This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-06-29 16:09:59 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Rightness

Evilness is aggrandized It appears as the main event Advertised into daily living Things aren’t always, as they show There are quiet, subtle, difference makers, Hidden things of simple secret kindness Sacrifices to benefit another With no dream of acclaim or honor Those great things                   That most don’t see you do

Copyright © June 2008 Dellena Rovito


This Poem was Critiqued By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2008-07-01 01:16:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Very nice and short. Yet packing a lot in a small package. Anyone who knows me knows it's my lot in life to quote "The Prophet" as my personal Oracle. I think of two parts of this mystical poem that apply here. The section on Crime and Punishment, about laying the axe to the evil tree, and the section on Giving. I hope that referring to this oft-overemphasized work doesn't diminish the impact this poem had on me. It's impact on me was enough to make me refer to my Oracle... It's interesting to me that your title and first word are polarizing, but the sentiment you echo here is anything but, therefore implying a complicity in what is being obviously protested, which is of course is true, and so this is why I find your poem quite subtle and sly in this regard. Stating the obvious up front, and then showing us how it's done as well, but subtly so you ALMOST don't notice. Well done. I find the best poetry implies what it says as well as says it. I prefer implication myself, yet that's fairly obvious from my work. Om, Regis


This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2008-06-29 21:53:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Yes, then there are those that hide behind nicety, paying all manner of lip service to what in the end amounts to nothing. Then the first time tested, become snarling beasts, affronted by the slightest penetrating truth or uncompromising insight. The kindness of which you speak is not lost upon those who delve deeper than this aggrandizement of traded back slapping. Those that press to see what lies deeper, deeper than the saccharine sweetness of forced insincerity. To find something true that can lead somewhere besides an aside in a play by Moliere. Poetry should facilitate such endeavor, not pander to masks and manners. And this is what makes your treatise poetry. JCH
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