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Where My Poetry Comes From

loss lingers far too long words weep and moan my fire it burns and the ink is my smoke gain glory and honor among my peers with my heart pierced i wrote through the tears

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity

Date: 9/20/2011 10:26:00 PM

John this is an amazing write.. luv it.. have to add it to my favs....smiles...chiquita

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 9/10/2011 10:35:00 PM

Your fire burns brightly John, Keep it smoking. If for a contest, just the best!

Wilma Neels

Date: 8/22/2011 2:10:00 PM

A gem of a write John, has strength attached to it.. Sometimes writing has healing powers. okay that is just my ten cents :) Wilma

Elaine George

Date: 8/5/2011 9:25:00 AM

Deep emotional Tetractys, John. I hope you have entered it in the contest. Also, I wish to thank you for your kind comments on my, When the Time is Right'. Finally after all these years, my soul is at peace. Love, Lainie

M.I.A .

Date: 8/4/2011 3:05:00 AM

profound! loved this language of your heart.

Judy Ball

Date: 7/30/2011 12:39:00 PM

Very nicely exprressed. Easily read and understood it sounds like it comes from the heart. Nice job. God Bless, JB

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 7/28/2011 9:15:00 PM

Wonderful approach to the theme of the contest, John

Judy Ball
Date: 7/30/2011 12:40:00 PM

Thank you so much my friend. Glad you liked it. God Bless, JB

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 7/28/2011 1:58:00 PM

All of the emotion that builds inside us pours so well onto paper, John. You have had your share of loss recently, but your poetry always speaks to me. I'd like to see you win this contest. Check spelling of "pierced." Beautifully written! Love, carolyn

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/28/2011 6:56:00 AM

Sorrow does give us thoughts that need to be penned..I know that you are still missing your soul mate..I will allow you to trim the brown from your bread..I hope that you can do that for yourself..My mother would trim the edge off the bread for me when I was a small child but then I learned to love the brown edges..Life gives us the brown dried out ends sometimes then we have to decide what are we going to do with this experience..Sara

Joyce Johnson

Date: 7/27/2011 9:19:00 PM

Perhaps John I was to braggy. But then what do I know? I'm a rock. Good luck in the contest with your very good poem. Love, Joyce

Lisa Cooper

Date: 7/27/2011 8:49:00 PM

great write

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/25/2011 10:31:00 PM

VERY nice and emotive, john!! Bet it does well in the contest.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 7/25/2011 6:03:00 PM

Sometimes it takes something dramatic in our lives for us to write and I find when the heart is aching words easily come with the depth of emotions we are feeling. Must be from the heart. love phyl

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 7/25/2011 4:39:00 PM

this is good, and I mean really good, it seems a slightly different tone and direction for you, a direction I like very much...your opening words remind me of the second line in the alliteration part of my poem 'three-in-one', I can hear my own voice when reading this, it's eerie:-) anyway, this is without doubt one of the strongest entries I've seen, 7 plus

John Loving Iii
Date: 7/25/2011 8:54:00 PM

this is following the rules. my ego would'nt allow me to pass it up. john

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 7/25/2011 10:07:00 AM

lovely lines John.. my fire it burns and the ink is my smoke.. utterly imaginative... and i wrote through the tears.. impeccable entry luv.. good luck in the contest by Michael.. a winning one..luv..