Everyone is expected to work rightly at right time, all play and no work cannot bring in or bring out good and peaceful result in living and cannot help keeping the environment right or righteous, a good message is promoted; the wood nymph sleeps and takes rest all day as such at night the wood nymph glides and laughter fades in the morning; briefly and nicely depicted.
When something goes evidently wrong and unbearable, it is good to shake it off from the root of the cause, and it may be done silently and it would be an obvious fair action to make the environment right after the devilish root of dismantling and dangerous state is banished for making the environment right, but it is not feasible in reality, justice is not always done this way, it is a long process, it is possible only in thought and imagination, as practice is never so perfect as one thinks for solving a problem; the reality approach is appreciable.
This ode to a quiet moment promotes two aspects of thoughts – fantasy and reality; importance of silence is well said, while the state of living would be doubtful as fantastically explored and the outcome is stated to be beyond reality; reality of living in such state, because one cannot control over time, one second brings another and another and another, and one’s state would obviously change, as a second is worth more than the thousand voices can say, it is not feasible in reality; well done.
Truly, when there is no light in life, eyes see only clouds above head, and one cannot find future as if there is only darkness all around, everything around appears wrapped in darkness, joy or happiness go away, there is no energy to fight back and one surrenders to darkness, and life is not seen or felt properly; the state of mind and living is well worded.
A day of rest, once a week, is natural, and important, as God also enjoys a day of rest in course of His creation, for it is for regaining strength, power and like recharging batteries for further living; this is well expressed in a few words.
Over a cup of coffee, in the morning, you sat comforting, and started watching your earth, your world around, enjoying how the changes take place in and around, how life goes on in your environment, you keep observing the birds, and other animals on their business living and struggling, and notice how they exchange and communicate in them, you enjoy living with the passage of time; the daybreak’s magnificence is keenly observed and expressed in this poem.
Gratitude is responsibly and humanely expressed, the pathos and irreparable feeling of loss is humanely worded, historic incident of twin tower collapse is in shaded memory, witnessing sacrifices is well worded.
This rightly structured free verse describes how freely a man moves from place to place and enjoys butterflies and makes his life magical, colourful and lovely as he also makes wishes like butterflies and tries to make his each moment of living lived in luxury, magnificent and fanciful.
Like each October, this year, again the same day comes here, the poet finds all the elements of observing Halloween day, each moment of the day comes alive, the same trick and treat, the witches and goblins are in sight, the children and all others are participating with same interest and fun, eating and sharing their food and fantasy; the day in celebration is naturally expressed.
The Jester lived a plain but graceful living, and he believed his son would live a blessed and righteous living like him, and after his death, his only son Cameron lived a peaceful and gracious living like his father, he was loved by all like his father, he ever heard his father’s call and lived a lovely living like his father; the story of a good father and good son is well said, hope and expectation fulfilled as faith in God is promoted.
This micro poem in 4 lines speaks a true message, howsoever philosophically, promoting the view of living, stating that no loss is incredible, it is natural, and nothing unnatural, for a life has sorrows inevitably, so in sorrowful state, the poet will find memories of his love and smile for survival; well said.
Though it is not rational, a decision for settling into a groove, even if one is not happy with the performance of his chosen team, as it appears not an appreciable act in course of living, though poet thinks it is safe and secure, or it is fine wisdom which may behoove for he thinks he would find his rank and time shall not remove, a decision is shaded; well said.
Battling life goes on, you feel you are on the state of devastation, standing in between life and death, all far and near have left you and you have started feeling losing your battle; this free verse has clear depiction of your state of mind and extreme feeling about your present state of living.
Edited part of the poem, please check the poem in 24 lines:
This is a battle that I fight every day
with my life coming to an end
since I am in such disarray.
Making it hard for me to trust
and my world starts to cease
as my soul starts to turn into dust.
In disparity, when one tries to live, it is natural, maybe in terms of psychological effect, one’s mind gets a stand of hallucination, and he finds his life in and around forest, living appears wild, as life appears living in wilderness, in mental pressure, he finds everything around him forestry; well said.
Her endeavours making an image fit to become the person Ren sees is depicted naturally within the limited and prompted word limits, making an image is more than telling and appreciably showing the efforts upholding an image in good use of words and making this free verse a pleasant read.
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This depicts an honest, hearty and humble prayer through confessions, privately and in a monologue order, making an appeal to God for continuing to give His long-lasting love, as God seems to be much stronger but for God’s favour there is no chance of winning, well said and very keenly worded.
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God’s greatest gifts promotions, mortally practiced, promoted as mortal recognition of work endeavours, officially and mostly corporally, institutionally, formally, and diversely, and given to the employees, workers, officers, executives and associates as offered for energizing the officials, prompted and depicted in this work, well said and well done.
Falling in love is an extreme human act that man can feel and see with the change in activities and behaviour in the lovers and there is evident change in courses of living and environment as it affects in the worlds of living of the lovers as well the worlds of the people concerning the lovers as such effects of such action is expressed well.
