Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
Shit stirrer labeled am I; this a slur -
Stirring shit is only possible where
There happens to be shit to stir.
But I do not speak of my derriere,
Which is awarded a wipe, not a stir.
Term ‘shit’ would be favoured by poets here;
A metaphor is loved, and they prefer.
Refers to ideas long dead but ne’er
Properly demolished, made disappear.
And so I undertake to stir and stare
Them back into history’s long gone year.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Megalomaniacal you think? Disordered rhyming; the topic is rare, the precedents few and rhyming and stirring are a little like patting one’s head and rubbing one’s stomach…
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments7
Paddling through the filth we to navigate through to get to the other side is the only stirring most people need to be bothered by.
Though from time to time they (and I don\'t mean just here) they are bothered....
The stench doth waft with the slightest movement so tread wraith-like and as an apparition 😶🌫️
Nah - get the bulldozer out.
I am not sure why someone has said shit stirring, as that appears in this write, but myself think we need people to stir the pot, give different opinions and takes on life, take people out of there comfy and sometimes fake environment, say it is as it is, enjoyed the read
Yep - definitely a slur. thanks for the embroidery; very much appreciated, Tobani.
You are very welcome
Thanks for the fave, Missy.
My pleasure, Sir, you're very welcome. Your author's note took me back too many years with its phrasing: patting the head and rubbing the stomach simultaneously.
My favorite! Seriously...I am not sure a poem will top this today! Like, if you don't mind, I am going to save this on my phone and read it from time to time to remind myself of who I am as well! 🤣❤️ And, yes, I will also remind myself you wrote it! LOL!
I'm honored, Tristan. I think you sometime back meditated briefly on 'truth to power' - yes, I cannot deny, and it has got me into considerable trouble over the years. No regrets, though.
Thank you! Indeed! Me too! Hey! We're in great company, imho! 🤣
I think Writers and Poets should hold a Mirror up to the World and say ' This is you' .
As for 'Stiring Excrement' as long as you never do it literally, then it's ' Calling Doctor Freud'.
Rest assured, I never do it literally.
PS: I'm a compulsive handwasher too......
I'm also a. Compulsive Hand washer: And COVID made it worse. But - We Soldier on .
Yes - Covid did for me too - plus handshake avoidance where possible.
Sir Orchi NS, he say, Confucius-like: 'If the s**t is hitting the fan, be sure to be facing the other direction'. Doh! heehee.
I recall {see - dementia hasn't caught up with me quite yet (hollow LOL)} you having trouble with the fan and shit. I distinctly remember advising you to stand behind the fan. That advice, I feel, is still valid, still stands. Life is a learning experience. Don't, orchi get left behind, etc.
Why couldn't something else hit the fan instead? I dunno - leaves, feathers etc. Things that are mobile and could be blown by the fan more easily. How's that Winter going there?
Bloody cold - half of Antarctica has repositioned itself...
Charming. We thanks thee for this gorgeously rendered pretty little number to thy apparent preference complete with excellent imagery and a tantalizing poignancy. Thank you for sharing. I'd have commented sooner but was derailed by contemplating the moniker for "When The Shit Hits The Fan"...
So there are some colloquialisms with which you are unfamiliar in your neck of the woods?
Dunno.
Mystification or modesty?
Can't say. None of the verbiage seemed unfamiliar ergo, make of it [my replies] what you will, dear Sir.
Alas - Oh misery..... is abandonment your intention? ...(sob).... inconsolable.....
Abandoning whom, dear Sir? I'll not let go of thee any time in the near future, that I knows of, ergo?
Thank ye kindly ma'am I'm reassured and gratified beyond all measure.
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