The sight of the ocean overwhelms me. Its denseness, its changing shades and most of all its vastness, bewilder me. Its ceaseless motion, its control to never cross the limit set an example for the fact that there is someone behind this wonder of nature.
I like this poem written in a language practised during the Elizabethan times except for the use of the phrase "his sword smoked." Smoking doesn't sit well with the rest of the poem.
To me it was covered in blood.
To gain his corrupt motive he went to extremes and paid for it with his life and peace of mind.
"Wages of sin is death."
Why does such a brave warrior believes in his willful wife?
His ambition is his fall, for it is negative in conception.
"I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on th' other."
The two girls are a delight for the parents. They are beautiful from inside as well.
They set an example for the other sisters of the world regarding how to take care of their siblings.
"“I love you too Olive. Just remember your older sister will always take care of you.”'
It comes naturally for the older one Amel, to sacrifice her gift without much ado.
The author created the story with appropriate dialog and setting.
It is effectively told as it happens to be Christmas Season. Sharing is of topmost priority here.
A teaser of a poem, where the poet makes mockery of justice. Justice, they say is blind with her or his other senses in tact. Yet, to the poet justice has
“Ears shut
Lips sealed
Feet stuck”
Justice is no longer independent. It’s a
“A Blind mouse
A caged bird
A kicked dog”
All the metaphors show that justice is impotent, no longer a powerful limb of governance, no longer faithful or genuine.
The poet says that justice waits for its master. Who could it be? The powerful head or heads of the state?
It’s a “coward” that surrendered to an unseemly thug.
There’s a final injunction in the last section of the poem,
“If you still live
Take a look around…”
The present state of justice is well reflected in this admirably composed poem.
This poem is a tribute to those who help and support the needy, suffering from health problems. They are like angels of mercy to stand like pillars of strength till health and equilibrium are restored to the sufferer.
The situation needing help is as visually shown as the one later.
“…can’t talk, can’t shout can’t even breathe”
Here comes help described with apt images and figures of speech.
“Dagger of hope slice through my soul”
Metaphor and alliteration are admirably employed.
This is a wonderful account of how John, a volunteer firefighter, saved the child from a smoke filled bathroom of her house.
The experience of tension, a worried search for the victim through poor visibility due to smoke and finally the relief of rescuing her is conveyed with convincing clarity.
Firefighting department is one of the most important limbs of the government. Society must be grateful for their prompt action and dedication to duty under emergencies.
The author hits the nail on its head when says,
“It’s never about the credit or the glory. It’s about saving the life.”
The use of the mechanics of language and style is admirable.
Hello Patrick,
this appears like an unfinished story that sounds quite real.
Every incident looked as though it happened in real life.
The information you gave about the cabbie’s life and the reasons for being a taxi driver are convincing. The plot thickens with the two older gents getting off leaving the rich kid behind in the taxi. There seems more than what meets the eye.
The description of the taxi driver’s tension and his sensible way of calling for help is appreciable. The faint -hearted would no doubt baulk under nervous pressure.
It seems like you have more to add and make it a complete story.
Language and style are fine with apt dialog and setting.
The poet envisions the presence of God and hears Heaven’s harmony in nature. Every blade of grass, every blooming flower and every flowing stream represent the presence of soothing celestial music .
The poet captures the essence of godliness in each single thing of beauty.
The two lines are spiritually charged filling the believers with inspiration and a positive outlook on life.
It is trust in God that enables us to seek for solace of the permanent kind.
Prayer is key to tranquility of mind that leads me to find grace in simple things of beauty.
This “map of buried treasures” is where I find genuine joy. These “treasures” to me, consist of nature, beautiful minds, spontaneous words spoken from heart .
It is a simple yet profound poem of faith and a longing for peace.
“hope filled with caring presence”
Amazing word choices and imagery seeking treasures appeal to me.
Relationship with God is well expressed in this poem.
"Lord, I’m thankful for this precious relationship."
As I read through this poem, I do feel the sincerity with which it is written.
I can understand why the poet is asking for blessing of being calm.
"O, help me to be calm and still,"
Anyone, who dwells on thoughts of God, experience inner quietude and calm. Once the restless feelings are removed, one can solve any problem, face all kinds of situations with a smile. Also, they are always cheerful.
Thank you for this spiritual poem, which is also inspirational.
The man in the story is clearly a victim of his delusions. Mind is such that it thirsts for something beyond reason.
she was the victim of his fickle dreams. Evidently, he was responsible for shattering the lives both women. of course, the second wife has her own share of contributing to the break up of his first marriage.
They are just slaves of desire and temporary indulgement of fleeting feelings and so they paid for it.
It is difficult to exercise control over desires. Not all are saints.
Hi,
I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem, mainly. It reads so well that I decided to review the same.
"You sowed a seed of love
And asked for nothing in return"
I had the good fortune of meeting such inspiring and generous people in my life as well.
They are part of me too.
Yes, there are people to whom we owe a lot. They remain in memory forever, making the heart glow whenever remembered. Even when they are not by our side, they continue to spread positive awareness, kindling hope and good will.
This is a perfectly composed poem. It flows well with appealing imagery.
This free style poem expresses poet's feelings on how the world changed after love at first sight.
