And so today I write to you oh fellow poet!
Yes, I know this will take you by surprise
For I know, you write about host of issues;
From life to death, from heaven to hell,
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this was in one of my showcases about two years ago. now it is going into my/our July 2017's showcase. this showcase is almost exclusively of poems by male PH poets. and the poems are now entered using the link to the poems' pages. bri :) Thanks.
Dear Abekah, hello. I chose you as my favorite poet after reading one. When I came to this one I felt it was written about mine, is that right? Anyway I appreciate well your verses and I'll continue reading them to the end. Your fellow Kassem Oude
a great poem to other poets. May we have the strength to write our last poem
You lavish the highest praise on your fellow poet, and cite his greatest achievements, and THEN give him a poetic task that will summon all his considerable skill to fulfill. You are asking him to assauge the sense of loss that afflicts the living who have buried a loved one. Poets have been trying to do this for centuries and it is always necessary to start from nothing and make a very personal poem to give to the grieving family. But the word POET comes from the Greek word for MAKER, so if anyone can fulfill this mission it is the poet himself.
And so I am not crippling myself with the manacles of rhythms or rhymes... Interesting to note since I cannot force myself to truly love poetry that does not rhyme. Bravo being so courageous as to say why you wouldnt rhyme and defend your point. Your poem would last longer in the hearts of the reader if it rhymed, but I applaud you for being aware of the circumstances and allowing yourself to do what is less binding to you.
I love your poem to other poets, I can very much relate to much of what you say in this poem. I hope very much that at least some of us have 'melted the hearts of tyrants' and 'changed The course of history', or even just touched one persons heart. I hope that many times I can fulfill your final request for all the poets in the world, and hope someone will do the same for me. Darla :)
Great piece of work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Nice subway until the end of life called death.... We all die no exemption to the rule. We are all next in line.. When that time comes we are all history....
tried several times to give you a score for this poem but it's not being accepted. Will try another time. (10) .
I think what Abekah means here is that he wishes that his life be celebrated, rather than his death lamented. Well written, meaningful.
And just how young Prince of Ghanian Poets are tears to be avoided when the sheep gets out of its box and eats the rose? So it is with your death as well, for those that are left behind. Whether by poisonous snake, or by the ravages of time, rivers that carry all water to the sea eventually, will themselves shed copious tears.
It Make And Change Me Mind Sure It,s Good