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This poem tells the history of Constantinople, their faith and belief, and culture, their sin and wickedness of the empire, Heathenism, practice of religion against sacred religion and their malpractice devastated their civilization for the people ever doubted of the existence of God, they never practice human values and banished humanity and civilization; truth is expressed in a generalized version, religious viewpoint is well said, and well done.
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Constantinople
was again cold
naked and afraid
woefully alone
exposed to humankind
total abandonment.
Thus, God’s desertion
Divinity was concealed.
A need was to be created
a value was to be emulated.
Man was driven to the brink.
They asked
is there a God above
is there one within ourselves?
Such questions have since remained
many come to know the answer
while some of course
simply do not.
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Fantastic imagination, common thought, easy to relate, this poem gives words as a message, we think after any sort of untowardness, irregularity or imperfection in health or age, we wish to change it to make it or start it afresh but it is unnatural and impossible, we may improve and change in the state of our health but we cannot replace the existing body, something like health can be improved and we may get to achieve fitness or grow our body physically fit and we cannot replace the body, the poet tries every way to change or trace the real existence of his body to replace but he could not and he felt guilty of doing as he thought for doing; well said and well done.
Edited part of the poem:
It is messy and formless, and no one would want it
and I do not either, and that is the short of it.
So, I opened the door and it barely squeezed out
as it shuffled, and wobbled, and floundered about.
It played outside for as long as it could.
Then stood at the door as I expected it would.
When I did not open it up, just I sat and waited
not the scenario I had contemplated.
So, I am feeling guilty, and I just cannot do it.
I will just let it in, and try to get back to it.
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Perceptibly, life is a carnival, as the poet states, and shows us, every moment of living is uncertain, so is the future, and man cannot foretell, for it is not the job of man, only God can foretell, as life completes with thrills, triumphs and disaster, and as such a life has to face or embrace, beyond the trust in one’s heart, everything is in the hands of the Ringmaster, life has no choice, so the poet shares his experiences of life for reason or faith does not work; well said.
Edited part of the poem:
Reasons will not work. Reasons come down to faith
so, whispers my inner voice.
What shall I embrace? What shall I face?
Can I trust in my heart, that is the choice?
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The sonnet is clear, proposes the state and status of her in sleep in octave as expressed, and in sestet the changes take place, she takes the lotus nectar of Elysium in worry and heartache free land, but she left with a question ‘why’, so the resolution depicts of a small death, all in her dream, so poet says; well done.
Edited part of the sonnet:
He croons to her to stay, whispers to deeply drink
the lotus nectar of Elysium.
She reaches for the cup; no need to think
yet, she hesitates. The moment is overcome.
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Well said, a moment of time, you have shared your feeling and experience, as if your lover needed the light, you standing in her shadow, gifted her or given her the light, as you got it from the sun, and you find the light in her, out of love, everything in imaginary vision, you found yourself successful, before she could ever know; so well done.
Edited some parts of the poem:
From the very beginning
I swear that I felt
I know exactly what happened
the moment my fire went out
I say it is not your fault
but, it can be no one else.
And I tried to be happy
oh, I traveled the world
I swore if this ever happened
that I would do
but, I cannot break your heart
no, this is the one.
It is the one where I give in
and let all my hope out
I take in the nothing
and I wrap it in doubt.
I smile and I give up
on the try and my might
I let it wash through me
and put out the lights.
I know that you are happy
and we have traveled the world
but I did not find sunlight
to warm my dead soul.
If I had to guess
I would say that I am done
but I cannot leave you
so, this is the one.
The one where I lay down
my weapons and shield
so tired of fighting
I finally yield.
The mantle of failure
the weight of the world
fall on my shoulders
and my story is all told.
And now the part that I play
has faded to black
no longer on stage
I slide to the back.
Let the younger ones try
who still know hope.
They hold it like stars
harness it with rope.
And I wanted you happy
so, I brought the world to you
I understand now what happened
as I watched your heart wake
I had given my light
leaving nothing to take.
The sun I had sought
was nowhere to be found
I won't take your light
I can't take your smile
so I stand in your shadow
and I rest for a while.
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Indeed, you have expressed an unpredictable thought in this poem, but in a simple and natural way realistically, you tell that 24 hours makes a day, and every day we do the same thing, live the same way and manner, but you expect a change, tomorrow you wish and hope for living something differently, no repetition, not to live so commonly, and wish others too; this is well said and well done.
Edited portion of the poem:
24 hours in a day, and yet we do the same things, the exact same way
I challenge you to wake up, not to stress, not to repeat
I dare you deviate from your monotonous day.
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This free verse tells us the need of recycling of words today, and reminds us in simple words in this age of dwindling resources; we can waste nothing, and shows us how to practice if we waste not we want not; well said, well done.
Edited portion of the poem:
"Waste not, want not."
It is the cry
of the environmentally aware author.
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