Thursday, September 28, 2017

Mistakes As Defined by Joseph C. Richardson

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2 comments:

MOGIE said...

This is one of my favorite poems, I had ever written. The chalkboard look and feel appeal is just ordinary tinfoil wrap, like aluminum foil you buy in the grocery store. Mind you. I don't event any fonts at all on my poems. I find the best font, for the best expression of the poems I write at hand. This poem, just came to me from a collection of mistakes, throughout my entire life; or anyone's entire life, for that matter. Whenever we can learn from our mistakes, that's when they truly do become our greatest teacher in life. And we remain their greatest, lifelong student. Keep on making more mistakes, as much as you can. lol If you learn from them, that's what truly matters most. Why do they put an eraser on the other end of a pencil? So you can correct all your mistakes with it...

Believe it or not, I can't even hold a pencil right; the darn thing always points away from my shoulder, I can't curve my fingers right with one. My hand writing is awful because of the way I hold a pencil. I was taught the right way, but I never could hold it the right way, without my wrist getting sore. Now, thanks to the computer keyboard, I can type much faster than I can write with a pencil.

I'm soon going to come up with my next poem idea called "PLASTIC PEOPLE". I'm not yet sure how it's going to quite go, but I'm sure it will be a hit too, when I'm done. xox

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Thanks for your contribution to my blog Joey.

Kindest regards,
Mike