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You took sugar in your tea.
It suited you -
sweetening a bitterness,
which was what you did best.
Cover up the taste.
Always the same;
three spoons of sweet falsity.
One spoonful of sugar
for each fight.
You took sugar in your tea.
Just as you brought me
roses
when you hated me,
jewellery,
when you loathed me,
chocolates
when you despised me.
When I hated you
I gave you –
nothing.
Now you have
nothing
but three spoons of sugar
every morning.
In your tea.
It suited you -
sweetening a bitterness,
which was what you did best.
Cover up the taste.
Always the same;
three spoons of sweet falsity.
One spoonful of sugar
for each fight.
You took sugar in your tea.
Just as you brought me
roses
when you hated me,
jewellery,
when you loathed me,
chocolates
when you despised me.
When I hated you
I gave you –
nothing.
Now you have
nothing
but three spoons of sugar
every morning.
In your tea.
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Who Cares About...?
WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've said—
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into laughter:
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Our son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different.
That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartment—they never have to see each other’s faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each other’s anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our
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This one brought a smile to my face, its sheer cynicism and veracity is very striking, and very clever.
Perhaps (in my humble opinion) you could reinforce the repetitiveness of taking the sugar by including the word “always” or something similar in the first line.
Cover up the taste. – but what taste?
three spoons of sweet falsity. – I like this line, but it seems too straight forward, as in stating the obvious
the second stanza – wonderful in its cruelty, superb in its simplicity. Well done
the last couple of stanzas are great as well, the length of them drops off, emphasizing both the disintegration of the relationship, and how the persona is worth no more than a couple of lines.
However I think the last line could be “but three spoons of sugar” as the audience already knows that they are in the tea, and it also would suit the structure.
Wow this is quite a long comment (for me). I enjoyed critiquing this one, you did a good job
Oh yes and you used punctuation that’s always a good thing!!
I do believe that this poem has the potential to be very good, good as it is already of course.
Perhaps (in my humble opinion) you could reinforce the repetitiveness of taking the sugar by including the word “always” or something similar in the first line.
Cover up the taste. – but what taste?
three spoons of sweet falsity. – I like this line, but it seems too straight forward, as in stating the obvious
the second stanza – wonderful in its cruelty, superb in its simplicity. Well done
the last couple of stanzas are great as well, the length of them drops off, emphasizing both the disintegration of the relationship, and how the persona is worth no more than a couple of lines.
However I think the last line could be “but three spoons of sugar” as the audience already knows that they are in the tea, and it also would suit the structure.
Wow this is quite a long comment (for me). I enjoyed critiquing this one, you did a good job
Oh yes and you used punctuation
that’s always a good thing!! I do believe that this poem has the potential to be very good, good as it is already of course.