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|Poem Title||Poet Name||Critique Given by Robin Ann Crandell||Critique Date|
|The Wedding||Dellena Rovito||Interesting and makes me think. Thanks for sharing as this poem was very much enjoyed.||2008-02-18 23:19:12|
|Tears in December||marilyn terwilleger||I really like this poem. It makes me feel as if I miss him too. "my eyes are mirrored in silver balls, moments of him linger." It makes me daydream.. like I am watching a movie and someone looks into a crystal ball and they see their past. Instead, you see him. You remember him. You feel him. Wow.. great poem. I love it.||2008-02-17 23:52:39|
|Just Shit||Rene L Bennett||I like this poem Rene. I feel as if you wrote this from my mind. It will flow as intended to be And when my pen stops The tablet shall close As a sigh of relief engulfs me My favorite line is that last line, "As a sigh of relief engulfs me..." I too feel when I have so many thoughts in my mind that I cannot speak, my pen does the speaking. It feels so good to get all the emotion out. I think a lot of us "writers" have this same feeling. Thanks for the work. I made me smile.||2008-02-17 03:34:18|
|These delicious aromas like foreign countries||hj elliot||hj, What an exceptional piece of work. Your wording flows with ease, as this poet can visualize each and every stanza. and I Shut the shutters that have let the cool smell of wet stone in this night from thunder like an airraid over the city that brought in the rain and the war between us I can just smell the "wet stone" and imagine that I "shut the shutters." The bed beckons, sheets lay devastated across the wise mattress ripe with memories This is so vivid.. and alive in my mind. You have written.. I am lost for words as this poem is loved by this reader. I would not change a thing. Great Work. Robin.||2004-02-09 13:00:57|
|japanese verse 39 (Amnesia)||Erzahl Leo M. Espino||Erzahl, For I cannot critique you on form of this poem, I do not know how to write them. But, I can critique you on your words.. and oh, do they come true in this readers life. It seems that boring times in life, when alone, go so slowly, but times with the person you love.. passes so fast. If only time would stop.. on that Friday afternoon. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-02-09 12:53:33|
|haikuhaiku||Regis L Chapman||Regis, This poem is cute. I too count like you, however, I am not really sure about haiku or how to read it. I think it goes something like 5-7-5, but I got that information from Claire's critique of your "Dueling Elbows" I will start to study haiku if you are going to start writing it. Then, I could give you a honest critique. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-02-09 12:48:10|
|Dirt Devil||marilyn terwilleger||Marilyn, I like your poem very much. It's very easy to read, and flows with ease. My favorite part: A taupe and ivory Antelope with pronged crown moseys across the tundra. The only sound in this simple scene is the soft scruff of tumbleweed as it sweeps a path across the pallid plain. It's written out so beautifully and with such description, is like I was there watching it myself. Like I have an actual memory of it happening in my mind. Very good work here. I really enjoyed reading this piece. Thank you very much for sharing. Robin.||2004-02-09 12:13:27|
|The Oak||Robert L Tremblay||Robert, What a great poem. It was so cute. I could visualize the events as they happened. That poor little tree. I can visualize driving down the road and seeing a huge tree split right down the middle, laying there, until someone comes to hull it away. Great Poem! I would not change a thing. Thank you for sharing. P.S. My Grandmother is 93, she loves being outside and anything that has to do with it. I will share this poem with her. I am sure she will be delighted. Robin.||2004-02-09 12:08:10|
|Prime||Regis L Chapman||Regis, I could really see this poem as a song. But aren't all poem song to those who write them? This poem flowed very well with this reader. Very enjoying and I am thankful that you shared this with me.||2004-02-07 13:41:35|
|Mover||Regis L Chapman||Regis, Wow! Great poem. Sorry, It's been a while since I have been reading. But, what a good poem to welcome me back. To be honest,,,, I really thought you were talking about sex the whole time but, mabye my mind is still on that subject... or athletes.... can like sex too. ;-) Take Care Regis... Robin.||2004-02-07 13:34:55|
|Love As A Postcard||Rick Barnes||Rick, What a sweet and touching poem. I can actually see me as who you are writing about. I would do something like that. It's very nice and easy to read. There are no part where the reader would get confused or tied up. I feel at a loss for words because I have thought the same as you. But as quickly as love came, And as swiftly as love went, Love as a postcard Is all she sent... What a fabulous ending. I can't even describe how awesome that ending is. "Love as a post- card, is all she sent..." How romantic... uhhh... sort of puts me in a dreaming state. Thank you so much for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your writings. Robin.||2004-01-22 03:58:42|
