One Little Comment
One little comment can really change your life;
It can make you feel good or cut you like a knife.
As a result, you may now want to try something new,
Or with an aspect of life, you may now be through.
You mull the comment over and take it to heart;
The speaker of the comment, unaware they’ve played a part.
The chances are that, of the comment, the speaker has forgotten,
But you are now left feeling really encouraged or really rotten.
Some comments are just throw-a-ways,
But they can easily make or break your day.
Some comments stick forever in your mind,
Whether they’re really hurtful or really kind.
Many years later, a comment you may still be able to quote;
It could be one which made you sink or one which made you float.
You will probably still be able to recall it word for word,
And even imitate the tone in which the comment was first heard.
As the result of a comment, you may feel better or worse,
And the speaker of the comment, you’ll either love or curse.
A comment can make you give up or give you the will to succeed;
Off one little comment, our further thoughts will often feed.
They can change the way that you see yourself,
And even have a good or bad effect on your health.
A bad comment can leave us feeling rather unsure,
Whereas a good comment, can leave us wanting more.
Just one comment, which may last only a few fleeting seconds,
May result in a whole new life, which suddenly now beckons.
You may leave your old life far behind,
Or a whole new life, you may now find.
So just take a moment and think before you speak;
Of the joy you may bring or the havoc you may wreak.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Commenting (Please Read)
This poem is dedicated to a very dear friend in Canada.
Melvina Germain.
The first person who left a heart prints on my work almost a year and a half ago. Mel, a million thanks from me.
Love and Hugs.
David xxxx
Some people read your work
and then pass on their way,
never leaving a comment
whether they liked it or not.
For any writer good or bad,
unless someone makes a comment on your work,
you feel left out in the cold.
For those who think that comments do not help,
let me tell you what comments have done for me.
For six or seven years I had given up writing,
I swore I would never lift my pen again.
Then in January 2007,
I posted a few old poems on a poetry site.
I was confused and lost at the time.
Never though for one moment
anyone would want to read my humble work.
I was wrong.
Through the comments I received,
I started writing again.
Since the 19th January 2007 to today the 14th June 2008
I have written 1132 poems, a 80,000 word novel,
collaborated on over 20 poems
with two young ladies half a world away from me
and published my first book of poetry.
For under a year and a half
that is not a bad record
and it happened through the encouragement in comments.
So the next time you read someone work
and there is a space for a comment,
leave one please.
Those little heart prints can change someone’s life
and encourage them on to do better things.
Your comment does not have to be lengthy,
just a word or two will do.
Remember it is good to help someone
and by leaving a comment,
that is just what you will do.
I always leave a comment on everything I read
knowing how others comments have helped me.
14 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Autre guitare
Comment, disaient-ils,
Avec nos nacelles,
Fuir les alguazils ?
- Ramez, disaient-elles.
Comment, disaient-ils,
Oublier querelles.
Misère et périls ?
- Dormez, disaient-elles.
Comment, disaient-ils,
Enchanter les belles
Sans philtres subtils ?
- Aimez, disaient-elles.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Well, I don't know if I can comment on Kant or Hegel because I'm no real philosopher in the sense of knowing what these people have said in any detail so let me not comment on that too much.
quote by Roger Penrose
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Problems At PH
At times PH is plagued with problems
and new ones crop up everyday.
However, its appeal is irresistible
no matter what we say.
It gets to you at times when you log in
and it logs you out again.
You make a comment on a poem, post it
and when the page refreshes
the comment isn’t there.
You post it again and again
and the recipient of the comment
wonders why you posted it a half a dozen times.
Then there are the times when it just won’t let you in
and your frustration grows.
Each day is a new adventure
whenever we log in again and again and again.
If you ask the powers to be a question,
it is months before you get a reply.
You say that you are going to leave,
but the draw is irresistible
and therefore instead of saying goodbye
you should be saying is see you later
when I can log in.
We must love the frustration that this site brings
and one day hope the powers to be
might eventually get it right.
poem by David Harris
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La Noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ?
Au dbut de la saison elle est toujours de bonne humeur
Le monsieur est pauvre
Et si la lune tombe
Il va la chasse, sans classe, en face
Dans la rue
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Cette saison
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ?
