Version 2: Flying High

[ClaireLou]

Hiya

Thank you for your comments.  I've tried to answer the questions raised, hope it makes sense

 
What the hell!
Write something meaningful?
All words mean something, dont they?

Or are they simply plucked from our mind,
A gibberish jumble of phrases
Looking to be introduced 
To the Oxford ideal.

If others perceive my words
To be riding on the back of a turtle
Whilst the rain flows towards the Sun
And snow covers the ground,
Do I really care?            that seems a rhetorical question...I mean, if you, posting it, were the poem´s subject..  (Its a question I'm asking myself, do I care that people see my poetry differently from myself?)

I like cheesy rhymes with no distinct voice,
That offer choice, a rhythmic election           how does rhythm come with rhyme (per se) (To some, rhyme or rhythm brings forth the same connected feeling as it can do within music.  I think it was quoted as saying once that rhyme can be the musicality behind the words.  It was through rhyme that I initially got into poetry)
As to which direction
The readers imagination chooses to take flight.  and how do rhymes help imagination? (Its not so much that rhymes help the imagination, more as to how the readers imagination chooses to use the addition of rhymes within the piece & how they aid in how you & others perceive it)

I like people not afraid to disagree,
Those that see that standing together,         probably just me but here I have a grammar problem, searching for what it is “those” do  or what it is “standing together” does.. or so.
Forever following the roundabout of hate
Whilst their hearts continue to be broken.

Why must we all be that person 
Who thinks, writes, believes in the obvious.
Chocolate may mostly be sweet but
It can also be bitter.                 hmm, believing in the obvious blindly (as is implied), we don´t all do that. and the fact that choc is bitter when not mixed with tons of sugar and fat, isn´t that kind of obvious as well (I don't mind it being obvious, I was trying to think of something in the mainstream that can be sweet & bitter & chocolate fitted the bill, giving the opportunity for the sweeter eating chocolate & the bitter baking chocolate to be included)
We can all fly like pancakes
On our way to someones plate.       i probably don´t get that metaphor. if i try i d say pancakes do not always land where they´re supposed to. (No they don't, which is what I was trying to get at, we can all fly but we don't always all have to end up in the same place, just like how we see things may be different but it doesn't mean anyone is wrong, it's our individuality that makes us)