|Reviewed by Richard King
|Phyllis, I just read your poem - CAREFUL O S H A - then stumbled onto this one, which I must have missed earlier. You're really on a roll girl, love it, thanks Dick|
|Reviewed by Regis Schilken
|Love your poem. Makes me feel right at home. Isn't it amazing how many little tasks seem so difficult. I remember geting irate because I could not get the lid of a pill bottle.
My daughter said, "Here, let me try."
So she did aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, the lid came right off!
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|So REAL, Phyllis. Read with a smile on:)
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|LOL Brilliant, Pea, glad to know I'm not alone. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|I CAN'T BEGIN TO TELL YOU WHAT A COMFORT IT IS TO KNOW THAT...I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!!(SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING THIS KIND OF 'TERRIFIC STUFF' THAT I'VE COME TO EXPECT FROM YOU. GOD BLESS. LOVE & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Pea, no beating about the bush with you. You recognized what is important and set out to reaffirm what really matters. It keeps me in a state of semi permanent fervor dealing with all of the stuff I consider worthless minutia. Sealed plastic bubble packs drive me near bonkers attempting to finesse open without totally destroying in my impatience. In my younger days I never felt, maxed out. Now day to day stuff, works me over. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|fun--and too real for me as well!|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|you're singin my song, Pea!! I became techno-not-just-phobe-but-senile yonks' ago and am already luxuriating in the excuse of elderly statesmanship. My all-too-brief fling with sensible and responsible adulthood has already become a non-existant memory. All your marbles and skills present to craft this Hymn To The Hopeless, though! :)) Bless you, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|clever, Phyllis ... a humorous statement on some present day frustrations ...|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
You've covered it,
that's it..oh god i am
one of the lost ones and proud of it.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|very good......enjoyed. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|Ditto Tony....teeny, tiny letters. Me no Text, it's faster to just call on the phone! Enjoyed the expression, got me smiling...Good Luck!|
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Phyllis, You are beautiful...another great write which we all have
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Absolutely playful and clever, Phyllis!!!
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|forget texting, and btw, those plastic wrappers on cd's are all part of a govt. conspiracy to dumb us down as far as our little minds will take us. Oh yeah...loved your poem/lament/angst/etc.
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|A lot of luck to You Dear Lady on the texting. Those keys are so small you need a magnifier to see them. Excellent piece of writing, Phyllis.
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|"I wonder so much, I start wondering why
I'm wondering..." :)
There's a world out there morphing into everything I regard as alien! I know the feeling...I have trouble seeing the little letters, and I wonder what messages I'm really sending! LOL!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|here am i..texting...nice write, and yes, life's a riddle, and who says husbands don't talk !???? Some jabber flabber...|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|You left out;
Why is it that you always have to fart when you get into a crowded elevator?
Texting fast? Well I ain't never even figured out how to text anything slow.
So good luck. Patrick
Ps. Husbands don't talk because it interferes with the operation of the TV remote control....see texting comment above.