Aprs cette aventure il va dans un bar
Triste, parce qu'il a encore une noix
Il espre le miracle
Ce soir il prend sa guitare
Il chante
Dans la rue
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Cette saison
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ? (2x)
Comment ca va
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Differing Aims In A Divided World
An aim could be
do not even say
more than you think
could be understood
yet a few make comments
which are clearly incorrect
so teacher teacher really no reply
no comment Jesus choose to die?
To let a Christian myth
comment pass without reply
by one who knows not
Jesus lived was born really died.
We must all believe the same? Surely not.
God incarnate? Your choice. But birth myth was not.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Poetry Journey
My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go
Without leaving a word or two
I need a companion along the way
With you in my thoughts each day
In this square box i learned a lot and send
To click, read and comment and bend
Making someone happy and heaven sent
Learning, loving, inspiring and content
In this journey, i learned the hard way
To be strong, and make my day
Never to become bitter
But a better person everyday
The heart prints you left behind
Will never be forgotten until the end
In my simple ways, you made me special
Thanks for walking with me
In my poetry journey.
When the dawn seems dark and dreary
I hope and pray that HE will never leave me
I have to walk fast in this poetry journey
Till you see me the person you wanted me to be.
Thank you, my friends in poetry
Nothing could take this love from you and me
Drop by, read, click and comment
Leave something of yourself, and make a little difference
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Hand For Life
I read
Re read and observed
Whether I really deserved
'Her hand for life time' comment reserved
She has sent me a letter
For life time partner
Precisely a deep matter
I am glad and feel better
I read contents
Not much to comment
Yet a serious proposal
I must have quick disposal
What do I reply?
She has made honest try
Now I feel little shy
She may ask any time, why?
I come to the term
With all the details in turn
'Yes, we unite on His name'
Solemnly assure and claim
We shall stay blessed
Even if life may be chased
Never part in any situation
Run the life smooth with strong bond and relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Temporarily Pissed-off Poem
Why the hell should I respond to
'I'm new to this site, please read
all my poems and
comment (you'll enjoy them) '- when
you haven't the courtesy
or even the guile
to read just the odd poem
of mine? Why should you
trust the judgement of a poet
you don't even admire or
despise?
OK I'll have cooled tomorrow but
I'm glad I've let off steam
and
by the way that first bit applies
to older acquaintances too.
'Lousy poet but
good for a comment', huh?
(OK, guys - the moment passed...)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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How To Be A Good Poet
oh dear poet you drive me insane
i know you can write a poem
so you must have a brain
really love your mystique
pretty sure i would love your physique
so could you please
please please please
only send one invite
then you comment on my poem
the one about the princess, fairy, or knight
sure you will find them a delight
then i will comment on your poem
the one about the moon, stars, and tree
it is as simple as one two three
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Your Comment
Your comment burn me
Your query made me laugh.
It is your query that made active
My mind and body the whole day.
I love you I like your everythings
Your query your comment made it clear
You too love me much.
I am in your eyes I know
I am ready to hear your words
You know and you know I am with you
Without you I have no existence
My hands always doing your works
My eyes always seeing your sights
My foot stands on your earth.
It is you only who can take me
From place to place and each and
Every place is the same and one.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Global Freedom Trending Point
make the comment
mark the thought
make it like you like it
marking thoughts
marking presence
marking opinion mind
to read or not to read
is not the point
point is to comment
point is opinion expressed
point is freedom of speech
point is feel free to express
importance is making the point
social spectrum compass point
global freedom trending point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shock treatment
I again suffered with shock treatment
It was disheartening and bad statement
I was denied prestigious membership
It was deliberate and intended to aground the ship
How come after writing thousands of articles?
One can comment against set principles
There is room for improvement at all the levels
Person is afforded a chance to excel
With all praises and comments on high notes
One is getting ready for moving in new slots
It is elevation and recognition of good service
As poetry progresses with very good promise
I have yet to think seriously on the issue
I have reader friends who sent periodical reviews
It is so heartening to note with lots of respect
I again leave this to the wisdom and introspect
The poetry is all about conveying strong intent
The pen is so empowered to suitable comment
The message is well received by and understood
It is reflection in mirror and serves as natural food
One should not be deterred by discouragement
It is always there and there is deliberate movement
One may be pulled down with adverse comment
Writer should always concentrate and read the comments
It has disappointed but not crashed me down
There may be faults here and there of my own
I can take vow to improve upon and render best service
Writer should not stop at any time till his demise
If the poetry gains little ground for any cause
It is always welcome step because
The purpose is well served and appreciated
Peace and harmony prevails without being further vitiated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Young Reviews
Some young poets may mistake
Reviews as a door for more discussion
A vast arena where one can make
An endless lane for Argumentation.