|beep-beep||Thomas Edward Wright||Mr. Thomas Edward Wright, You have such a very sophisticated name. But, onto the critiqe ;-) I think you have hit the head right on it this poem. It seems like everywhere I go, I too, am being called about this and that... and that and this. However, just from what I have read from this poem... your "this" and your "that" aren't like mine at all. Because yours are, "nurses," "patients," and I am sure... very concerned.. "parents." You have a gift. And even though you feel that... "adjusting medication,selling combinations of advice and bullshit" my not always be important to you... or get on your nerves...I can tell you that people look up to you and respect you for the work that you do... (in the poem) I know I respect you... I'm one of those "parents." Good poem.. I really enjoyed reading. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-01-21 23:19:26|
|A Jar And A Bump||Regis L Chapman||Regis, This is such a cool poem. I find humor in the poem because I can relate it to my life. I will explain. Out of my usual box Empty out my usual rocks This partial stanza is so cool. I take it as my life. We all seem to have a comfort zone, which we tend not to swade from. I can see myself..."emptying out my usual rocks" which for me means my everyday.. unswaded life. with a jar and a bump I stand there shocked As they lay in a lump NOW!!!! This is just great!!!! Okay, here goes. "with a jar and a bump...I stand there shocked....As they lay in a lump" This to me is like realizing that you think you have so much in life, whether it be riches, friends, family, personal, or even business life, but when you see it laid out in front of you... all you have is a lump. For the box (comfort zone) that you have lived in your whole life, isn't much of a life at all, for you have closed the world to enter. Great! I didn't even know they were locked up in there.... In who the hell knows where Still I stand, mouth ajar I'm right here, but feel so far To me, this is when reality hits. You have found all of your emotions locked up insided of yourself. Not even knowing they are there, and why they haven't been around before this event. To this reader, "still I stand, mouth ajar"...."I'm right here, but feel so far" .... to be amazed at what we finally see the life that we are living is quite a wake up call sometimes. And this part of the poem really hit this reader hard. Knowing what it is like to feel so far... from what you have expected to come ... I am sure a lot of people can relate. I find I'm a healer You realize your weakness and you fix them. Here, you are healing yourself. White Gold Wielder Joining our hands with shining bands You have come out of your box (comfort zone), and have given the love, respect, trust, and another life a chance out side of your "box." You, "joined..hands" for what I take as being married..... "with shining bands." And now all this I see Thanks to thee... This is where your thank-you's come into play. For you thank your friend Mrs. Lisa Kersey for giving you what you have know. I love when friends play a big part of my life. However, you have to remember to thank yourself too.... for listening to her. :-) Absolutely a fabulous poem. I really can't pinpoint what I enjoyed about it the most, I just really know that I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-01-21 22:56:09|
|A Poem to Parents||Erica L. Badger||Erica, This poem reads very well. Simplistic, but touching. I only hope one day my son will be able to tell me all the words that you have written here. It's always a worry if I raise him right. Hopefully, with the work of God with me.... he can write something like this.. to me. Thank you for sharing. Good poem, keep writing. Robin.||2004-01-18 00:49:50|
|Michelle||Claire H. Currier||Claire, What a touching poem. Short but so very sweet. "Hold on, never let go Enjoying your sweetness." Truely a great statement. I have a child of my own. We always wish the best for them. When you say, 'Hold on, never let go." To me it's like me praying that my child is always safe and sound in life. Praying that nothing bad happens. "Enjoying your sweetness." Having a child makes me so happy. And I just enjoy immensely the time I have with him. He is the sweetness in my life, and for that I would never trade. Short and touching. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-01-17 14:08:48|
|Dreams Will Come||Michael Bird||Michael, This reader is reminded of putting my daughter to bed. What a time it is to share moments as those listed above in your poem. I would like to refer to a specific part of your poem, and explain the thoughts I had when I read it. Dreams will be there from the start Now I see a smile on your face Your troubles no longer in a race I know you are in a better place "Dreams will be there form the start." This is so moving. When I lay my child down to sleep at night.. I always hope that they will have dreams of happiness, and that they will be there as soon as they close their eyes. "Now I see a smile on your face." As my child falls asleep, I see the smile that embraces her face. Making me so happy, forcing me to give her another kiss - even though I've already given 10 of them. "Your troubles no longer in a race." No matter what a young one is having touble with, I can pray that in sleep their troubles will be taken away. They can sleep peacefully, not worrying about the day that is about to pass. "I know you are in a better place" Dreams have a way of letting us fantisize of things that can be out of reach here on earth. They have a way of letting us excape from the world that we live in here. We can only hope that the dream they have will take them to a better place, and not a nightmare of something that they are afraid of. Great Poem. Made me think more about my little one. Thank you for sharing. Robin.||2004-01-17 13:53:12|
