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Poet You Are

The eyes, of a soul,
yet to seed more poems,
To help humanity see through
the ailments,
which are not man-made

We may perhaps inherit,
in our genes
But to brave the calamity
and let it not become fatal,
Ere its time,
is the way
one lives a full life with dignity

In your case it,
draws like steel from a furnace,
the tenacity most folks lack.

You are, if I may say,
the epitome of a suffering man,
though the bravest of his brand.

I still fare thee well,
as I have nothing else to say,
but a few words of comfort,
those come my way.

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from tin heads and one legged ballerinas
(that copenhagen writer)

love your views and poetry
deep with an artistic flavor
Thank You

take me in your shelter
and
let me touch your feet ,
as a mark of respect
and
enlightenment.
Poetry has as much beauty
as the scene,
but in the mind ,
of the reader

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and beauty alas much is beautiful
in many ways and woeful tidings
strewn with the tides of passions
rage the lustful settling mists
of dusts
the silence of memory
ticking like the whiskers of
the waiting cat
like elongates shadows
of dusk

are absolutely personal,
entities of individual souls..
those who walk the earth..

I am one
who basks in the glory of
Time...
of which as a world citizen,
I boast,
as being universal in my thoughts.

Now you have arrived
in the arena, to encourage me ,
not find!

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I think this poet is you. You have shown more perseverence and courage than most. I may have learned much about technic from others here,, my friend, but from you and a few others on this site, I have gotten to know the true meaning of "poetry."

"deep with an artistic flavor" -- true words by Esker who does know that meaning.

Joe Longo-Geremia

The credit goes out to you all ,
who now do consider me
as one amongst
the vast sea,
NAY,
ocean
of poetic creativity...
CREATORS..
My salutations to you
and
Esker,
in particular.

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so much from little sparks
the greater fires are made

Your poetry grows as you
Thank You for the compliments
and your artistic gift here

Dear Esker
thanks once again .
it will be long perhaps
when I may have the opportunity ,
to post more
as i am now about to go
with the wind
as they say

'''GONE WITH THE WIND'''

but for maybe
a little longer while..

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I love visuals
and aural songs
the poetry of life
with sails hoisted
motors turning over
and purring
the stride of motion
passion of passing

we are to embrace
even the slowest
and impatient moments
at least to catch the glimmers
of the action alive there

we are precious
and Loved

the most exquisite one
Who I have encountered,
In the many decades passed by
and
must I add with GRACE...

THANKS AGAIN .
I MAY NOT BE AS GOOD
In METAPHORICAL poetry
but I have tried to really imbue it
in some form of semblance

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But Esker, has taken a lead,
to break the trend ...
has he risked his finesse??
I wonder as much
as perhaps you do...

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shunned for my abnormalty my blue eyes
my strange way of seeing in the middle
distances...Not academically as some can
boast their prowess That is fine I am
no award achiever there! But I read and read
and kept on reading for a long long time
and spent time with people who would sit
and share their intimacies with in high
school Beautiful people with money and
connection feeling at ease with me and
my leather flight jacket my coffee and
sketch pad of doodling and art work
no ones freind and no ones true enemy
a nuetral ground with my own past
and myth

Joe is right I wanted to belong and be
boastful in the crowd and I tried and
found all not to my liking so I remained
aloof enough chosing few and listening
to my intuition a Gift... reading and
seeing others..now at this ancient age
of forty eight I Tell you you are good
You are Good! I have seen and read
published whom let me say this
Anyone can spend cash and let a
publisher publish their works
Its just mechanics Money goes in
here and product comes out there
but that Value money does not make!!

I dont publish to flaunt that fact
Im good enough to publish and people
would buy my work
but It would change the magic here I have
I can be like you all here
working poet as opposed to Grousing Poet

Loved your work is original
and I find in that the raw true quality
of worth
you are allowed to take whatever direction
you wish with my comments
for I see and am involved with so much
now

but do not ever stop writing for as long
as I keep reading!!!
and I have to put effort into this
I write fast but Im working hard
if it were effortless the place would
be flooded unceaselessly
and Im glad its what it is

Thank You

and Thank You Joe
for your Poetry too

The cynosure of many eyes
despite your blue eyes,
you are the poet of five decades
that’s not old yet
the age is of no significance
time and the water
that has flown down Mississippi
or Thames,
may be Nile or Ganges combined
doesn't show or give off my age.
I care but tuppence
as my mind is young,
a teen’s
and
as an actor of poetry ,
as it seems
I’ m just an adolescent
and
upcoming in many a poets dream,
Albeit
perhaps, it’s too late,
in the doldrums of time
to sound any more a poet
than, I’m

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Esker doesn't bullshit, He is percceptive and knows what he is talking about, He is also a man who does not live by the opinons of others.

You are well read and appreciated.

Auguri,

Joe

a clap
and
a standing ovation ...
is the creator of what we all call
INNOVATION

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Not a "pat", my friend. A sincere accolade to you both. I don't "dole out pats. That is not who I am.

Joe

a simple thanks
would do
have a good day
my thoughts are with you

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flow around the problem...
fluid flexible mind
like a teens
not hampered by experience to fall
into just template mold moves
and just still filled with ability to
be free with dreams

Makes perfect sense Loved

Years ago I was with my little Chloe
in a playroom and
a boy and she were playing with Leggo
blocks on a table which was all leggo
flat on top
he build his squares over the edge
and attached some squares underneath
to extend over and then down and
around the tables edge

I was astounded! Chloe and I were building
things to just the edge Chloe was three then
so who is to say what is or isnt!!
thats what I was shown by the great creator
that day..Ive never forgotten it
that maybe the aged have the wisdome and
patience to pick the right puzzle peice
or the youth still flexible to solve a problem
in a three dimensional thought process like
that young person taught me long ago!!

and I love rivers of course
and yes they are timeless
and Im an ESKER an old riverbottom
from the ancient glaciers of ice age
times!!

how astute you are!

Thank You

Like the foundation of a monument
a foundation of a time forgotten
a foundation of foundations galore
i don't know who is as astute
as you or i ...
of that I'm
not sure

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