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Review of Choosing Happy  Open in new Window.
Review by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon
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Rated: E | (5.0)
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This is an insightful, philosophical musing. Much of what I write is cloaked in hidden meaning where you openly attest, like I once did. I have lost the touch for crafting rhyme like yours. I run away from it now. Keep it flowing, don't lose that rhythm because it will gift you many more precious thoughts and feelings in need of expression like this. You will grow as a writer.

Happiness is a great goal, but fleeting. I think of times I'm happiest and try to recreate moments with whatever vice, like coffee and a little quiet while looking out the window. Or, when I have trouble falling asleep, I make up a little story or remember things I'm fond of.

I enjoyed this. I see you are new at this website. Lots to take advantage of and give you inspiration as you look around. Flattered that you discovered and took time out for me and my words. I hope we will continue to cross paths and rub elbows as we write and share here.

Best wishes for you and yours and future yours,

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Rated: E | (5.0)
I'm reminded how important the gift of ourselves is to our children. Sometimes, handing down a special tradition, like this song, something unique and crafted just for us.

Your poem is sweet, whistful, nostalgic. The introduction gives perspective before embarking on the poem. I could visualize my own setting without description. As a reader, we can craft our own depiction of what this poem means to the reader.

I think a poem about passing on this tradition or about taking care of the grandmother after she cared for you could also be explored, if you find yourself wanting to craft more words...future odes. And wouldn't it be sweet if one day, out of the blue, she had started singing you the song while you were caring for her? That would really make us want to be a little kid again. (I got scolded once by my normally non-communicative mother in a nursing home once, making me smile) And isn't that what we all wish? To be little again. They sheltered us from the worries of the world, gave us a place where we were safe to dream?

Nicely done,

Brian


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Rated: E | (5.0)
This poem reminds me of how we want someone to stay fresh in our memory. There are so many ways to rekindle sweet thoughts, best captured by the feel of that warm sand between toes. That's what cinched it for me.

The poem takes us on a journey of sensory reflection. Very effective in describing the feelings when connected with nature and memories of another on the beach. This takes it beyond smelling a shirt hanging in a closet or viewing something we cross in the house daily. This is a beautiful place where winds can whisper words, carry unheard voices to capture our nostalgic tryst with someone we can no longer see, feel, touch in the present.

This is spiritual in nature. Anyone who wants to revisit another could imagine a shared experience, even without the other there. It brings a smile, it brings comfort, and it celebrates a beautiful person who is still inside of us, who still inspires with memory.

Artfully crafted and sweetly unfolded, I connected with your poem on great levels of appreciation. I hope I have such a positive influence on another when I can no longer be with them.

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Rated: E | (4.5)
A lot of thoughts come to ,mnd when I read this poem, but cohesively the rhoughts lack unity. I'm most intrigued by the second stanza, in particular the lines about the actor needing to dial in pain. There is so much I wonder about that goes in to making film, making it believable. There are actors in our daily lives who would deceive us for personal gain. But, what is their game? Without knowing their angle, we must trust their words until true intent is revealed. I think you tapped into something here...but what?

And what aftermath are we to conclude? Me thinks you are ahead of all of us. The poet has the true vision, knows the true course. And, what are we to make of these liars in our world today. So corrupt.

Keep writing,

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Review of Honoring the Dead  Open in new Window.
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Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
You have a lot on your plate as an excellent poet and multiple contest organizer and judge and who knows what else. (Getting stuck with this sand bag as a writing partner *Laugh*) Either crazy or greatly gifted at multi-tasking, you are an influence on fellow writers providing a forum and an outlet to showcase writing skills.

However aimless and aloof some of us may seem, our thriving muses pen so others realize we too breath life with our heart lungs, husk essence on mead and lighted screens, so others know our true beauty. There I go, getting all poet-y again.

Hopefully, you've learned now something about me, as I am learning from you. Community is good. Isolation, well, drives a mad heart to pen an opus of revelations. I hold you, as many others, dear in my heart for accepting me.

Best wishes,

Brian


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Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
This was a sad haiku. The first two lines bespeak of a fire, the last, a resulting tragedy. has a shock effect for a reader.

I have been reconsidering the haiku form recently when I came upon your offering. This followed the 5-7-5 three line syllable formation. your visuals from flickering flames and flying ash are very good. The brief final verse quietly delivers in short the sad news about the family that perishes.

Pretty well done piece.

Brian


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Rated: E | (3.5)
Where to begin with a poem such as this written for the Josh Groban prompt in 48 hours as a spiritual piece.