Reviewing further on a review
The comment box becomes gibe talk
Topic diverted to irrelevant issues
Until its there that Gossip walks
Perhaps a line has to be drawn
Where Poetry as art should have a place
Center the review on what it spawns
The impact, the theme, what the poems says
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This poem was written as a satire for young poets
who have mistaken the comment box as a place for pointless
discussion/arguments and some have gone so far as talk
about an erring mother (the subject of a poem) . Such
practice diverts the purpose for reviews - which is to
comment on the poem - not on the character or subject,
for then it ends up as a 'gossip box'.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Hunting or Fishing?
Hunting or fishing – which is better?
That is what I am thinking about!
In business many hunt for customers;
Some men prefer casting net to catch fish!
Even for poets the position is the same
In poetry websites to catch readers!
Some lay wise traps to catch readers!
I use fishing rod with a needle and bait
To catch readers who can understand!
Whether the rank is high or low it is
Immaterial but the true comment is!
Hunting readers to comment and rank
Or fishing readers to comment and rank
Are not really going to enhance one’s status;
For, voluntary comments are indeed valuable!
Poets are jealous to appreciate others’ merit
But some poets raise the status of others!
So, letters to such poets increase sans end!
This is the status of poetry websites now!
So, it is left to you to hunt or fish or lay trap
As you wish to catch readers for rank, etc.!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Please Read And Comment On My Work, Thank You.
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My Body Is Going Through Some Changes
Some of you have heard this comment before...
'You look good,
For your age! '
What does that really mean?
What is implied?
And how should the comment be taken?
I see some people react with a smile.
As if they have been complimented.
While others have a puzzled look on their faces.
As if to say...
'And how old should I look? '
And then there are those,
Who are so frightened to appear their ages...
They are the ones behind sunglasses.
And under toupees, weaves, wigs...
Moisturizes, nip, tucks and cosmetic masks!
Making the aging process a scary thought for anyone!
Me?
I care less about how I look.
Well...
Some days!
Just to set the record straight.
However...
For me,
It's the way I feel.
And some days I feel like I should be filmed for a documentary.
With bones cracking and other noises my body makes,
In the mornings when I rise to start my day.
I swear...
Birds I hear early in the morning chirping,
Stop when I get up.
They listen.
They make me aware,
My body is going through some changes!
Especially the ones who have the nerve to sit,
On my window sill and look in!
And they don't have to say anything,
For me to get the message.
I guess it is how this whole process is approached.
And how that is done...
That leaves a lasting impression!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reason behind liking
There is reason behind every liking
You catch the idea and it must be striking
Not necessarily a comment or length praise
But a serious thought for poets to chase
Write nicely or face the ire
Applaud and honor when we admire
Your poems may contain pain and satire
Definitely readers are key players
How does an actor know the art?
When there is nothing new to start?
There is lot more to improve
When readers write or disprove
Encourage and put reason with logic
It is good test and real basic
If you write and comment
It will be blessings as if heavenly send
Poet does it with his pure imagination
He may have fir belief and inclination
It is possible he may err in his reading
Make it sure he is not marketing or trading
The literature is meant for human consumption
Certain facts are understood with assumption
You may find heart change with resumption
It is personal choice for rejection or adoption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On line friendship
Nilia my dearest friend on line,
Always ask for my health and news fine,
Bearing so cute face and innocent smile,
I used to loose concentration for a while,
Nilia I love your smile so much,
I may tease her and ask for comment such,
She will only reply in yes,
Rest leaves it to my consumption and guess,
There was temporary interruption call,
So much gloom descended and falls,
She just wanted to express word “sorry”
I was moved by her words and told not to worry,
There should be no sorry for friends,
Amity is lost and relation ends,
No such feelings must occur,
I said my words and she did concur,
She was so grateful for having friend well,
Unaware of facts that she was in mood,
I lost no moment and asked for comment,
She expressed inability and words lament,
She stood before me as glass doll,
My eyes did not remain static and started to roll
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Leave Everything
Leave everything to his wishes and will
Nothing matters more how do you feel?
We use energy in wrong direction
Otherwise who bothers for our action?
Give a fair trial to your own judgment
Do all good that is expected without any comment
You may have everything you desire
He is there to look after and admire
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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