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Lickety Split In the Corridor

Lilacs In the parks Cruelly crushed Killing the pink buds Eliminating the poetry Torturing hands rejoicing Yellow yelling in the panick Some poets say Power flowering in Lickety split in the corridor In all the starlit lakes and ponds Totter the tube roses at the capitalist glare _______________________________________________ April 12, 2018 Lickety Split - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 4/14/2018 12:10:00 PM

Intellectually seeded poetic imagery delivering a profound message - this is one for text books for its message is timeless, and its symbolism is outstanding poetry. It deserves to be studied. Impressive. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/14/2018 8:30:00 PM

Thank you, CayCay ...

Sanket Jain

Date: 4/13/2018 7:44:00 PM

Alliteration, metaphor, personification, transferred epithet,... All are in your poem. Do agree with you. But modern poems are brain work too. This is my personal view. Anyhow, Review Pari Style Poem to encourage me.

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/13/2018 7:54:00 PM

Thank you ... Every poetry is a cognitive exercise ... The more the more precise ... At least for me so ...

Vijay Pandit

Date: 4/13/2018 9:54:00 AM

I feel the metaphor ..cruelly crushed...torturing hands rejoicing..well crafted..best for a win, Probir.

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/13/2018 7:55:00 PM

Thank you, Vijay ...

Eve Roper

Date: 4/12/2018 8:18:00 PM

Nicely done, Probir. I am going to have to try this contest...Hugs Eve ~`*

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/12/2018 8:43:00 PM

You will do it much better ... Please do ... Thanks for liking ...

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/12/2018 8:03:00 PM

Yes, indeed, the flowers seem to get crushed: Hungary, 1956. Czechoslovakia, 1968, Ukraine, 2009, Egypt, 2011, ad nauseum, ad infinitum. ...And yet, roses are meant to die, are they not?...'Tis the spirit behind the fragrance which can never be crushed...Much food for thought in your excellent write, Probir. Bravo! ~gw

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/12/2018 8:44:00 PM

Thanks, Gershon ...

Agnes Krampe

Date: 4/12/2018 4:55:00 PM

Awesome alliterations, strong imagery. Good luck in the contest, Probir.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 4/12/2018 3:41:00 PM

I LOVE this poem, Probir! I agree totally w/Nette ... so much powerful, yet subtle symbolism. This gemstone shines. Sparkling poetry from a master laureate level poet. Love and more love always.

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/12/2018 8:55:00 PM

Haha ... You like my poems ... Hence the exaggeration ... Thank you, Freddie ...

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/12/2018 3:20:00 PM

ohh, this poem was done with symbolic tones, probir; very forceful.. huggs

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/12/2018 8:56:00 PM

Thank you, Nette ...