What I gather from this poem is that it is written, in light mood, about a worker, maybe a carpenter, who is not very good at his work and is told by the employer that he is not smart enough. This hurts him and, in a fit of rather subconscious feelings, he starts the work assigned to him and spoils it further.
The take home message seems to be that admonition never helps.
This is a beautiful poem, with excellent flow even without rhyme, that tells about a veteran going for a job interview. Before the interview, he sits on a bench in a nearby park, just to pray to God for success. There comes a blue bird and seats itself near him. He says to her--
“Wish me luck little guy, you're a good friend.”
Then he goes for the interview, gets the job, and as he comes out,
Walking to the elevator he noticed something
That blue bird was out on the ledge all along
The bird pecked on the glass so he reached out
He touched the little guys beak with his finger.
This is an enjoyable comedy about a blind date described as--
The idea of a date from an online service
made my palms sweaty and my heart nervous.
His email said, I'll pick you up at eight.
My response was, Sure that sounds great.
When he arrived knocking at the door
My anxiousness continued to soar.
At first sight this man looked mean
and his voice stumbled, Hi, I'm Dean.
We need more of humour in poetry. Thanks for providing the same.
This poem is nothing short of the work of a genius!
Let me explain--
Some think that God
Shapes every human in the palm of His hand,
Making them all
Normal
Good
Right.
I do not think so.
I have my own thoughts.
Humans are mass-produced in Heaven
Flesh poured into little molds
And then roughly shoved onto conveyor belts
By little nude children with the snow-white wings of a dove.
This is a sort of spiritual story built around a wonderful imaginary thought--
"I fell down yesterday. I fell through a rip in space and time. I descended into the dark unknown and landed in a meadow of wild rhyme. I watched the sun descend behind snow capped peaks. Then I curled into a fetal ball to sleep secure and warm throughout the night."
This is a poem meant to convey the idea, apparently, that life is a poem and we keep on living / writing it day after day in a monotonous manner. The description reads--"I suspect I am just writing the same old poem over and over again."
Some lines from the poem--
"I will write one poem repeatedly
until I stop writing one poem repeatedly.
I am writing one poem repeatedly.
It is the only poem there is, and to write it is the only thing to do."
I feel over-repetition itself should be avoided in a poem.
It is a good and readable story about an old car that needed repairs every now and then from the owner, a 14 years old boy (the author) who became quite adept at doing those chores himself. It is well written.
**
This particular car, my very first, would be a collectors dream today
>>>collector's
This is described as a fable and a fable it is, told by the tribal chief to his clan. It revolves around the competition between the Good Lord and the Bad Lord (God and Satan), the scapegoats being a young man and a fairy angel.
I was not able to discern a clear message from this. I wish I could locate and ask the tribal chief.
The author has a rich style, exemplified by--
"His heart was filled with joy, contentment and kindness. He would skip through the forest and marvel at the wondrous gifts that nature offered. The smell of freshly cut grass, the song of the bird on wing, the rustle of autumn leaves beneath his feet and the warmth of the evening sun caressing his back were just a few of the treasures that filled every day of his life. The Good Lord looked down upon him and was happy, for this was how he intended things to be."
This is a beautiful poem coming from the heart and, unusually but sincerely asks the departed souls to pray for the bereaved son. [Usually, it is the one left behind who prays for the departed souls.]
The opening is just great--
On the cemetery hill my loved ones lay.
When I go there I often kneel and pray.
I ask dad and mom to pray for their son.
I stand above them my talking is done.
***
One day I'll join them at heavens home.
>>> heaven's
It was a demanding task to write a love letter to self. For me, even attempting so would be an ordeal. You have faced the challenge well. Even the opening lines leave a clear impression--
I'm sorry for starving you
And introducing you to weed
I'm sorry for making you drink
And lowering your chances to succeed.
The description reads--My friend, my horse- a Sonnet.
Its rhyme scheme is like a Shakespearean sonnet. The syllable counts are not. One line has 4 syllables. Another has 11. A Shakespearean sonnet should have 10 syllables in each line.
Your topic and style are good. You need to work upon it.
This is a sort of fantasy tale where a bull, along with its owner, enters the time machine and travels back in time to have a few words with Ernest Hemingway in Paris. He had written a few bull stories.
All in all, the story is not as engaging as some others written by you.
This is an interesting small article about bees and wasps and about how to invite the former to one's garden. The answer is simple--plant flowers which attract bees. However, small and simple things often do not come to mind instantly but have to be learned through experience, as is the case here.
This is a poem describing a rainbow, as perceived by the author, up side down, described as follows:
My conceptual rainbow is a kaleidoscope of color too!
But opposite from the pattern of the one seen here on Earth
In my mind my rainbow is turned up-side-down
Just like my world-view changed since my born-again Christian birth
The author has tried to relate this view to his Christian faith in rather unusual words--
I'm His Masterpiece...and like the 'bow' in the sky...
Both of us belong to THE ALMIGHTY TRINITY!!!
The poem has a reasonable degree of flow and is written in abcb rhyme.
This poem is a saga of man meeting woman, she feeling that her life has become enriched, then the dates start being missed, with the ultimate stoppage.
In itself, the above is nothing remarkable. It is the author's style that makes the writing different from the routine.
I particularly liked the following--
Then you came. Showing yourself to me as a flame to a moth.
Your pride only enhance my excitement of you.
You made me stand tall. You gave me meaning. I felt alive.
*****
You need to be careful about grammar etc.:
--I could of never done it without you.
>>> I could have never done it without you.
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