~Thank You~
Thanks to the responces
all the people who said
that my poems were good
your comments i read.
well im still here
just havn't written in a while
everythings been so great
my lifes still worthwhile.
So long and thank you
for the feedback you gave
thanks to all your comments
my life was saved.
poem by Jeremy Page
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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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Mutually praising
You read my poems
And sent me pleasant comments.
I must read your poems
And send you pleasant comments.
Thus we lift each other mutually.
1507.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Browsing and Commenting on Poems.
It is my habit to read the poems
delivered by the young and old, male and female.
I pick up the poems by title and not by the authors.
Internet helps us to browse and comment on poems,
burst into by the poets from all the continents.
I read, chew and digest the new words, usage,
and the content in the poems. The young guys,
baffle me with colloquial, archaic and email forms
like gonna, wanna, u, and so on.
The youths write poems on love with inspiration
but old people have to perspire or be resilient
going back to school and college days.
If I murmur the tune of some melodious film song,
I find it possible to scribble on love-lorn life.
I am very weak in English manners of saying thanks
and expecting thanks for the comments made on poems.
The voracious readers of poems won't stop criticising
if we contribute touching poems or message giving lines.
The comments at times inspire me with new ideas and subjects.
If our lines comfort some hurt hearts,
guide some to ride the life with peace and hope,
that is enough for the mad people like us.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Thank you, my visitors..
People say millions read their poems,
but I felt dwarfed in front of them,
I read their poems sincerely day and night,
commented then and there how I felt.
I thank those three who visited me,
and the rest who got two,
but never thanked me for the comments,
that I made for your brilliant poems,
think of me, when you look,
at the popularity list and,
I would think of you,
when I look at it.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I've had the same, full-time assistant and typist for eight or nine years now. She's read everything I've written, she types everything and does a good job, translates it and makes comments.
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Comments
I see all these
Comments…
On my poems.
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Moveon is not a one-way broadcast media. The Internet, when used best, is a two-way media. We have a forum in which people can post comments and those comments can be rated. We get a sense of what people feel most passionately about.
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Whats Good - The Thesis
Lifes like a mayonnaise soda
And lifes like space without room
And lifes like bacon and ice cream
Thats what lifes like without you
Lifes like forever becoming
But lifes forever dealing in hurt
Now lifes like death without living
Thats what lifes like without you
Lifes like sanskrit read to a pony
I see you in my minds eye strangling on your tongue
Whats good is knowing such devotion
Ive been around - I know what makes things run
What good is seeing eye chocolate
What goods a computerized nose
And what good was cancer in april
Why no good - no good at all
What goods a war without killing
What good is rain that falls up
What goods a disease that wont hurt you
Why no good, I guess, no good at all
What good are these thoughts that Im thinking
It must be better not to be thinking at all
A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete
No not much, not much at all
Whats good is life without living
What goods this lion that barks
You loved a life others throw away nightly
Its not fair, not fair at all
Whats good?
Oh, baby, whats good?
Whats good?
Whats good? not much at all
Hey, baby, whats good? (whats good? )
Whats good? (whats good? )
Whats good? (whats good? ) not much at all
Whats good? (whats good? )
Whats good? (lifes good)
Lifes good (lifes good)
Whats good? (lifes good) but not fair at all
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The literary life
We went to the house
of Afrikaans poetry together
on weekends and spent hours there
and listened to the master lecture
and met some poet friends
around a table
with a drink or two.
Sometimes the poetry was Afrikaans,
English, Dutch or even German
and we learnt form poets
around the globe.
We discussed what we had
just learned,
asked about his views
of certain things,
or what people in the group think,
discussed poetry, life,
sometimes even politics
and philosophy
as individuals of a group.
We read our poems,
listened to other poets,
reading their own,
analysed every word, every line
comprehending meaning, impact
and sharpened our art.
Your poetry was really great,
from when I read the very first line,
but mine had still to grow
from rhyme into free verse.
At times I hated comments
that forced me to move,
but realized that it was meant
with great goodwill
and even though I was in pain
I sharpened my verse
and free verse brought
a clearer ear, making it
much easier to write
great rhyme.
Now that I had to leave Pretoria,
weekends I really miss
that great writing school,
new poems from great poets,
learning something there,
experiencing poetry at its core,
lectures from that great master
and verses of his own,
but much more
your poems.
poem by Gert Strydom
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No poems published
Since two days no poems are published
As if space has been run out or finished
May be poems are not required
I keep mum as no use to be inquired
I send poem daily as usual
But it has been taken as casual
I have no room to worry
At least I am spared from agony
Comments are well taken and placed
Poems are no were seen as chased
May be some new criteria is laid down
Place might have been reserved for poets quite well-known
I shall need no regret
As it happens with fate
Sometimes favor is shown as good luck
Sometimes clock runs out of time and struck
So is the life to come to an end
For people, well wishers to shed tears as friend
Some may be remembered and some may be forgotten
As the disappearance may be all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed
Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.
AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.
It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just As Long As Were Together
You can live your own life and Ill live mine
I will never try to keep you down
And even if I only see you some of the time
Im just happy when you come around
And even if the sun dont shine
Im warm enough when youre in these arms of mine
Just as long as were together
Everythings alright (everythings alright)
Everythings alright (everythings alright)
There is nothing that will overcome the love we share,
Nothing that will break us apart
Girl I gotta always have you in my ear,
Gotta always have you in my heart
Ooo baby, your place or mine?
Ill get the music, baby, you bring the wine
Just as long as were together... (just as long as were together)
Ooo girl, theres nothin better (just as long as were together)
Just as long as were together
Everythings alright (everythings alright)
Everythings alright (everythings alright)
Just as long as there is you
Ill be around doin what you what me to
Just as long as there is me
Ill be around to sing that melody, sugar
Just as long as were together... (everythings alright)
Ooo baby, everythings alright
Just as long as were together... (everythings alright)
Ooo girl, everythings alright
Just as long as were together... (everythings alright)
Ooo girl, everythings alright!
Dont u [...] know there aint better (everythings alright)
Ooh [hunt//hurt] u baby, in the night
song performed by by Prince
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Rating
Incestuous relationships,
Inspired by asking
To read specific poems,
Can lead to defective progeny.
Comments made on one’s poems
When reciprocated
Can swell numbers or
Lead to introspection.
Hunting for the poem,
Or praise, or recognition,
Within ourselves?
Manipulation is not
Too far in society.
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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My Eyes Are Fixed Only Upon The Dealer
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But to suggest that I must read,
Your submissions with a rating I don't feel.
Doesn't do the craft any justice at all.
Going through the motions,
To appeal an ego seeking to be massaged.
With a zap to zing a zest,
That produces an invitation to squeal with zeal.
Ugh!
I never was one to seek that kind of praise.
Since my connection began with pure love.
You know?
I'm one of those who do it for the art types!
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But I'm not going to foresake what I do for you.
Nothing like that appears in the deck of cards...
God has dealt to me.
And until I leave...
My eyes are fixed only upon The Dealer.
That's it!
This is His game.
Not mine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Piddling You Pass On As Intelligent Babble
Please just don't sit,
Accepting this.
Argue.
Be opinionated.
Pass judgement on it.
Do 'something' I expect.
At least raise an eyebrow.
Show me you object.
Give me a sign,
You're finding my comments...
Too uncoventional for these times.
Do more than stare at me!
Say exactly what's on your mind.
Give me feedback.
'This is...
It really is,
Great stuff.'
Whew.
Thanks.
I didn't like it either.
'Seriously.
This is good.'
Look!
Don't play your psyche games with me.
'I'm saying I like it! '
Yeah,
Right.
And 'that' you want me to believe?
If it was any good at all,
You'd be arguing with me.
'You think you know me so well,
Dontcha? '
No!
I know the ones you did not like,
Have been my best efforts.
And that one you're reading now...
I didn't even write.
I just wanted to get your reaction.
I'm using a different approach.
A whole new method.
'Maybe that's why I think it's great!
Maybe you should study this,
And upgrade your outdated taste...
For piddling you pass on as intelligent babble.
Just to use my time to waste! '
Excuse me?
'It's not like I have not said that before.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Critics Have Appeared
critics have appeared
in these cyber times
hunting for poems
and passing wise words
on poems they swallow in seconds
and whose comments are like puke;
and whose own gems of poems when you seek
it turns out, they have not published any
at the very poetry portals where they pass such magnificent judgment…
O Ye Critics who hunt for poems
come back another day
when you have poems some of your very own…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Gratis Et Amore
for the poems that i have written
and which you read
by heart, i bless you with a prayer for luck
for another year
for the poems which i have not written yet,
i wish you a longer life, so you may read them
when they become finally written
for the poems i have in mind and which i will not write
i wish you patience i wish you some prayers
may these poems realize their worth
may they decide to become truths
with you i pray that God may be also kind
for those still unspoken
and may God bless your mind
may they open up like tight buds to become the flowers
of the world, the sun to warm them, the rain to shower them
may these poems live and linger
may they be like grass always unswerving to grow and cover everything
alive and loving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps
I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.
Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.
Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!
*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *
Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?
*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:
* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regarding comments attributed to me in the Los Angeles Times - allegedly made on a bus trip from Germany to Holland in 1998 - I emphatically denounce such comments as false.
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