tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post7868385568848449328..comments2024-03-28T17:44:41.989-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Kitchen GirlFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88400058754528505202014-01-14T21:20:54.273-05:002014-01-14T21:20:54.273-05:00Oh my goodness..love this! There seems to be a bit...Oh my goodness..love this! There seems to be a bitter of the bitter snark in me that loves to go dark. :)Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36791016844137665542014-01-09T16:56:41.487-05:002014-01-09T16:56:41.487-05:00Whoa, Shay, you've done it again. Good stuff.
...Whoa, Shay, you've done it again. Good stuff.<br />Know what I always love about your posts? The things you list as "labels"! They're great: don't necessarily refer to the words in the poem, but definitely the feelings and implications. <br />Luv, KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7123248701519619232014-01-09T14:03:39.372-05:002014-01-09T14:03:39.372-05:00eek!eek!Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78426187574384371092014-01-09T13:02:45.368-05:002014-01-09T13:02:45.368-05:00Is it good to love a poem so bad? Think so.Is it good to love a poem so bad? Think so.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-28455140785363110992014-01-09T10:52:55.494-05:002014-01-09T10:52:55.494-05:00a whiff of revenge.. or maybe an icy blast... the ...a whiff of revenge.. or maybe an icy blast... the whole poem rings with drama....revelationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184644795582553870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-46125375839160372152014-01-09T10:42:35.947-05:002014-01-09T10:42:35.947-05:00Hangman hangman, slack on your rope awhile/I think...Hangman hangman, slack on your rope awhile/I think I see my true love comin, comin from many a mile...yes, we've definitely lost the drama of execution in our sterile age--not that I mind, since you can recreate it flawlessly here, also sardonically, also ringing true on every note. Love the verse you quote at the end--how completely I agree.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-45848740794419854572014-01-09T10:40:38.997-05:002014-01-09T10:40:38.997-05:00…wickedly clever! Such a "dance" partn...…wickedly clever! Such a "dance" partner I hope I never find! Read it three times …. why this leaves a smile on my face I have no idea :)Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36977911535914052502014-01-09T10:10:36.445-05:002014-01-09T10:10:36.445-05:00Oh, I love it!Oh, I love it!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27976261366928628482014-01-09T08:41:16.503-05:002014-01-09T08:41:16.503-05:00Yikes. This is the iciest revenge love song I thin...Yikes. This is the iciest revenge love song I think I've ever read. A hymn for Chocktaw Ridge. Penultimate stanza is pure fury.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41266783226168347392014-01-09T02:27:22.696-05:002014-01-09T02:27:22.696-05:00Nothing like the sweet smell of vindication! Loved...Nothing like the sweet smell of vindication! Loved this - half song/ half victory dance.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-9150371824106135152014-01-09T00:28:54.328-05:002014-01-09T00:28:54.328-05:00I fucking love you, cooks. Too clever. And alwa...I fucking love you, cooks. Too clever. And always drenched in a unique voice of the narrator. You gotta be you, and I always glad to have your presence in the garden. Viva laIsadora Gruyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036782300945079952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25705676292693937492014-01-08T23:26:59.229-05:002014-01-08T23:26:59.229-05:00"Know thyself?" If I knew myself, I'..."Know thyself?" If I knew myself, I'd run away. <br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von GoetheCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30755927450162802892014-01-08T23:26:45.558-05:002014-01-08T23:26:45.558-05:00"A ring means an unbroken circle. A rope mean..."A ring means an unbroken circle. A rope means a broken neck." Only you would think of a gallows as a possible destination. I come in here like a hungry pup, eyeing the bowl, never quite knowing what is going to get served up:) I love that about you!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88562804201797607982014-01-08T21:28:58.213-05:002014-01-08T21:28:58.213-05:00you are twisted - or your friend is twisting in th...you are twisted - or your friend is twisting in the wind. :)TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47419287286322436962014-01-08T21:13:06.399-05:002014-01-08T21:13:06.399-05:00"Didn't I tell you, baby,
I'd get you..."Didn't I tell you, baby,<br />I'd get you before a preacher one day?"<br /><br />This entire poem made me smile. It had a certain uplifting "I told you so" feel to it. :-)HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-664312644606078532014-01-08T20:59:07.200-05:002014-01-08T20:59:07.200-05:00rope us in with that open and leave us hanging in ...rope us in with that open and leave us hanging in the end, why doncha. well, you actually didn't leave us hanging. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70113305452033719102014-01-08T20:52:44.750-05:002014-01-08T20:52:44.750-05:00Definitely twisted (pun intended)...Definitely twisted (pun intended)...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com