This is a moving account of devotion to one's country / flag. National and patriotic feelings are just there, they can't be taught. I spent a few years in the army as an officer. Indian army regulations require that when an officer leaves service, his ID card has to be destroyed by burning. It was burnt in front of me with a few witnesses. Your account reminded me of that instance in 1968.
This is a nice poem about the daily chores that are the life of a home maker. She has several things to attend to, many at the same time--an enviable knack in women called "multi-tasking".[And, as regards myself, I often fail to complete a task even with full and undivided attention!
This is a unique story with a unique theme. But, well, it is a story, after all. The initial impression one gets about the disappearance of some persons is that they were just lifted off or killed. However, after a long discourse about the psychological pressure to conform to the same mould comes the revelation that they were all alive (and untraced by the police!)
Nice poem! This subject is rarely a source of poetry.
Its genre is stated as satire. I wonder why. How can the death of a poor deer against your vehicle be described as satire? You ought to be rather sorry for it.
They have unending energy. Normal men would be tired from being on a horse off and on for 12 hours, and just settle for supper and sleep. Not a cowboy.
This is a new idea, a nice one and a thoughtful one--to remember those members of the wdc who have passed away. Who wants to be forgotten? You are thus fulfilling the hidden desires of the members. I, for one, would certainly not like to be forgotten!
Just before waking, I think of you
Slowly slipping away from me.
Just before sleeping, I think of you
Slowly slipping away from me.
I fear sleep.
I fear waking.
I think of you.
Slipping away.
***
This is what is really good poetry. Short, pithy, poignant, full of meaning, not an extra word wasted!
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It's strange that you still love someone eventhough she has flaws.
It's extraordinary that you love someone opposite to you.
It's peculiar that you love someone who, is judged by others' standards.
>>> All these statements fit into a pattern. But that pattern is not of poetry.
DEFINITION OF POETRY:
(Poetry is) texts in rhythmic form, often employing rhyme and usually shorter and more concentrated in language and ideas than either prose or drama www.longman.co.uk/tt_seceng/resources/glosauth.htm
This is a piece which needs to be commented upon rather seriously:
A-- It is described as--A poem for my best friend. The problem is that it is just not a poem!
B--You say---
"I will never forget when the doctor said you were in heart failure and there was nothing that they could for
you. You have reached an age where you would never survive the surgery and I had to make the humane decision. I had to let you go and have them put you to sleep."
>>>I am a doctor who changed to law.
FIRSTLY--I have never heard of heart failure as a reason for euthanasia.
SECONDLY, Besides, except being a friend, you had apparently no authority "to make the humane decision. I had to let you go and have them put you to sleep."
THIRDLY, unless you specify in which country this was carried out, the act itself looks illegal because it is only in very few countries that euthanasia is legally permitted.
This is a wonderful piece. Almost the whole piece seems to be routine, unremarkable and mundane. AND, then comes the masterpiece in the form of the sentence--"I look forward to his visits; the graveyard is a lonely place."
This is a very nice piece about a selfless lady who gladly served others without asking. The description--A woman with a servant heart--appeared a bit unusual at first sight but after reading the story, I feel it is quite justified.
You have a smooth and engaging style of writing. Keep it up.
This is unbelievable! I think it almost impossible to think of such a theme and then to write such a wonderful story out of it. You have great talent. Keep writing!
This is a very well written piece about experiences at a small naval base as a young woman, not even 20, married to a young sailor. The school of life is the best school and you have made full use of it. It was a nice thing to top it with the label of a RN.
I am thrilled to read this poem written by an Air Force veteran and a poet with many poetry books. [I too served the Army as a Captain AMC (Army Medical Corps) for three years and write poetry.
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This is a sad mixture of family woes where the husband has Alzheimer's and parkinsonism and the wife has loss of memory and ability to reason. What is refreshing is that the family somehow managed to have a semblance of being knit together. Life is not easy but it is for us to make it tolerable or more difficult. It all depends up on our thought process.
This is a wonderful and true and realistic account of how one feels after losing a life partner. It is very well presented. You have a very sensitive and touching way of presentation. While I feel your loss, I cannot but admire your writing style.
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