.
      But I don't see why people should feel that they should leave because of others remarks. But they get upset and feel driven away.
      It's people's choice to block others if they feel they want to or need to. You might block me even! Then I will go and eat blackberries from that bush. Doh!

      • Doggerel Dave

        Thanks orchi - for you that is an extensive response.
        You bring back memories of childhood plucking blackberries from long hedgerows with one eye on the cow grazing just behind…. In Oz I only get them in plastic containers, and they aren’t the same.
        Your second para – be upset with me, by all means, but everyone else?
        Third para – I will not block you; IF you were to be obnoxious (I have no expectation that you will) I would leave your post there in order that all can see your error…..

        • orchidee

          Now some may get pompous and uppity, and say 'What error?!' I wish Teddy had not have left.

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        • crypticbard

          My lack of participation in the last decade or so on internet poetry sites has a similar story. Sometimes we can feel emotionally pushed off a social platform and staying there isn't a healthy thing to be doing. At other times we just tire of it or could not find as you have aptly put: "what does the warm exchange, the ‘love’ the ❤️’s the ‘friends’ here really mean? It does mean as much or as little as we put into it and that is a very volatile and unreliable cocktail to put together at best. It was and even now been an in your face thing. We may have averted our gaze voluntarily offline but online we do hold up to our noses what has been in the past the social environment in which we live and move and have our being. Strange and quirky indeed.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Thanks for that Rik.
            If I understand you correctly, you argue that offline – out there, normal interactions happen, then pass without record or in the case of physical evidence such as letters and so on can be isolated and locked away. Whereas online, all remains open, easy access…?
            I, to some extent see and acknowledge the distinction, however for me , the question posed in my last four lines remains active for all those other poets here who were sprayed with the WELHF (middle two lines) potion.

            • crypticbard

              A potion that is quite potent and disorientating in the least.

            • Neville

              Up to a point, I'm with the Goldfinch .. the full stop is about write .. but then, just like a bird on a wire, I try in my own way to be me .... Neville

              • Doggerel Dave

                Andy’s not to worry? No, just an attempt to clarify. As Above.
                Bird on a Wire reference has not gone unnoticed and is one of my (maybe the most) favourite LC songs.
                Favourite quote? Perhaps “There is a crack a crack in everything That\'s how the light gets in.”
                Great to know you are still on your feet (or at least a chair), Nev.

              • sorenbarrett

                Is it not the same in all of life, where deleted accounts, account for most relationships? I take none of this to heart, in that I refuse to delete anyone from it.

                • Doggerel Dave

                  Different though - for me two relationships in the eighties, though finished, have remained connected via, latterly, emails. Other non intimate relationships have just drifted.
                  The digital world appears to be different, and account should be taken of this....maybe for most it is, and words on here have changed meaning to their meaning in the real world?
                  Glad you are not keen on the delete button.... should be more of it...

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Could always be worse. Deleted relationships could contain children, they are harder to delete.

                  • Bella Shepard

                    We will always encounter things that may be upsetting or make us feel uncomfortable, but we don't delete ourselves from life. Sometimes being challenged is just what we need to grow a little more. To disagree is normal, to be able to discuss rationally is paramount.

                    • Doggerel Dave

                      Thanks for that Bella. I couldn't agree more - with an emphasis on the ability to discuss rationally.

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