|Dame Death Lamenting||Robert L Tremblay||Robert, What a great poem. I have trouble reading this poem, however, it is just because I am new at reading poetry. This reader feels such drama, and excitement on what will happen next. Poet, you have found a way to keep me interested in the way you write with such skill and passion. You have a great way of expressing and defining the moments within the lines. You have a gift. And I feel obliged that you have shared your poem with me. Robin.||2004-01-17 13:42:13|
|pushpull||Regis L Chapman||A great poem. There are many meanings I get from this peom, however, I am afraid it is not what you expected when you wrote it. I will tell you anyway though. push pull rush I'm too full That to me is saying in now-a-days busy life.. you have to "push, pull, and rush," to eat breakfast, lunch or dinner. And you get full because you had to "rush." On the other hand.. of a more poetic stand point. I think that might have a reference to relationships. The reason I say that is because in relationships you are getting pushed, pulled, and made to rush. And with that, without relaxation you get too full of the relationship too quickly. look left rook right pause and breathe check the pockets for the deceived Now, with this one I have more of a life experience just like the other line. When I read this stanza, I am thinking of someone being on the corner of the sidewalk waiting to cross the street. He/She gets bumped into while waiting, then checks his/her pockets because they are afraid that their money is gone..."for the decieved" I know I am think of this poem in a today standpoint, but this is just what I feel, so I will keep telling you. the castle beats retreat arms gather walking legs would rather do the balking This one is more tricky. I will keep having to read this part of the poem before I can give you an honest critique on this part. pull set the table push what to do with chair? Like I told you before, this is probably not the critique you were hoping for, but this poem reminds me so much of my today life. So, this one reminds me of like a holiday. You set the table, and you have one too many chairs. You are unsure of where to place it. On another standpoint, It could read that the table is being set, like in a war.. and we are unsure of how to fix the table, thus the one chair that we are unknown about. the answer is right...there call in heroes for repair This to me is refering to war. There is so much broken in the previous stanza, "set the table,"..."what to do with chair"... and then in this stanza, "call in heroes," "for repair." They both fit together like a puzzle making this poem easy to read and understand. Although, readers interpret things differently, this reader enjoys this piece very much. numbers numbers counting down emotion plumbers with a pleasing sound "numbers numbers," means to me that troops are on there way out. "counting down" means that war is about to start. (I just want you to know that I just recently seperated the military, so that might be why I am relating these stanzas with the military) "emotion plumbers" this I had to look up. I wasn't sure the exact definition of "plumbers" With this line I take it like everyone is so worried of their loved one in the war.. and they are very scared or worried. "with a pleasing sound" this could be for very different reasons. It could be the voice of a loved one, or the sound of a news reporter stating that a certain battalion is safe and out of harm way. push pull wait go back push push push three times tack pull pull pull parachute please unpack This is waiting to jump out of an airplane. You get pushed, pulled. Then you wait and go back for the order. It's time to go, so... "push, push, push"... getting ready to jump out in a hurry. "Three times tack," means that they are used to doing something in that certain method. "pull pull pull," really got my blood boiling... I was scared while reading this wondering if everything was going to end up okay. "parachute please unpack," Only my thoughts and prayers are with the members of the military. Praying that their parachutes unpack. It's a scary thought, knowing that some of my comrades are still out there.. Great poem. I am sure it will have a lot of different meanings to every reader. Which makes a great poem even better. Keep up the work. i love it.||2004-01-17 12:25:13|
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