The most important thing is its enthusiasm. It's a poem fully influenced by the message of the Groban song. Despite some glaring issues like rhyming the same words? Dawn with dawn and God with God. J morn? Destiny? Going for a unique vernacular maybe? Wasn't sure how to interpret as a reader.

But, with just a short time to come up with something, it can be difficult. But, it's a poem full of anticipation of the return...J = Jesus. It has its moments.

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Review of Love’s Vow  Open in new Window.
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Rated: E | (4.5)
This poem sounds like the start of something new and sparkling, full of hope and return on everlasting promises...as "dreams and visions await."

Definitely reminded of a vow spoken on one's wedding day. It's full of anticipation with "happy endeavors" with "lofty heights." The word choices are superfluous and give a hazy sense of this blissful happy moment of adulation captured in prose.

It seems effortless as candy that is savored by a sweet tooth. And the whole plan is tied to God's promises. There is so much security in knowing the union is a sacred blessing.

Well done,

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Review of Stranger yet  Open in new Window.
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Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
A brief description of this poem couldn't possibly exist, and ten years later still does not for a cryptic piece that speaks of covert actions in the face of conformity.

There is definitely a desire to tell something in code with this poem. Makes me think this of someone living in a dystopian world and has been colluding with others to break rules and apparently get a kick out of getting away with it.

There is a tone in this rebel poem that suggests repression. Teenager? Not with complex, evasive language like this that teases a mind to wonder. I could only say I relate to this on a fictional level.

Orwellian? Maybe, not. Interesting read.

Brian


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Rated: 18+ | (5.0)
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I have found so few poems remaining from this dear poet who was just beginning to realize potential during an exploration of words and divine feelings of enlightenment. It's unfortunate when someone with this ability to harness their muse never got the chance to fully realize their calling.

There are four poems in this place that stand alone as the favorite signature pieces of the writer that was emerging on a horizon of hope. With your beauties, you took pride in their innocent beauty. You showed your vulnerability as a lover and writer. You asked why you should feel shame as you spun stories, fantasy.

I could see a brief glimmer, an inkling that you would grasp it. That you would rise ethereal and breath through your crafted words, now just images of characters trapped on Manila pages of light. It was a pleasure to discover and comment, though too brief was our time together.

May you have found your peace, having moved on from our world,

Brian

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Review of Willpower  Open in new Window.
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Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
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It is a many splendored thing would seem an odd way to describe love. We get a gist of what the poet is teasing here, however. We as readers are left to fill in the thoughts, the fantasies we might imagine.

The poem as it stands I s inarguable. We've all been told by thought police how to behave, to conform, to curb our urges, desires. This poem speaks to those who have will, have desire, want to explore ideas, feelings. Do we struggle because of the restraints? Would we explore further, if we hadn't been told no, slapped on our snouts by our masters rolled up paper?

Perhaps, others do not understand poets, emotional people. But, why restrain them from thought? Why coerce us all to behave as lemmings without eyes? It's an unfortunate truth that the world stubbornly tells us to stay in our lane with their rules, the political correctness, guilt and shame. Greatness knows no bounds.

I wish I could have told you, "Explore, dear poet! Feel free to express yourself." I'll be here on the sideline with conformity until I'm healed...unable to get in that game where I play.

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Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
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In your poem, "In The Long Ago," there is pondering how love came to be. I can see this poem is inspired by its wistful title line. When a poet's eyes have been opened to potential of exploring these inspired words, it's like a research writer trying to support a topic sentence.

I think the exploration was a good process, but felt you overlooked clues that could have surfaced and the summation was lacking because it was difficult to follow that title line. But, there were definitely some poetic devices at work in this free verse, flow of consciousness piece.

The use of platinum handcuffs to describe the strength of this relationship seemed unique. And I believe all of the searching should lead to the conclusion that maybe their fated meeting was just random, but romantically, we all feel destined when it lasts.

It's good work with a typo that did not distract this reader.

Brian

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Review of Fantasy  Open in new Window.
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Rated: 18+ | (5.0)
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Dear lost friend, you and I romanticized in a similar fashion. It's sad to have discovered you late. This is the type of poem that dreams alone, but begs the reader rest here with me and my visions. I could willingly escape to that place.

We dabble in the spiritual belief in fantasy. Such words emotionally driven to pump out deep feelings of reflections -- sends poet to paper to scrawl words like emotional blood, permanent, forever displayed here as our dear departed writer.

That first verse of free verse can put a reader in a trance. We are willed to realize anything we want in that tender spot in our mind, only openly shared by you. There is no room for rejection. We are welcomed, unafraid put ourselves out there for consumption, for affirmation.

