David Byrne Poet Dizain

Honor

You who are about to die will enter,
with thought and mind as hard as a walnut.
Despair; your armour plated heart, better
to preserve your certainties in the rut.
Discomfort visits those whose eyes are shut. 

And we who are about to die salute,
a time well spent, in honor that is mute .
Discard; in superficial rite resound,
and felt life’s throbbing soul down to the root.
Does comfort visit those there in this ground?

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Marty Owens February 25, 2010 at 8:44 AM Wow...So deep...I enjoyed reading...really like this form might try it...Marty

Daniel Cheeseman February 24, 2010 at 2:42 AM David I liked this poem, the content holds the reader, agree with Andrea liked this form Daniel

Lucinda Bulger February 23, 2010 at 9:21 AM very stirring. Moving. Well done.

Susan Palli February 23, 2010 at 7:11 AM So well done!

Andrea Dietrich February 22, 2010 at 9:13 PM It's interesting to see your thoughts on honor here, David. I like this style you used here, this Dizain poetry! LUv, Andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 22, 2010 at 9:11 AM Thought provoking David .. much soul searching content in this write... thankxxx for sharing and for your nice comments on my poetry.. luv.. Linda-Marie..

Charmaine Chircop February 22, 2010 at 8:35 AM Great poem,enjoyed reading you David..Charma

Sara Kendrick February 22, 2010 at 4:21 AM Interesting way to describe some people who have closed minds and hearts. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara

Aleera De La Keur February 22, 2010 at 12:48 AM This is well written and HONORABLE...Also thank you so much for your comment on my poem it really made me feel good to know that my words gave you insight on what your mom might have felt. That meant A LOT to me:) Aleera

Brian Strand February 21, 2010 at 11:43 PM Thank you for your welcome commemts today David.Rgds Brian

Skat A February 21, 2010 at 9:45 PM ENJOYED READING YOUR POEM..GOOD ONE.

The Fringe February 21, 2010 at 9:02 PM David, I like the analogy of the walnut. I have been thinking about something similar to this a lot recently. You put it beautifully and clearly. This poem is very deep and has me thinking a lot. Good job. Check soupmail. David B

Noel Villarosa February 21, 2010 at 8:57 PM A particular moral excellence is the key for an everlasting happiness, we always fear that day if we are uncertain to where we are going to visit, while on earth, we decide as to where we belong along the scheme and that attributes will categorized our soul. A very nice poem on this kind of poetry, David. Thank you for your loving words to my end line word. (^_^) Noel.

Doris Culverhouse February 21, 2010 at 8:26 PM yes is a cold, lonely place I fear. good interesting, and different write.