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THREE DECADES TOIL NO LAMP OIL

WHAT AN HONOUR

No one can give
all hanker for
NOBEL
none will ever give

Believe you me
I ran after it
gave me only
disappointment
truly

Now having settled
at the NIAGARA'S water level
I have no desire left

I feel so elated
when poets with stature
comment on my smaller poetry

off and on they capture
and
what do they do

REPLANT MY ENTIRE POEM
as a compliment /comment
(on my poem)

They help me wash my eyes
as the QUEEN OF MIST
NIAGARA now cries
as the water solidifies

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
I once thought now all is nought
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

that lay scattered amongst the debris, one just has to mine and polish them. Do not let the search for the most beautiful in all the land, take away from the efforts and treasure acquired in a lifetime of labor. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

For the lovely advice you give me and each in search of gems Yes shall polish some thanks friend
You are a real NEO poetic GEM

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..very intriguing title. Niagara Falls is most beautiful in the dead of winter. Less people around too.

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

for honey mooners mostly

r u in Q

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if Ralph and Alice ever went there...

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

Can ask them will you
thanks by the way

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Just IMHO...

What I am worried about is the self-denigrating feel of this.

Did you write this in a low point? Stay happy, it is up to ourselves to recreate that.

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Raywhitakerblog.wordpress.com
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I'm a poet of dreams//// since age 8
I just translate
the dream once awake ////type it now
then ----ink it ////when was very young

friends like you help edit
I have not done till I feel undone ///nude you know
you will ask me
here I say ahead /// be happy

so (I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE THIS WORD)
many read me /// except my family
trash guy ....who ??? reader
no you
and then I fumble
SIBLINGS I am part of the garbage bank
to which we all belong
they laugh .

Ray it is my firm belief
no LORD BYRON would have ever been born
if his pop did not beat him

Next poem already composed
waiting in Q
24 HOURS STILL DUE
jess ////we still owe it to you

humor is my HEARTBEAT
THUS not so/I live dear RAY
you only now are my poetic ray
Gee also may

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I didn’t know Lord Byron’s dad was abusive.

Well, read your answer a few times, and think I understand.

My family doesn’t read my work either…. Well, some of my cousins do, however nobody that lives with me seems to want to read the work. Sympathize with you there.

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Raywhitakerblog.wordpress.com
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POETS few read
AND you know birds of a feather flock to gather
and Lord Byron's story is hersay only
how would any one know
Good interaction
ur a greater NEO poet

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