Thursday, August 6, 2009

Bleeding Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sliabh Aughty, my own mountain mine,
Rhododendroned ridge ever there for me;
Fields ascending higher as I go
From Ballylee to Loughrea's lake:
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Matt Mooney
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Kevin Carney 24 December 2010

Beautifully written, the words so vivid you paint a picture scene after scene. Its a great poem 10+

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Kevin Carney 24 December 2010

Beautifully written, the words so vivid you paint a picture scene after scene. Its a great poem 10+

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Aditya Mudbhary 21 November 2010

Great words.. great thoughts.. great vision... Nice work there...

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Bert Bell 28 October 2010

This poem is so raw and poignant that I wept as I read it. What a statement, what gut-wrenching observations of massive destruction of nature and of God’s marvelous creatures. I am still deeply moved by this piece, sir, and I salute you for sharing it.10++++

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Anita Trivedi 04 June 2010

Very beautifully written.............. its great to read

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Pranab K Chakraborty 31 May 2010

Throw up your head and horns on high, You wild and fearsome toro, While the river of mud, the mountain's blood, Flows from the land of Lough Atorick Well-written poem with excellent detailing of nature and man-society. Natural calamity, worries and again dependence to the nature. A wide landscape but balanced in every tone. Regards, 10+ pranab

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Louis Rams 20 August 2009

THIS POEM CARRIES ME ON YOUR JOURNEY, AND THROUGH YOUR EYES I SEE, ALL THE BEAUTIES THAT WAS FOGOTTEN UNTIL YOU SET IT FREE. WONDERFULLY TOLD! A DOUBLE TEN AGAIN

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