This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2006-11-23 18:37:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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Intentions Conduct is the gold star
following our beliefs.
Each day we live out our convictions.
We need not preach nor declare it
our deportment verifies it.
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Copyright © November 2006 Dellena Rovito
This Poem was Critiqued By: Nancy Ann Hemsworth On Date: 2006-12-04 19:38:54
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
so true , so very true..well stated little piece of writing. You have a way with the short and to the point pieces..and you know I am so much a fan of those.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2006-11-29 09:46:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.88889
Hi again, Dellena! This short little ditty is chocked full of the most important things we reveal about ourselves daily, without even knowing it. I like it. You do need a new title though. Wish I could help with that....when I lived in a 'real' house I had a thesauras nearby all the time. Today, I guess I don't have one anymore. (smile). "Intentions" is just not descriptive enough! This work deserves more than that! I like it though. It's potent with it's punch-something I admire in your work. Smiles to you my frined! Ellen
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2006-11-25 13:31:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Almost ear-marking the difference between faith and religiosity,
your poem preserves the importance of accountablity our "deportment"
in living life means to ANY valid cosmology.
Some would substitute ceremony for such requirement, but that suffices
just about as much as trying to make a package pretty that contains
a broken brick. Not that it hasn't become an adopted practice, even
defining a whole class of soul-less The Gap shopping yuppies.
Guess that all started when people designed a logo for jeans to cover
the leer usually accorded a pert rump. It must have transferred some of
that lust thing to a subliminal representation. Suppose if we can learn
to acquire a taste for Cold Duck and Saturday Night Live's obsession with
pushing gang-banging rappers, we can acquire a taste for anything, even
idiots in the White House.
And so we have.
Poignant poem, Dellena.
JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2006-11-24 22:53:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.92308
Dellena,
How delightful. I remember the little gold stars we would get as children to place on a chart if we'd been very good.... wow, what a memory you have brought forth. Your statements are so very true and I heartly agree. You have said in so few words, lessons we should all adhere to or deportment we should be proud to bare. Thank you for bringing some fond memories back and for graceing us with this poignant poem.
Lora
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