If Skunks Could Cry

Mourningcloak, I read your poem several times, and I’m really not sure what you’re trying to say. If your poem is about how badly you write, then I concur. What you are trying to pass off as poetry is the worst I've ever read. I did pick up on the Deep Underground reference - a little play on words there - rather clever. I also couldn’t help but notice that you have written yet again another rhyming poem. Please excuse my bluntness, but why do you feel the need to rhyme every single line in every single poem? You use the same rhyming scheme aabb in your poems, making all of them identical. Can’t you write something different? Even Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes don’t use the same rhyming quatrains. Take a look around you; do you not see how anomalous you are amongst real poets who do not rhyme? I can only imagine how small you must feel. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about just because you don’t know what you’re doing and can’t write. I’m here to help. This may seem hard to believe, but it is not my intention to offend you - it’s just that I think you can do better. Anything has got to be an improvement.

Hey, Mourningcloak, how nice of you to leave such an uplifting comment. A bit harsh and completely uncalled for, don’t you think, especially since I requested friendly feedback. I absolutely cannot believe that you would have the effrontery to come into my house and tell me how atrocious my poems are and to be so virulently rude about it. My advice to you is to stay far away from my postings if you don’t like anything that I write. I am so sorry that you dislike rhyming poetry. Actually, you are the one who should be sorry. I like how you offer to help me but continue to mock me and then leave a parting shot. I don’t recall asking for your help. You help me - don’t make me laugh! I assure you that if I ever want help, you will be the last person I ask. As far as feeling small or embarrassed, I was feeling just fine until you came along. By the way, leaving nasty comments will only serve to alienate yourself from the community. And Mourningcloak, heed my admonishment - if you ever flutter into one of my comment windows again, I’ll clip your wings. Just so we’re clear.

Who ever critique this poem is a idiot  
I wish that would come at my art  
Like that before i mentally removed there  
Head and desecrate their existence  
Please critique me like this so i can  
 make you a example  
This girl truly has talent !!!  
RefineminD the Headhunter !!!!

Whoever wrote this review, putting this poem down is either the writer themself or mabey knows you or thinks they know you well, because they took your words and tried to use them against you but all they did was say what you said in the poem only in a way that would hurt, like a Dr.Jeckel and Mr.Hide thing.

i think skunks are cute so i would never run away from them :) and i realy love this poem and i understand what your trying to say in it and the comments you left for your self are a little to mean to your self but thats ok i do the same :) anyway Mourningcloak  you are wonderful at wrighting so never give that up ok and no matter what people say always hold your head up high:)

I liked this. It had a morose, deadpan charm to it.

So talentless at what I do
A failure’s stench is nothing new
I am the face of all bad news
An identity I did not choose

Not talentless at all.
'An identity I did not choose'
I can relate to this, felt it.

Keep penning poet, because that's what you are.
A poet, and so much more.

Oh!! well? firstly the first two comments...rings a bell as a rip off from;
"The flowers of wit, or a choice collection of bon mots, by Henry Kett, 1814:" but with an amusing twist.
The Poem...great fun and hard work so the implied introspective mock insecurity was probably gratuititous.

  

http://www.girardonline.com/quotes.asp

quotes for your sight above.
Thanks for the kind words as well...still playing catch up and will be back more in a few days.
I have a quote somewhere on being conflicted but will have to search harder. But; It goes like this.
"Stress is caused by following your head and not your heart!"

DUP going down for a few days and then loosing my line...in my weird world of multiverses. Quantum Entangelment and Brain micro-tubules containing our higher selves... it is timelines adjusting. Just waiting for the outcome...;-) everyone's brain works differently,but it is good to see you developing some hubris.

i love this poem, it's such a unique perspective and an unexpected yet charming metaphor. ^^ you're writing is wonderful and i find you to be remarkably intelligent and somewhat cynical, but i find cynacism amusing. someone as brilliant as you really shouldn't be so hard on themselves. :) but if you intended to be ironic with those first two comments, you have indeed accomplished such and your humor is one of a kind. ;)

I think you're being much too hard on yourself too.  I enjoyed the poem, and the wry wit and humour you show in this write. I look forward to reading more.

I found this to be very clever, rhymes and all ! Just keep doing what you're doing. Write On !!

Morningcloak,

I enjoyed this poem very much, including the rymes. Well written. I also feel that you are too harsh on yourself. Your thoughts are unique and you have a way of conveying the message clearly! This is worthy of a more favourable view of yourself and your work.

Olga :-)

Your poem doesn't stink.---
Sorry
Pun not intended.
I think its creative.
Black and white strips,
makes me think of prisoner in jail.
Like the reference.
Don't listen to any of those jerks who tell you otherwise.

A beautiful poem with excellent rhymes and a melancholy air to it that makes it all the more better. Just amazing!

for me I'm the skunk in this poem

The skunk is my spirit animal. No, I did not choose this, but the skunk chose me, so that second to last stanza really struck home. They are rampant here, flocking together in thuggish bands & terrorizing the neighborhoods & countrysides. They come up to me & sniff my hand, unafraid of me nor I of them, for they chose me & now I am with them. We strike fear into the hearts of lions & wolves. We are the true kings of the jungle, & the other creatures hate us for it, for our awful capabilities. No one wants to tangle with the skunk. No one. No matter how loud they roar & howl or the size of their teeth. Good piece, really made me internalize some things. Now, I have a few picnics to go ruin. I have found, though, that skunks can indeed cry. We are often misunderstood. Thank you, Mourningcloak.

very rad

my hope is for everyone to see the beauty in the unseen

if we saw life how you do, animals would not be slaughtered and consumed

such travesty

Very nice piece. It really made me re-evaluate my perception about hear-say