The End of A Blogging Year On 2014123120141231 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems Twelve-hundred and forty poems Some ok, some not so hot — One year blogging’s taught me that I talk about myself a lot To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketRedditPrintLike this:Like Loading...
…at least it’s with pithy eloquence and not the dirge-like verbosity I churn out haa! Keep talking about yourself, I say. Loading... 20141231 at 23:26 Reply
Poems open a door. They are the gateway to your soul. There’s no way to know how they will be received. But if you wrote all the time for everyone else then you won’t be a poet, you be standing at the door looking for your keys Loading... 20150101 at 20:09 Reply
…at least it’s with pithy eloquence and not the dirge-like verbosity I churn out haa! Keep talking about yourself, I say.
Funny! 🙂 just keep on talking! Thanks, and keep on having fun!
Poems open a door. They are the gateway to your soul. There’s no way to know how they will be received. But if you wrote all the time for everyone else then you won’t be a poet, you be standing at the door looking for your keys
I just doing what I do, thank you for your like