What is your analogy for the day?

The only poem I tried in English language is right above or below depending on where your eyes are currently at. It was written at a time in which my English was even more limited than it is right now...it is worth what is worth.

I like the honesty of that but it is so sad....Thankyou for sharing it.Poetry is a wonderful thing...

...made just now:

The Troll!

Trot, threat, thrill...grill!
Frack frock fluk...poop!
Tram, Trump, trumpet...puppet!
Trash ash and slash...(to be different) splash!

Filipe de Albuquerque

Oh, hey Fil. I lost the thread somewhere in the mental chaos. No worries in any case.

Oh ****, poetry. I got practically zip.
Here's the closest thing I got to that. Prose poetry I guess. Inspired by my third ex wife.

I Hate You

I love you as we float effortlessly above this road, your hair gleaming in the lights of oncoming cars, your eyes shining with anticipation of the evening ahead, your body hidden by your gown from mere light but not from my eyes. I am glad for the comfort this modern carriage gives you and me, its unseen parts protecting you from the heat and damp just outside its windows, its body protecting you from harm, its engine working smoothly to take you wherever you would go.

But then I hate you. I hate you for believing it is your due, for disparaging the sweating men who labored with the asphalt beneath us, and the ones who rose daily to make this comfortable cocoon around you, the ones who cut the wood and built the house you left minutes ago, the African who dug the metal and jewels you so casually adorn yourself with. I hate you for the men who labored to extract the oil and coal and uranium that makes your life possible, the very ones you blame for despoiling the planet. For the plumbers who fitted the pipes that bring you the clean water you drink or flush away without a thought. I hate you for every scientist, waitress, engineer, mechanic, farmer and laborer who worked tirelessly to make your life the carefree existence you so lightly enjoy. I hate you too for the men who labor over your body, wanting only to add to your pleasure while you wonder why it gives you none. And I hate you for the labor of love we pour on your souls, and have it taken for grief.

When the bearers of life stop being a little bit care free and stop dreaming we will stop having children...I am sure you loved her very much and that there is more to your righteousness then a fair intellectual point going on. That said the prose is elegant and gives account on a problem that should concern both man and women alike.
Thank you for sharing Leadfoot!

Thanks Leadfoot.

Not as fat as Hillary.

Thanks Fil, benefit of the doubt was definitely needed.

This line alone from yours made it worth the read.

The question is though...Are you a spectator or are you a player?

The analogy of the Olympic Games has three parties, not two.

There’s also those doing the buying and selling.

I’m intrigued by that one....???

It's one of the Greek philosophers, who said people are like the three types of people you find at the Olympic games, they're either performing. watching or buying and selling.

Interesting......that is deep....I like that one.Who ever he/she? was they used different terminology to me...I use spectator/player...

I can’t remember who exactly, it’s quite well known, I thought you were referring to it.

Not only did they use different terminology they used a different language.

Everybody is performing buying and selling at the same time.
Performers buy the crowd and sell the performance, they watch the public.
Spectators are definitely buying the performance if not leaving, and selling judgement when they chose to cheer or to boo.
Sellers are surely performers if they really want to sell and they buy peoples attention.