Tuesday, March 11, 2008

03/11/2008 Reality Of Disgust Comments

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I place my hands over my face I want to scream,
I wish I could pinch myself and find out it was a dream.
A phone call changes every emotion every feeling I've had,
As soon as I heard my moms voice it was going to be bad.
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Sreelekha Premjit 18 March 2008

You have addressed a very relevant issue in your poem. Hope the world wakes up, if not atleast the mothers do, before its too late. Thanks.

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Ivor Hogg 12 March 2008

Not unfortunately an unusual story best nipped in the bud before things get too bad/ I have read some of your poetry with interest You have a natural talent for rhyming but no apparent idea of meter. It is meter which allows your poetry to flow when read aloud Which is in effect the acid test as poetry is essentially an oral art form

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Malini Kadir 12 March 2008

yes some times these delicate things need to be controlled before unknowing damage is caused....a strong write.......

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Subbaraman N V 12 March 2008

Of course disgusting, but nothing can be done!

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Coreena Dejesus

Coreena Dejesus

USA (Born in MA) (Raised in MI)
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