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Stop, look, listen
The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky
The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze
I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door
That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine
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Comments
raj
Mon, 2011-10-31 06:52
lovely imagery of natural
lovely imagery of natural pristine beauty in stark contrast to the artificial beauty brought out so nicely in the closing lines...a pleasure read...
raj (sublime_ocean)
shazbat
Wed, 2011-11-09 14:11
Thanks for stopping by Raj
Thanks for stopping by Raj
John
raj
Wed, 2011-11-09 14:18
No big deal John to
No big deal John to appreciate ...it is a pleasure reading this..thanks for the privilege by posting this write...
raj (sublime_ocean)
weirdelf
Thu, 2011-11-10 06:25
Oh my fucking god!
One of my pure delights in your work as well as its insight and humour, is its technical excellence.
But you mis-scanned v.1 l.4
Somewhere in the clear blue sky
I think reads better, if less lucidly, as
Somewhere in the sky
cheers,
Jess
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shazbat
Thu, 2011-11-10 15:45
Which god would that be, and
Which god would that be, and if there are any gods, do they fuck at all?
That line bothered me as well and i've been scratching my head over it, I've made a little change now, is it any better?
Don't get the idea that I know what I'm doing, it's all guesswork.
John
There’s some what smokes
There’s some take drugs
There’s some that ‘it’s the bottle
But that’s not me
Oh no sirree!
‘Cause me, I do the lot’ll
weirdelf
Thu, 2011-11-10 19:35
much better
re: gods fucking, some say the entire universe was created by the orgasmic union of Shakti and Shiva, that's why they call it the Big Bang.
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry
loved
Thu, 2011-11-10 15:17
Beauty at its peak
such lovely rhymes
and
the glass of wine
will trip any mind
loved
shazbat
Thu, 2011-11-10 15:48
Well thank you very kindly,
Well thank you very kindly,
John