Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
A big cheese cosmos with mould spread live –
Us (all sentience in this universe)…
Life needs moisture and oxygen to thrive;
But prosper? Earth likely becomes a hearse.
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Our own mycelium civilization
Can poison this paltry portion I fear;
Although there’s no need for consternation -
The cheese wheel universe will just not hear….
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Often felt that life was not the main story in our Universe and beyond – just peripheral.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Cheeky Missy
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Life is beyond the Universe Dave, I will meet you there one day.
Andy
I think somehow that our models of existence don’t exactly coincide, Andy. However, should by any chance yours prevail, then I’d be more than willing to meet up (I hope your taste in whisky has improved by then….!!!)
Sir Orchi NS went mouldy years ago! lol.
The universe chooses to take absolutely no notice at all.....
It came from you! Foetid cheese 🧀 periphery … indelibly printed 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
There is affirmation there, I'm sure.... many thanks. It is just that I cannot attribute the quality if indelibility to life at all.
Oh that is a big ask but we get stained often enough 🤩🧀👍🏻🕊
I wonder it there is prejudice against blue cheese? Actually Dave I think you gave mankind more credit than deserved in this metaphor, we are more like virus' and mold would be much more evolved. A write about a subject that I have had thoughts about before. Life is just peripheral and is only important to us because it is us. Well done Dave
Nah - I'll stay with mould, as some (a few) of humanity for example can be quite evolved. You've cracked it in your penultimate sentence. As for your final - I don't need no encouragement!!
My favorite description of humanity comes from The Matrix, when Agent Smith is relating humanity to a virus that spreads and consumes until it destroys everything. This, perhaps, might be my second favorite! Love the metaphor Dave. 🌹👏
I might not be a winner, but I'll settle for a place, Tristain!! Many thanks.
Excellent write
Excellent that you called, Tony.
You're welcome
You paint a vivid picture.
I try. Thanks for the read.
A fantastic poem, politics is cheesy while your poem was super cool to read. Kudos!!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Thanks muchly for that.
Cheese never did have ears, last I checked, else it might have also a voice which I don't think I'd tolerate for all the grating and melting and slicing I do in the name of meal preparations for our indulgence. After that, yes, I catch your drift. It won't be long now, I rather think. And since you've chosen that simile, it'll be melted to nothing, last I knew. Excellently, nay, superbly rendered to effect with exquisite imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I'm only back here because I got a message in my inbox....but I do thank ye for your attention, Missy to my grim but I feel realistic little scribble... Speaking of little scribbles, I note that your latest contribution to this poetic scramble here is of novel length, and while I feel an obligation to contribute, I do hope that there is no expectation on your part for a matching or.....and so on....
Ah. Have a wonderful rest of January and happy beginning of Spring which supposedly begins on February 1st, or Saturday, but I swear it began a couple weeks ago.
Dunno where you are, but here spring happened a while ago and I'm now in the midst of a hot steamy summer...... If you are really pushed I'll send you some over....
My profile says Bolingbrook, which I ignorantly thought was only in Illinois, but that's where I be on the map. Australia being I thought 15 hours ahead of us, guess your summer is likewise. I'll wait since I don't like summer or winter. Thank you very much again!
any poem or bit of literature that mentions cheese is bound to be a BIG hit with me and makes me smile .. you just can't beat a bit of blue mould .. 🧀💙
Not sure if my interrogation of reality was given acknowledgement here, Neville , but there you go – you gotta accept whatever old crusts are thrown yer way, doncha?😜
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