"Standing at the edge of the cliff of time" . . . I like this expression very much. At times, I imagine that I can float in "time" no matter it is relative or absolute.

I also like the depiction "lime or sublime." Yes, in Neopoets, all are great and you are a good example.

I have survived my kicks. I shall survive even if I have to take some more. Why do they call you monkey poet? Who are they? Do you have imaginary enemies? Monkey is a holy creature. It was "monkey king" Hanuman who saved Rama's young brother Lakshmana. Ramayana is an epic poem that I love.

If I miss something please be kind to enlighten me.

There that's got that out of the way.
Are you so worried about sticks and stones and words..
Tut Tut young Bard, Pharaoh Tut at your age, still you are a young one.
Stop all this worrying about things and write some of those pieces we know you are capable of.
This is not poetry it is a Blog now come on you have enough time to waste on this let's see some inspired writes from you.
You know we love you so stop taking advantage and get writing,
Yours as always, Sparrow.

between two of our poets regarding the use of the 'monkeys with typewriters' analogy for writing
- not really calling you a monkey to the way I read the comments....
but even so, your chagrin needs less waffle to make a good write...

See, remove the me me and you have this.....

Standing at the edge
of the cliff of time
sooner than later
I too will not chime
there may be no more rhyme
lime
nor
sublime
as I lay
in hands of Divine

But with me
all is fine...

And imo the title 'me monkey' still fits :)

Love judy
xxx

sex works.......any noodle dick can write thie shit
I know U like your sensuality...
when I was twenty I lived there
Im fifty three
your twenty years older
focus...
there is more beyond the edge
U want action.....trust me
there are clubs that cater too
all ages...

but it costs hundreds of dollars
now..not free like the eighties
Niche is now the big ticket price

but when when had the limo
eighti year olds were working outside
the stadiums
and they had traffic

I was there
I worked the grounds

it just is

our drives dont fade
but our bodies...
our looks
go

finding the crowd
that doest care
its a business

poets......oscar wilde
and many other bisexual
gay poets
once young
had too find the
land

part and parcel

clubs here
fifty bucks too get
in if they like your look]
and dont even think of
coming in empty
pockets

fifties.....Betty
and others....
big nusiness
but everyone fades
age///
looks

poets and sexuality
no one talks of this
Plath....she loved her
man....
wolfe
all the greats

van gogh cut off his
ear for a prostitute

poet writers nd sex
bukowski and his
barely legel groupies
free for all..

still..enough inspiration
for great poems for and all
who cares..

it then became judge
the bedrooms not the
merit of work

sad..

Neo is not an underground
seventies times square
market

it has too be from a level
decent playing ground
there were many underground
papers..stories
with an equal amount of
charges being laid out

Plath.......all for what
her interest..
there was somany
others....

wolfe.....stones in pocket
in the creek
her lover went on too so many
more.....we are a product
writers....do not destruct
rise anove it

I could write a thesis

maybe I should...........

just stay alive...keep writing
thats what matters most

Oh woe is me love shit......
fuck that..
keep writing....

show the bastards..
ha ha ha