My newly wed friend
was telling me the other day
of how his wife
was like the ointment of his life.
Of how she soothed his skin,
healed his woes
and comforted his soul.
I listened patiently for a while;
then I lit up a cigarette
and muttered inside my breath,
"to each man, his own".
A contest entry
- Prompt: Ointment by Nicole Hanna.
400 points, ended June 25, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a good poem though it does not really throw out any emotion at all. it is like reading something off the back of a cornflake box. where is the passion within the words? before speaking critically on other's poetry try looking at your own work.
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How much passion do you expect me to infuse into a quickie with the prompt 'Ointments'? Anyway, may be people should not enter contests (my contests at least) if they cannot handle any sort of criticism. Thank you.
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as much as you can! well you should be more polite in your wording. anyway, enough of you, i have just looked in a few of your poems and smiled to myself. those who can't do get a job criticising.
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LOL ...
this is funny. "To each his own" has to be one of the oldest lines in the English language.
Still, it sounds like he has more fun.
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A fervent bachelor? Although, I will say that if my husband suddenly started going on about me being his sun and moon, I'd probably punch him in the nuts and tell him to grow a pair. lol. Loved the humor here. Thanks for entering.
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lol are you saying a cigarette can soothe you better than any woman can??? I don't beleive you. Or actually I don't beleive that you have found the right person for you to make you feel that way.
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aah, the women come and go. The cigarette stays. I guess it's time I start acknowledging that loyalty!
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