The Real Feel

Birds trilling, its 5am.'
Days end move, decided
Grit despises.) Fear inside.
Strength..'  Calls for the testing 
Many demands.. Unseen awaits..!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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October 8, 2015 at 5:16 PM
Joe, This is a good poem I love how its been written about a wake-up call. Love SKAT
Thirtyseven Avatar
April 29, 2015 at 9:00 AM
A well planned open ended write. Good onya.
Maverick Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 2:16 PM
Thank you for looking me up Scott, hope all is well there..'
Makama Avatar
March 26, 2015 at 12:37 PM
This is a well thought piece, showcasing the tender make up of your soul and the immense creativity, so rich in your mind. I so love this and thanks a lot for sharing..
Horne Avatar
October 15, 2014 at 1:56 PM
yes, such truth here, my friend. Very sorry to hear of your bereavement, Joe.
Neels Avatar
May 29, 2014 at 6:51 AM
Unseen awaits, so true Joe.. Awesome Tanka.. Hope your week has been good thus far :)
Anish Avatar
May 20, 2014 at 10:58 PM
Nice use of this Asian form! Keep it up! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
Horne Avatar
May 5, 2014 at 10:11 AM
very well written, Joe. Hope you are feeling well and having a great week
Johnson Avatar
April 27, 2014 at 7:30 PM
some truth in the great religions of the world, obscured by the veiled references to fact, re written in time did detract, by omission...perhaps ... entertaining poetry here ol mate!!! be well and contented
Johnson Avatar
April 27, 2014 at 6:29 PM
the uncertain possibilitys of life in the fast lane ::} great poetry mate!!! Re: The Spirit Animal combination. The predator animal some humans descend from in the body type will kill in passion or anger or for fun? The spirit in the body tries to stop this happening as it the spirit knows it will have to return to a lower worse level in little Hell Earth, to suffer for the spirit weakness in controlling the animal lust in the adopted beast, man. So the strong moral spirit subjugates the normal tempered beast with some difficulty, but the caged beast waits to pounce on its prey. Hence a possible murderer waits his chance to overpower the weakling spirit, to do his instinct thing of the animal world quite naturally? Don Johnson
Austin Avatar
April 22, 2014 at 10:19 AM
An unusual Tanka. Seeding a day such as this Tanka suggests is also unusual. Good stuff, Joe, and thanks for reading my stuff. My eyes are so bad that I can't spend much time at the computer. Love, daver
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April 18, 2014 at 2:12 PM
Life is surely uncertain..We never know what will happen in this life..Enjoyed reading your creative work..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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April 17, 2014 at 10:42 PM
The part that struck me in this one is the third line. I never used to feel fear upon waking. Maybe I am "catching" the anxiety of my husband's, but often I wake up with a most fearful feeling in the pit of my stomach. So much uncertainty in the world today and in my life. I hope I caught at least part of your meaning, Joe, and thanks for your comment on my antique poem. You are so right about that.
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April 14, 2014 at 4:56 PM
Amazing tanka,,,i read this which relates to my own situation of getting older and older. yes Unseen awaits alright no doubt about that....best tanka i have seen in a long while thanks Joe,
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March 29, 2014 at 1:45 PM
Dear Joe, love the way the birds wake you up. Each morning I spend a few moments lying still, wondering what the day will bring. Indeed, the "unseen" awaits! Well done, my friend. Love, Carolyn
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March 27, 2014 at 8:40 AM
This is an awesome Tanka. I had to read it a couple of times to get the meaning. Very nice!
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