CSP: A Collection of Poems
Viewing comments for Chapter 131 "Poker Nights"A collection of poetry
31 total reviews
Comment from bard owl
Excellent contest entry. Kids do a lot of things they shopuldn't when their parents aren't looking. I remember trying to get one of my brother's cigarettes when I was about eight. He caught me and gave me one, lit it and watched me as I took a big puff and nearly choked to death. That was the best lesson I could have had. I never tried to smoke again. Your poem brought back a lot of memories for me and I'll bet a lot of other people. Excellent imgaery in this one. Best of luck and blessings to you, Linda
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Excellent contest entry. Kids do a lot of things they shopuldn't when their parents aren't looking. I remember trying to get one of my brother's cigarettes when I was about eight. He caught me and gave me one, lit it and watched me as I took a big puff and nearly choked to death. That was the best lesson I could have had. I never tried to smoke again. Your poem brought back a lot of memories for me and I'll bet a lot of other people. Excellent imgaery in this one. Best of luck and blessings to you, Linda
Comment Written 13-Dec-2008
Comment from Nanette Mary
Hullo Sixteezkid ...
Under a most suitable title, this is well written
and you have cleverly told your story whilst fully complying with the Nonet format.
There is nothing to suggest changing and I wish you well in the Contest.
With love from ..... Nanette Mary.
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Hullo Sixteezkid ...
Under a most suitable title, this is well written
and you have cleverly told your story whilst fully complying with the Nonet format.
There is nothing to suggest changing and I wish you well in the Contest.
With love from ..... Nanette Mary.
Comment Written 12-Dec-2008
Comment from Joan E.
The nonet seemed to be the perfect vehicle for this confessional poem.
I also enjoyed your bits of alliteration with "s" sounds.
Thanks for sharing this probably not uncommon childhood memory.
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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The nonet seemed to be the perfect vehicle for this confessional poem.
I also enjoyed your bits of alliteration with "s" sounds.
Thanks for sharing this probably not uncommon childhood memory.
Comment Written 11-Dec-2008
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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Joan E. Thanks very much for your very kind review and I'm glad you enjoyed this. And thanks for comments on the alliteration; I try! With regards, Sue
Comment from Algernon
HAHA, sorry, I misread about lighting a butt.
This sure is atmospheric and well written from a wee ones view point... And to do it in a nine to one is stunning...
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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HAHA, sorry, I misread about lighting a butt.
This sure is atmospheric and well written from a wee ones view point... And to do it in a nine to one is stunning...
Comment Written 11-Dec-2008
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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Very glad you saw the humour and the atmosphere. I was a "cheeky little bugga" - Ha!!! Thanks very much for your kind review! Cheers! Sue (trying to be so ter-r-r-r-ibly Bri-r-r-tish Ha!)
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Tip top, English. You'll be eating jolly ole fish n chips next...
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...wrapped in yesterday's newspaper! HA!! I lived in one of your Colonies for several years (you know, that place where you sent all convicts down under) LOL!!!
Comment from skye
Children do the darndest things.... but this is just awful.
Of course, that is my perspective....
Your poem says so much, very well.
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Children do the darndest things.... but this is just awful.
Of course, that is my perspective....
Your poem says so much, very well.
Comment Written 11-Dec-2008
Comment from giftid3
Well this says it all.
You have clearly shown here what this is about without anything left to the imagination.
I can comprehend where you are coming from. In our case, mum and dad used to leave their packets where we could get hold of them. It was a cool thing to do, to smoke. It meant you were grown up. What a load of rubbish! lol.
of course, in our minds eye, it wasn't. Another thing we would do as kids was the sneaky drink. In the case of my cousins and I, we couldn't for the life of us figure out how we got caught. We weren't drunk or anything, we only had a sip each. So how the adults knew was beyond us, that is until we saw our tongues. They were purple. We had snuck into our aunty's blackberry nip, and well that says it all.
Not sure of the picture used, cannot make out what it is about. But regardless of that, I enjoyed the read and the imagery and message portrayed. Well worded and expressed. Many blessings to you
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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Well this says it all.
You have clearly shown here what this is about without anything left to the imagination.
I can comprehend where you are coming from. In our case, mum and dad used to leave their packets where we could get hold of them. It was a cool thing to do, to smoke. It meant you were grown up. What a load of rubbish! lol.
of course, in our minds eye, it wasn't. Another thing we would do as kids was the sneaky drink. In the case of my cousins and I, we couldn't for the life of us figure out how we got caught. We weren't drunk or anything, we only had a sip each. So how the adults knew was beyond us, that is until we saw our tongues. They were purple. We had snuck into our aunty's blackberry nip, and well that says it all.
Not sure of the picture used, cannot make out what it is about. But regardless of that, I enjoyed the read and the imagery and message portrayed. Well worded and expressed. Many blessings to you
Comment Written 11-Dec-2008
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2008
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Hey giftid, thanks for reading! And sharing your own funny (naughty) stories! Ha! Even though mine's about smoking, I still have great memories when we'd have company and the kids all just loved it. Thanks again, with regards....Sue
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Yes and I wonder how many more 'naughty' little secrets we have hidden up our sleeves that have yet to be revealed. lol. That's what's so good about poetry, it all comes out in the end in ways that we can look back and laugh about and share with others of our many indiscretions without being judged, condemned or criticised, although we may be criticiqued. hahaha God bless
Comment from MercyWrites
Ah, the good old days. I like the details you use. I remember trying to smoke at fourteen. I thought it was cool, but I never like it.
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Ah, the good old days. I like the details you use. I remember trying to smoke at fourteen. I thought it was cool, but I never like it.
Comment Written 10-Dec-2008
Comment from wierdgrace
many started smooking because just what you wrote, my parents both smoked like you can believe. but now all do not smoke. everyone in my family quit eccept my son and my brother. this is a great nonet for the contest, good luck in it,
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many started smooking because just what you wrote, my parents both smoked like you can believe. but now all do not smoke. everyone in my family quit eccept my son and my brother. this is a great nonet for the contest, good luck in it,
Comment Written 10-Dec-2008
Comment from Mike K2
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but not always. I thought this was well written, but it need not be parents, I turned into my dad much later in life. lol We all go through that age when what we admire is something that just stands out and grabs our attention. The a fascination at discovering what made us think that way.
Very well illustrated, with the gum and butt; laid out and written.
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2008
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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but not always. I thought this was well written, but it need not be parents, I turned into my dad much later in life. lol We all go through that age when what we admire is something that just stands out and grabs our attention. The a fascination at discovering what made us think that way.
Very well illustrated, with the gum and butt; laid out and written.
Comment Written 10-Dec-2008
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2008
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Mike, you turned into your dad? I'm turning into my mom! LOL!! What's with that?? Something we swore we wouldn't do when we were young HA! Thanks so much for your very kind review. :-) Sue
Comment from Brian S. Pratt
Hate smoking.
Liked your poem and the way you displayed it in the shape of a top.
good job.
Brian S. Pratt
fantasy author
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2008
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Hate smoking.
Liked your poem and the way you displayed it in the shape of a top.
good job.
Brian S. Pratt
fantasy author
Comment Written 10-Dec-2008
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2008
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Brian, thanks so much for your very kind review and comments. Much appreciated, Sue
