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Dreaded Requests
I am not a rude or ignorant man,
but there are some things,
that I will not do.
Unfortunately, I do not like
to read a lot of what
I am politely requested to read.
I am often bombarded by people
asking me to read
and comment on their work.
I do not like to be rude
and ignore their pleas,
but I just read what I like,
not what I am asked to read.
I choose whom I like,
if I see a title I find interesting
I will take the time to read it
and make a mental note of the author.
If I like what I read,
I will dip into that author’s work
time and time again.
I do not care if they read my work or not
that is their choice and I have mine.
All I ask is let me make up my own mind.
Do not bombard me with notes
requesting that I read your work,
as I am likely to ignore them.
I am not being rude or ignorant
it is I just do not do requests.
poem by David Harris
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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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Grade 9 English Project - What it Means to Toil, or Work
If someone asks you why you work
You’d say that he was quite a quirk
All he says he does all day
Is sit around and drink Perrier
He says that you are quite a bloke
But you think: at least I am never broke
He wonders why you labor so
And end up covered in dirt from head to toe
And when the work is said and done
You don’t go out and have some fun
You back home and read some lore
Have some diner and work some more!
He said to you on that fine day
Look at me I’ve got it made
I can’t believe you crazy fools
Would do physical slog using tools!
Why don’t you leave that work for grunts?
Have some fun, go on some hunts.
At this weird comment I laughed and said
Do you have anything inside your head?
If I don’t work then I’ll have no money
And that would not be remotely funny
If I did not work I’ll say this too
I would end up looking like you!
poem by Matt Rappolt
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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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Either Way
Most of my work submitted,
Has neither been read...
Or commented upon.
And the bulk of those not rated.
That a few take offense,
I have created new work...
And chosen them not to be subjected,
To a procedure I still feel makes no sense.
Baffles.
Those who would not make any comment at all,
Have become incensed.
I don't know whether or not to appreciate...
This as flattery?
Or if this is confusion,
From minds much more complexed than mine!
Either way...
I'm still left to say, 'Huh? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Only Had A Little More Time.
Dear sir, will you read and comment on my poem?
I think if I have time to with so many request most of the time I just read poems as a see them on the website.
Can we do that instead.
Or how how I browse all your poems and pick one that catches my eye?
Why can't I choose when I have the time?
Its not that I don't like these authors I really do.
I would read everyone they wrote given a chance.
But my goodness I work 12 hrs out of the day usually.
And if not working I'm either helping friend repair his home from the flood, or building another computer from old junk computers, or I'm writing.
Can you see how I have a hard time fitting that in always on a constant basis?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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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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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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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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Law Of Diminishing Return
in this new on line age
interconnected
interlinked sites
networks websites age
in this new on line age
computer talk talk
click click open read
on line easy accesses means
a new poem a budding poet
only a quick click click away
anywhere in the world in fast
moving computer based world
feedback can be instantaneous
log on site read reply comment
even score the poem grade easy
seek fellow poet comment reply
favour reciprocated communal
friendships established interests
alined stress mutual point of view
new pet poet often read in entirety
yet new law of diminishing return
exists; easily read one or two even
twenty or thirty but not sixty ninety
two hundred to four hundred more?
now your in serious reading well past
short story territory; your in novella; to
novel range; a whole new landscape a
country of vast dimensions not a quick
read; traditional poetry pleasure; swiftly
scanned lines; read at fast leisure pace;
even some poets; lack stamina; for long
insightful complex read; less read works
poem by Terence George Craddock
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
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Do not read my poems…. [for YOU ]
Do not read my poems…
After I am dead
As a lament, a wail
An elegy, a requiem
Do not read my poems…
After I am gone
When no more I can
Hear your velvet voice.
Do not read my poems…
Alone without me
To comment along
And read with you
But, do read my poems
When I beside you lie
With my head resting
On your supporting arm
Listening to you read
In whisper, in kisses
In silence, in love
In sleep, in dream
Watching you feel
Every word I wrote
I’ll close my eyes - Love
Brush aside my hair
With your breathe
Which half veils my face
Sleepless fevered I wrote
Read me my poems
Now sing me a lullaby
Rock me to sleep
On your broad chest
Diving into your eyes
A thousand times
I am refreshed
By your smile
I’ll write on you a poem
Traced by my fingertips
To be etched in your heart
And burnt into your soul!
So, do not read my poems…
poem by Angelina Pandian
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Idiosyncrasy and Inferiority Complex
* Vanishing table manners of a deprived loner
I see you have 1212 poems (currently) on PH. I also see you comment regularly on other members' work (though I don't think you have commented on my own) . I wonder why you have sent this to me without any idea of what you want me to do about it. If you could explain what you want (just my thoughts on this piece of writing?) I might be able to help. Most people wanting a comment on a poem post it on the site and invite others to read it.
Paul Hansford
I belong to the small Island Sri Lanka
Once a British colony, I gathered few words from your mother tongue
And my vocabulary is too small, Sorry Sir and I try to improve myself.
A painter either famous or not his brush strikes on the canvas
And the bristles never refuse to absorb the different colors.
He himself has the freedom of choice.
But a poet? Why all these restrictions of adjectives and grammar?
If he tells of his mother tongue very few understand
But his slang English some try to realize?
Let him scribble as the trash bins never refuse him.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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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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In the past I have declined to comment on my own work: because, it seems to me, a poem is what it is; because a poem is itself a definition, and to try to redefine it is to be apt to falsify it; and because the author is the person least able to consider his work objectively.
quote by James Schuyler
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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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Sodomy is in the Bible, to be read in churches. I wouldn't rule it out of Mr. Bruce's act if he cares to comment on it.
quote by Dorothy Kilgallen
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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0102 This is a disposable poem
This is a disposable poem.
Under each stanza
is a perforated line
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you may read it stanza by stanza
and throw away each as you read
or having it read it through,
shorten it stanza by stanza
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since many poems on this site
benefit from curtailing
because amateur poets
tend to be uncertain
about their work
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and as a result either repeat
the essence of their poem at the end
or comment on it which takes
the power out of it
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you might want to save that
previous stanza but as for
the other stanzas, here’s
a suggestion
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enjoy being a critic and
dispose of them with a flourish
in one of these ways
certainly not both for reasons
which will become apparent
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one method is to place
a waste-paper basket so called
at an optimum distance
far enough away to enjoy throwing
the ball of scrunch-up
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but near enough not to miss;
do it with a flourish,
feel good, feel judgmental,
feel superior, feel right
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or alternatively take this disposable poem
into the smallest room to read
for as long as it takes, this varies,
then put it behind you so to speak
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again with a decisive gesture
though of course due care and
you may wish to accompany this
with some rather biblical utterance
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such as, I shit in judgment upon
the works of the ungodly
and as for the works of the infidel
I put them behind me
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and they shall be carried away
by the waters of righteousness yea
as though they had never been
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aaah that felt good
poem by Michael Shepherd
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