This sings sweetly to me, summizes that we are still alone, despite the open invitation, to remain with what our minds fancy. We can create alone, hoping that another might stumble upon us. And one did! You cannot visualize any longer our love or deep satisfaction in how your striking words are amplified in this poem, I feel the longing, one waiting for the indifferent world to look her way.

I struggle to fully appreciate the words of the departed, white case or not, knowing they are no longer with us to continue their message. We have an appetite to know how it worked out. Would there be a happy ending we can savor, let echo in our souls, since we have not the strength to realize our own satisfactory stories end.

Until we may meet for the first time, *Smile*

Brian

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This is a sad but interesting poem that ends on a happier note. Each couplet intoned the title and really dug into this theme where as human, the writer, finds a connection on earth is not that easy. The poet in the end discovers one true attendant in his life with faith.

The lines from a prompt were given deeper meaning than just cliche words on the face of it. We're all off our leash in life. We find little support or love for what we do, what happens to us. We feel alone without, at least, a spiritual connection. This poem finds comfort in knowing we will be received in the afterlife, if we trust and obey the one who made life possible.

Simple, rhyming couplets that do what they intend: tell a story of loneliness and faith. Moving to see one's steadfast connection in faith.

Brian

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This is a sad but interesting poem that ends on a happier note. Each couplet intoned the title and really dug into this theme where as human, the writer, finds a connection on earth is not that easy. The poet in the end discovers one true attendant in his life with faith.

The lines from a prompt were given deeper meaning than just cliche words on the face of it. We're all off our leash in life. We find little support or love for what we do, what happens to us. We feel alone without, at least, a spiritual connection. This poem finds comfort in knowing we will be received in the afterlife, if we trust and obey the one who made life possible.

Simple, rhyming couplets that do what they intend: tell a story of loneliness and faith. Moving to see one's steadfast connection in faith.

Brian


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Review of According to You  Open in new Window.
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"According To You" is a beautifully titled poem of such empty pining for another who has not seen the poet as a viable love interest. This is the type of poem that fits perfect in a poet's wheelhouse. We are all emotionally driven to pump out such deep feelings of reflections -- sends us to paper to scrawl our words like emotional blood, permanent ink forever displayed here for a dear departed writer.

You cannot visualize any longer our love or deep satisfaction in how your striking words are amplified by your departure from our community. In this poem, I feel those eyes of the longing one waiting for the indifferent other to look her way. But, when his eyes do make their way around, they don't visualize the efforts to attract.

Some would say, this is a tender trap. We put ourselves out there for consumption, for affirmation. We try even harder to get the indifferent to react, as if this would really be an achievement. Leaves us to ask, what would you do once love is returned? Time for reflection if it was worth the trouble. Better to have loved and lost...or better to not have loved? Maybe, the latter.

He was an idiot for not noticing, after all. Other fish in the sea. Try a spot where you can throw 'em back, I say. *Smile*

Brian

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Review of Fantasy  Open in new Window.
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Dear lost friend, you and I romanticized in a similar fashion. It's sad to have discovered you late. This is the type of poem that dreams alone, but begs the reader rest here with me and my visions. I could willingly escape to that place.

We dabble in the spiritual belief in fantasy. Such words emotionally driven to pump out deep feelings of reflections -- sends poet to paper to scrawl words like emotional blood, permanent, forever displayed here as our dear departed writer.

That first verse of free verse can put a reader in a trance. We are willed to realize anything we want in that tender spot in our mind, only openly shared by you. There is no room for rejection. We are welcomed, unafraid put ourselves out there for consumption, for affirmation.

This sings sweetly to me, summizes that we are still alone, despite the open invitation, to remain with what our minds fancy. We can create alone, hoping that another might stumble upon us. And one did! You cannot visualize any longer our love or deep satisfaction in how your striking words are amplified in this poem, I feel the longing, one waiting for the indifferent world to look her way.

I struggle to fully appreciate the words of the departed, white case or not, knowing they are no longer with us to continue their message. We have an appetite to know how it worked out. Would there be a happy ending we can savor, let echo in our souls, since we have not the strength to realize our own satisfactory stories end.

Until we may meet for the first time, *Smile*

Brian


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Definitely read this as song lyrics, easily country, and assume intended. The repeated lines, "Pack me up, dust me off and slap me on my back" have such a nice lyrical, rhythmic quality to carry poem and theme forward.

It gets cryptic when it addresses the person "you made your bed, you're sleeping by his side." It took this poem in another direction. But, I think it still comes back to this independent soul who wants you to know he is self-made and motivated and just needs his horse to be happy.

