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Anvil Dreams

The anvil wallows on his heart His dreams, trodden, alas depart Pride triggers a cursory front The fierce justification hunt He steps to nowhere from the start

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Kevin Clark

Date: 2/6/2012 2:40:00 PM

Congratultions on your win and your featured poem

Jon Arno

Date: 1/27/2012 6:38:00 PM

Congratulations on your wonderful write. Best regards, Jon

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 1/26/2012 3:03:00 PM

Pride leads to nowhere - wisdom and insight gives this poem a special message. I see it was a winner and it certainly deserves recognition! :)

Nette Onclaud

Date: 1/26/2012 12:53:00 AM

pressed for time but read your superb piece, nat .. a generic message of delightful cheers for your great win!..:) huggs!

The Situation

Date: 1/25/2012 4:22:00 PM

His steps,,, proof read proof read!!! other than that it's fine. T. S.

Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Date: 1/25/2012 7:04:00 PM

Hi Situation-I really meant "He steps" as in "He walks" I think it's ok as is but I appreciate your concern!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/25/2012 11:25:00 AM

Wow, I think I've been having "Anvil Dreams" too, Natalie. I like the way you describe pride griggering "a cursory front" and forcing him to step "to nowhere." Awesome poem, my friend, and I see congratulations are in order. Love, Carolyn

Bob Quigley

Date: 1/25/2012 9:42:00 AM

Congratulations on your win Natalie

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 1/25/2012 6:04:00 AM

Congratulations on the win in Brian's "UPTO Fourteen" contest Natalie. Love, Carol

The Situation

Date: 1/23/2012 7:37:00 PM

i dont know what it is but its good.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/23/2012 7:00:00 AM

Nat....a consonant is more likely to produce a HARD/STRESS sound than a vowel ...the ANvil WALlows on HIS HEART/ HIS DREAMS TRODDEN aLAS DEpart/PRIDE TRIgers a CURsor y FRONT/the FIERCE JUSTif a CA tion HUNT/ HE STEPS to noWHERE from the START..two small words [and a] [in the] [from the] IF you have them anywhere you have gone off iambic meter..it must go UP down UP down /RISE OF VOICE HARD SOUND soft voice low sound [listen to gleensleeves]

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/21/2012 9:48:00 PM

Nat,love it.. deep and sad... good luck in the contest,..p.d.

Robert Pettit

Date: 1/21/2012 6:54:00 PM

I think Debbie will like this one. I like it.