Psychic Fur Balls
I'm just poemed out.
Blank screen between the ears.
by Robert Charles Howard
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Comments about Psychic Fur Balls
25 Jul 2007 12:59
Well, you do have to admit that some poems are regurgitation...even the 'Great's' had their poetic stomach's full of mats and hairballs at times. Then had the nerve to publish them, and they're being taught in schools! ! But, not when I teach those poets in a week from now. Ways to get around everything! Great! Elysabeth
07 Feb 2007 02:42
Ah, those PHLEGMatic moments of creativity! Hack 'n' Roll!
29 Dec 2006 01:20
Fun one. Glad the metaphor didn't go the other way, I hate cleaning the litter box. -chuck
01 Oct 2006 05:04
Wellllll, you know how cats make fur balls, doncha? I need help, and if this is the answer, guess I'll have to start licking myself silly! Wait... are you talking about dreck? heehee Esther : ]
13 Sep 2006 01:40
Hack, Hack, Patooie! ! You did this so well!
09 Sep 2006 05:07
Yup, I know the feeling well. I love how you've articulated it - and that is one fantastic title. Hugs Anna xxx
07 Sep 2006 06:05
Robert, I relate emphatically...
31 Aug 2006 12:38
Great.....I really liked this one. The imagery was......er.......almost Tom and Jerry! Love, Fran xx
31 Aug 2006 12:12
Delightful, Robert. And so original! Kindest regards, Sandra
John Tiong Chunghoo
30 Aug 2006 11:17
it is so true. good one.
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