Ends with "I don't need love, I don't need empty cheer." It seems selfish and narcissistic, but that's the point...don't need anyone to make us happy. When someone chooses to bed down with us, they shouldn't expect us to change to suit their needs. This is not a story about compromise to make a relationship work, but about living life the way we see it. No conditions put on it.

Clever, well crafted poem that sparked my imagination and ear for its quality.

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This is a sad but interesting poem that ends on a happier note. Each couplet intoned the title and really dug into this theme where as human, the writer, find a connection on earth is not easy. The poet in the end discovers one true attendant in his life with faith.

The lines from a prompt were given deeper meaning than just cliche words on the face of it. We're all off our leash in life. We find little support or love for what we do, what happens to us. We feel alone without, at least, a spiritual connection. This poem finds comfort in knowing we will be received in the afterlife, if we trust and obey the one who made life possible.

Simple, rhyming couplets that do what they intend: tell a story of loneliness and faith.

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I'm reading a little bit of everything in this New Year's resolution that's about not having a New Year's resolution and how to enjoy it is to watch the Sound of Music, though I don't know why. ]=*RollEyes*

Now whether the author believed in reincarnation back in 2012 remains to be seen...looks around room...but cites General Patton (believer) and an eastern belief that we are returned to earth until we get our mission right. I don't know about others, but we should be awfully motivated by now not to have a do-over, considering the world today.

We are all prone to fail at resolutions. The point is to make the most of our goals...though...a new year doesn't necessarily need to be the time to seek recourse.

Someone had fun writing this, and very knowledgeably,

Brian

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Review of THE MIGHTY OAK  Open in new Window.
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A poem by a military veteran (decorated no less) that reminds us of the importance of those who protect our country, keep us safe.

The poet, military man, identifies with an oak...considered one of the strongest, sturdiest, time-tested examples of trees. This poem is more direct, hides behind no allusion or vague poetic devices, and states its intention...the soldier is one with a tree admired...not only for its presence, but how it has withstood elements...just like the soldier weathered wars...each with their telling scars.

Impressed with the expression of the tree's firm roots much like the soldier's unwavering beliefs in purpose and service to country....but sadly realizing the old tree is dying like our aging comrade.and now, facing god, believes this stoic tree curries no favor from god to extend life...having served as a purpose with its shade and more...ready to die with honor like the military man.

The tree stands as an example of steadfastness. It's about purpose. It's about knowing because we have done what is asked of us, we can pass on to another life in Heaven peaceably.

Very well presented poem,

Brian


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This poem was well crafted and quite possibly real, which is shocking. Here, someone a part of our writing community had a lucid moment of reality...was able to get distance from self and evaluate their situation. Though, we cannot truly know the affliction or cause for passing, it's sad to think so close to solving by analyzing, yet so far away.

That ending line really grabs you, makes you wonder about our own delusions. We don't live in reality, which would be way too harsh, but something altered for our comfort. And, when you can look in and see what's really going on, perhaps the most sane and rational one can be.

Can you imagine staring death in the face every day, knowing true immortality...that you are nearing the finish? I can't, I won't, I don't.

Truly saddening to read,

Brian


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An ode to a beloved wife and giveing thanks for the support that helped guide and shape successes in life. It is a dear traditional poem, simply put tribute to the woman who said I do and lived by her vows. Words that easily could have supplied a toast at an anniversary dinner, or could have filled a greeting card to mark a special occaision..

This poem does not reach for grand gestures, similes, metaphors or any illusion, just speaks straight from the heart.

Full of love and appreciation, a writing that would be easily understood,

Brian




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I've been reading this poetry by Kings Author Icon for some time and realized just now the nostalgic influences of pining for lost love has had on my recent writing...of love lost many years ago.

With your ode to the one that got away in "Treasured Memories," your traditional poem is easy to read and does not try to reach too much. It's simple to recollect a former lover in this way. "Tears I cried," "why things went bad," or "our love wasn't sad."

But in the end, we resort to dreams. I'm reminded we fictionalize the good or worthy aspects of a failed relationship without asking why it didn't work. It's this delusion that keeps us going, romanticizing a perfect love with realizing it had failed. It's perfectly good for writing, keeping those muses working overtime to pen our words of loss and woe.

Sorry you're not with us anymore to regale your readers with more,

Brian

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This was a haiku that I feel aimed at a little levity rather than follow the norm for haiku. It has the right syllable and line count, but does not express the way a haiku normally would. Though, third line summation is correct, I can only imagine the simplest and most mundane of tasks being a happy moment.

'Oddly cheerful' doesn't make the writer want to dig deeper? Sunny day, day off from work, hitting the sauce? I can appreciate the act, but wanted to feel more with an offering that seems satisfied to rest on the laurels of having met syllable and line quota.

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