Some poems start out as poems, homely descriptions
of slippers, for instance or berry bowls, toasters
but then over-reach, chasing chimeras, conundrums,
leading us down a rabbit hole of nonsense.
Others take the easier way, finding their inner teacher,
their gasbagging guru. Some poems start out as poems
but end up as pedagogy. You feel you’re in
the classroom again.
John Malone 
Absolutely! And sometimes I start with a chimera and wind up on a doormat! 🙂
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HaHa or ROFL , Indeed. Humor will rescue almost any poem 🙂
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So true!!!
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hate being made to feel I’m in the classroom again; it’s demeaning
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Yes no one likes a lecture do they
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Just like children, each takes their own unique path
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that’s a very wise and all-embracing answer, Beth; thank you 🙂
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Witty humour
Funny stuff
Makes us chuckle
Cut the guff!
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spot on ! love it 🙂
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Speaking of slippers: Last night a big section of my left foot slipper’s sole broke and fell off. Both slippers have been looking less than stellar for a long time, in fact. I should have replaced them a year or two ago. Now, their time is up. Hi John. I hope that all is well. See ya.
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Hi, Neil. All good and I’m wearing my slippers 🙂 someone should write an ode to them one day;they do not appear much in poetry, only in Cozy Murder Mysteries.Hope you are in a better state , Neil, than your slippers 🙂 Just to let you know, Neil, you have inspired a new post ‘Slippers’ which I’ll be posting by this time tomorrow 🙂
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So true! Love this!
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thanks ; would you believe it took me eight drafts to get there ?
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May we be spared the over-reaching and the gasbaggery. Ah, a classroom that feels like a spa date.
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By the by, I meant to mention that I think every poem is a classroom, meant to enlighten in some way; but it should never (or… seldom?) FEEL like we are in a classroom, per se; i.e. being brow-beaten by indoctrinatory nonsense.
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that’s what I meant.Enlightened NOT indoctrinated; sometimes it’s hard for us poets to get the right tone 🙂
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