It is true that adrenalin flows fast and mind gets confused somewhat at the onslaught of emotions.
"Our eyes met, the music slowed,
Blood was pounding so loud in my ears"
It seems to be an earth moving and life changing moment for the poet, which is well conveyed through apt choices of words.
Emotions are confounding and there are moments, when time stands still.
It looks as though there is a story behind the poem, which is not completely conveyed.
"Tomorrow, our eyes will meet again,
And I will die at that exact moment."
This sounds like a serenade to night. The poet's love for the night descending on the world covered in a black coat accompanied by clear skies and twinkling stars comes to fore in this rhyming verse.
"Darkness and starlight, in perfect unity;"
It is a unique phenomenon wherein dark and light meet with accord. They complement each other.
The air of anticipation spreads through the sky as night advances to a welcoming dawn.
In nature every element is gloriously placed.
This nature poem has enhanced charm due to perfect rhyme and rhythm.
This form poem has an appealing content as well.
While spring rain softens the mother's grave with green grass, the passage of time soothes the person whose heart is now tender and no longer filled with sorrow and grief of loss.
The comparison between nature's touch and that of time is convincing.
A new beginning is sought and found "finally."
Both stanzas sync well with the flow of the poem.
They have nature at the core and things soften and solace found at her tender touch.
Images of nature are impressive and visual enough for the reader.
Extremes are convincingly placed in this nice children's poem.
"a mouse sleeping with cheetahs
frogs chasing elephants"
The forest is a place of fascinating scenes. For me, the trees and whispering leaves and waterfalls laughing down the mountain slops and the big rising sun benevolently smiling down on a sleepy world are enough wonders of nature,.
You have the fauna that lurk in the forest unveiling an interesting scenario. This shows that out in nature, there is nothing that "gets boring." It is just the opposite.
Short sweet stanzas surely attract the kid reading it.
There is something sinister about this house seen at night "A warm, cunning light,"
The description of the cold night and the slick grass evoke a scene of no beauty only a kind of apprehension. The house is not welcoming but the contrary is felt by the person approaching it.
"An eerie coldness,
shoots down my spine,"
Imagery is the spine of this rhythmic verse. Each single stanza offers a bevy of word pictures. Images convey not only the physical appearance of the house in view, but also the feelings it brings to surface.
Indeed, some houses turn us away. Hardly welcoming.
It is a wonderful narration of the affinity you have with mother nature, my own friend as well.
Lake Lanier is a place of wonder where you can see things of nature moving about with incredible freedom and beauty.
The six hundred pictures in which you captured the various images of bird life assure me of your overwhelming love of calm and peaceful surroundings of the lake.
"I will never forget this experience. I believe it brought some healing to my aching heart and some beauty that touched my soul."
I cannot agree more. Whenever I have a chance to be in a place where nature blooms, at least for a few hours, I return home with the same kind of feelings you have mentioned above.
Secrets could be malevolent and best forgotten in entirety. Not hidden in the closet as well.
A secret could be a mystery, an enigma or a puzzle. Something that is hidden for some reason.
This poem, however, tells a that secrets could be positive and cause a relationship to bloom and last for long. It is a new definition as far as my understanding goes.
"They should be like roses growing among thistles
Swaying in the wind, but never whistles."
I found this rhythmic verse in your fascinating portfolio. Couldn't resist a review, so here it is as much as my humble self could perceive.
The main focus in this well conceived poem, as you have stated is on "shadows". The symbolic use of the term had me in its grip.
"Echoes of times past ripple
......
whispering to my soul."
The first line and stanza hooked me for good. You have a unique way of using metaphor and symbol.
Indeed certain shadows linger try as we might to erase them. The events of the past flash on the mind's eye without much effort, bringing fresh emotions to the surface, some, outside of us.
The last line is suggestive of memories of a long time ago in the poet's life.
Catching my attention are the phrases,
"faint impression"
"a vague sense of recognition,"
"foggy recollection of times long gone--"
not remembered,"
Yes, we cannot be just observes of climate change, global warming and environmental pollution. Thought the power to deal with these issues rests with efficient governmental agencies, as members of society, everyone has to do his or her bit.
For example, when people started dumping rubbish by the roadside despite the dumpster near by, I started objecting to it. Despite opposition they had to stop the bad practice. Bad habits are difficult to erase.
Now the spot is clean and with no trace of dumping. What matters is how much we are committed to clean up the act. The desire to keep the roads clean certainly pays off if the mind is bent on it.
The same commitment is necessary to contain climate change as well. Planting the trees is one way to bring coolness to our environment.
Yes, everyone can do a lot to make life more comfortable and cool.
I find this article quite frank and realistic. You are right about being apologetic to various persons, family and friends for being what we are.
Another important stigma attached to self is to feel guilty about certain events or actions. Ruled by the situations and having no one to sincerely offer advice or guidance, we do commit certain mistakes. However, I find many of these "mistakes" bring benefits to those concerned. So, what I am saying is acting according to one's conscience is not being guilty, so therefore, no reason to be apologetic about anything done in all honesty.
"Yes, you have nothing to apologize for."
This write up made me turn the searchlight inwards and find answers to some unsolved questions such as "have I done anything wrong?" and so on.
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