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Excellent poem!
I love the last 2 lines especially.... and accepting what we cannot change, and changing what we can today. A Perfect view!
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gypsypoet1975
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January 16, 2009
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Simply awesome, Dear Sam!
posted by
PoetRaye
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January 15, 2009
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I agree! Masterful, and message leaves me awestruck!
posted by
LadyGhost1970
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January 15, 2009
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Great message
You are a master of fitting beautiful wisdom into the forms of structured poetry. I sit in awe of your ability
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lionreign
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January 15, 2009
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Such a show off you are...it's good stuff...so what?
I'll have a ham sandwich with that rotten tomato...please.
posted by
_teddypoet_
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January 15, 2009
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...my life is what I made it. No regrets whatsoever. Great message.
posted by
hardilaziz
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January 15, 2009
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Before I stated reading you, I had no idea there were so many forms of poetry! You're just amazing, MEDEAR. OK, must go out now.
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auslander
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January 15, 2009
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I remain the topographer for my footed path and with compass in hand I plot my life’s course!
resonates so well for an aspirant. I admire the different forms of my sis who is so adept at these complex varieties of poetry.
from my freezingly cold desert sands.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
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January 15, 2009
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Genius my dear Shelly
this resonates deeply my friend; superb write as always; many blessings and thanks always
posted by
mariaki
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January 15, 2009
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Chaucer...
I remember this guy's name but it was long ago in college when I played in his courtyard. Its impressive Sammy, with all that measures you're unraveling. I like the poetry'S abababb rhyme as well, a the lessons in Literature, I like to make toast WITH R, Martin's XO can you hold your glass?
posted by
Rotsen
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January 15, 2009
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Interesting!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
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January 14, 2009
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Love the line "Changes are for the present because tomorrow never gets its turn".
There are so many creative and fun ways to write poetry.
posted by
yellowrose55
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January 14, 2009
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My applause to you Shelly /sam Looks like a form to investigate. Hmmmm
posted by
merkie
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January 14, 2009
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Shelly
On top of your beautiful poetry, we're getting an education in the structure of poems...
posted by
Nautikos
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January 14, 2009
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I love your creative poetry
you are such a talent...an artist deserves to be appreciated....
posted by
hazel_st_cricket
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January 14, 2009
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very nice
posted by
Samantha39
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January 14, 2009
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Rhyme and Meter...
...are like wings for you...seriously, sam. I love it!
posted by
metalrat
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January 14, 2009
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I love your poetic mind. Mal
posted by
gapcohen
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January 14, 2009
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Gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful.
posted by
phantomqueen
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January 14, 2009
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yes it is hard to master love
posted by
lustorlove
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January 14, 2009
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Oh my dear Sammy, you so impress me with your knowledge of the metrics of creating. Your poems are so deep into the knowledge of your craft that they fascinate my write-whatever-comes mind. To think that you can write so beautifully while still counting and rhyming astounds me. Great poem and lesson :-) Love you much :-) xoxo
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Sinome
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January 14, 2009
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OPUS #1
I love this and I also love that you included a little education along with it. While studying poetry I was always interested in the mechanics. If only I could find my old notebooks - I guess it's time to start a new one. :) Thank a bunch for sharing.
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BetsyLewis
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January 14, 2009
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